4 comments/ 14549 views/ 3 favorites Love Found By: romanticredhead I fumbled in my bag for my timetable; unable to remember what class I had next. It was my last year in high school; I had turned 18 the day before returning. It was strange coming back to the school I'd been at since I was five, as the oldest. By that, I don't mean the oldest in the school, although I was pretty close. I'd found out a few years previous that Piers' birthday was on the same day as mine, but two hours earlier -- not the best coincidence, especially from a guy I hated! I'm not saying that Piers was unattractive -- quite the opposite in fact. He had medium length dark brown hair, the kind that makes you want to run your fingers through it just to feel how soft it is. I'd always loved hair like that on guys, but on Piers? It was an unwelcome distraction, especially when I was trying to argue with him. He knew how I felt about it as well, I just know he did, the way he would flick it out of his green eyes and raise an eyebrow when my gaze moved to it. His face was quite pale, but pale as in interesting, not as in colourless or bland. He had high cheekbones, giving his face angles, which looked good with his hair -- and he had the most kissable lips I had ever seen. I mean, they were beckoning all the girls I knew to just walk up to him and kiss him. Okay, I know how it seems. I am aware that it's obvious that I found him hugely attractive, and really wanted him to just pull me over one day and fuck the hell out of me -- but I still found his constant, sarcastic, 'I know that you want me' attitude hugely annoying. So there I was, first day back for my last year, hovering at the foot of the stairs, trying to find my timetable. Eventually I uncovered it, and yanked it out of my bag, already hugely crumpled with a flower and lyrics to a song I heard that morning and wanted to remember scribbled on it. By the look of it, anyone would think that I had had it for weeks, not a matter of hours -- but that's the way that anything I owned ended up. Slightly annoyed by the amount of time it had taken to find it, I flicked my red fringe out of eyes and checked my next lesson. Art. I breathed up through my mouth, blowing my curls back into my face, and stuffed it back in my bag. I think it was at this point I became aware of someone behind me. I turned around, but was held by strong hands at my side. This gesture told me immediately who it was. 'Get off me, Piers.' 'Oh?' I heard his deep voice, amused at the fact that I wasn't struggling, but clearly vaguely disappointed. That was why I wasn't wriggling to get free, not some erotic desire that involved Piers and being under his control -- although I had caught myself touching myself to that several times, only to realize what I was doing and stop at once. 'Are you sure you aren't getting those urges, my love?' he whispered softly into my ear. At this, I did struggle to get his hands off me, but finding myself unable to, turned my head and gave him the most evil stare I could muster under the circumstances. He gave me a lazy smile in return, pointedly looking slowly up and down my body and letting his smirk grow. 'Will you just get off me, you prick?' I snapped. With dismay, I felt a familiar wetness grow between my legs, something that happened annoyingly often when he was doing this. 'Come on, baby, you know you like it when I do this...' At this, I renewed my struggles to get out of his grasp, knowing that I couldn't take much more of this. Knowing it was futile, I retreated to an area where I knew it would distract me. 'Don't you dare talk to me like that, it's a typical male chauvinistic gesture when they haven't got the security in their masculinity to leave girls' alone. Or they haven't got the size to satisfy girls', so they try to... to -- ' 'Oh? You think I haven't got the size to satisfy girls?' I bit my tongue, severely regretting that comment. I knew what was coming next. 'Do you want me to prove it to you?' His green eyes were piercing me, burning a hole inside my head, my body held in his arms, my back to him, unable to move or stop him from saying there things. 'Do you want me to thrust it into your tight pussy, letting you feel my size stretching you beyond belief? Is that what you want, love? Do you want me to let you taste it, holding your head in my hands as you are unable to fit it in your mouth, gagging on my cum, it running down your virgin throat? Do you -- ' 'Stop! Please, please stop!' I struggled in his arms; trying to escape from this torture he was putting me through. Only one way that I could possibly think of came to mind to end this. 'We're late, we have to go to class, I need to go to Art! Please, please, Piers, let me go.' I leant my head back and stared at him desperately. 'Okay, my love.' He began to release me, but then held me tight again, a hand snaking across my flat stomach to rest mere centimeters above my pussy. His other hand stroked the underside of my breast, making me so wet I couldn't think straight. 'But first, you must tell me something. Tell me truthfully, tell me honestly.' He tilted my chin back with his hand, replacing it on my breast when I was looking at him. 'Is this all for me?' he asked softly, sliding his hand underneath my skirt and touching my wetness. I was horrified; he knew that I was wet, wet for him. This was something I never wanted anyone to know, it was a shameful secret I never wanted anyone to know, least of all him. I closed my eyes in mortification, wishing he would release me. 'Tell me, baby. Did I make this?' He whispered softly into my ear, biting softly on the lobe. 'Yes.' I let my head rest on his shoulder, not wanting to see him, just wanting to pretend it never happened. I felt his hands release me, and he kissed my cheek gently before walking away. 'See you in Art.' He said, smirking at me. I stood there, close to tears. I had thought I'd never respond like that again, the first time he did that to me I was younger, easier to take control of. One year ago to the day now. He never passed up an opportunity to do it again; he enjoyed torturing me, knowing how aroused and desperate to get away from him he made me. God, I hated him so much. *** I tilted my head back, letting the warm water run over my face and over my body. Rubbing shampoo into my hair, I remember the episode earlier that day. Why did he have the power to do that to me? He'd always been able to, always, and ever since he first realized, he loved doing it, loved humiliating me, loved making me feel dirty and trodden on. But, why then did I never want him to release me, why did I always want him to hold on to me tightly, kiss my neck slowly and stroke my body gently? The shower of water faded away, as I imagined his hands softly exploring my body, cupping my breasts, his soft, talented mouth caressing and teasing my nipples as I touched his toned and beautiful body. I felt my nipples tighten into erect peaks, as I let my soapy hand trail down between my legs, gently touching my clit and gasping at the jolt of pleasure I felt. It was Piers touching me, Piers stroking my responsive nipples. At that moment I wasn't in the shower, I was with him, engaging in deliciously erotic deeds with him, touching him, feeling his body with my mouth. His tongue stroking down my body, planting butterfly kisses around my belly button, my legs spreading for him, and his head between them, licking around my pussy, with his finger gently moving inside me, giving me the ultimate pleasure I could ever receive. I felt my pussy nearing an orgasm, I breathed fast, my hand rubbing frantically, desperately wanting him with me, touching me, inside me. As I started to cum, I gasped, his name on my lips as I clung on to the door bar to keep me upright, lost in the exquisite delight of my climax. I slowly began remember myself, realized where I was -- and what I had been thinking of. Shocked, I froze for a few seconds, and then swore softly under my breath. I quickly washed the soap off my body and the shampoo from my hair, and exited the shower, turning off the water. I sat on the toilet seat, my head in my hands, thinking. Why was I so turned on by Piers? He was terrible, using my body for his amusement, making me wet and turned on just to walk off. I stood up, sighing, only to be caught by my reflection in the mirror. I stared at it for a moment, sizing myself up. I suppose I could be classed as pretty, but not hot or sexy, nothing that would make a guy go 'wow'. I had waist length curly red hair, my sole memorable feature. I would never cut my hair, it's a part of me. Normally I wore it twisted up in a bun, just to keep it out of my eyes, although I was allowed to wear it down now I was in the top year. I used to wear glasses, so I'd never really seen my eyes properly before. I stepped closer to the mirror, scrutinizing my face. They were greeny blue, I'd known that before, but the colour was deep, deeper than I'd ever thought. I had huge eyes, and I knew how to put on eyeliner to make them seem even bigger, but I never used mascara. I'd inherited my fathers' eyelashes, long, thick, and dark, almost to the point of looking black, so it often seemed like I was. My face was delicate, my features looking almost breakable in their own way, a thin, good sized nose and high cheekbones. I knew that I could look very good if I wanted, but I'd never really made an effort before. Normally, at school, at my after school job in Oxfam, I looked normal, girl next door at the very best. I was gripped by an idea at this point. Maybe, if I somehow looked good tomorrow, perhaps Piers might lose interest. Maybe he just did those things because he wanted to mock me, if I looked good he might not want to mock me. It was a plan -- but I wasn't doing it for him. Not Piers, no way, never. I was doing it for me, to rid myself of him forever. Even if I secretly wanted him to like the way I looked. *** The next morning, instead of pulling my hair back, I left it loose, just tying to front part back, leaving my face on view but with a curly mane of red hair around it. I had before not intended to wear make up, but when I got dressed for school, in the regulation black skirt, black tights, and white fitted blouse, I found my feet walking towards the black eyeliner I had discarded a few days before, after a disastrous attempt to look relatively nice for my birthday. I knew how to accent my eyes, I just had got slightly drunk and it went wrong. However, now I knew I could do it, and I did, barely able to recognize the person I saw staring back at me from the mirror. Here was the test -- would he leave me alone? And did I truly want him to? *** When I walked into the registration room, no one took any notice to begin with, but then a guy I knew vaguely from Maths looked at me, and his mouth fell open. 'Fran?' He asked, clearly stunned. 'Yeah?' I replied, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. I always did that, but for some reason, today it seemed more flirty than normal -- not what I had intended, I didn't like being flirty, it didn't suit me. He just stared at me in disbelief for a second, and then Piers looked up, and his eyes widened. He stood up from his seat, and marched over to me. I didn't know what to do; he had a angry look in my eye that I had not anticipated. 'Get out here.' He snapped, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the room. He yanked me into the boarding areas, he's always boarded, ever since the first year I knew him, and threw me into his room. 'What the hell are you doing?' He asked viciously. 'What's with it all?' I eyed him warily, not knowing what to do. After a second, I decided to feign ignorance. 'I don't know what you mean,' I answered, taking a step backwards. His face darkened, and he took a few strides over to me, pinning me against the wall. 'What do you want from me?' He asked quietly. 'How can I show you what I mean? How can I explain to you what you've been putting me through?' He grasped my shoulders, and looked into my eyes, searching them. 'I just -- ' 'Just what? I can't believe you don't realize it by now, Fran, I just can't believe it.' 'I just...' I had to make a choice, and I knew that I had to choose the truth, wherever it was going. 'I just had to try and make you stop doing it to me, I couldn't take it any more.' 'Why?' 'You made me want you so much, I couldn't bear knowing you were just doing it to mock me.' His brow furrowed, confusion coming into his eyes. 'To mock you?' He was silent for a minute, his left hand raised to hold my face, the other still touching my shoulder. 'I never wanted to mock you. I was just so scared you wouldn't want to be with me, I... I -- ' he broke off. I knew better than to interrupt him, knowing it could make him stop talking to me, make him retreat. 'I don't know why I did it, I just had to be near you in some way, and I thought you'd reject me if I told you. I wanted you.' I felt the heat of his body radiating into me, his deep green eyes staring into mine, seeing my thoughts, my emotions, and caring about them. Loving them, it seemed. I looked back, letting my hand cradle his face. 'I would never reject you.' I whispered, drinking in the exquisite beauty of his eyes. I don't know how it happened, I just felt his soft lips touching mine, his face close to me, and we were kissing. He held me gently, as if he was terrified of hurting me, but loathe to let me go, like he loved me dearly. 'I loved you.' He murmured against my mouth. 'I still do.' His tongue explored my mouth, meeting with mine, letting us taste each other, a delicious sampling of what we had to give, offering more if the other wanted it. He gently pulled away, my hands tousled in his hair, smiling gently at me through clouded eyes. 'I couldn't bear you not knowing any longer when those guys were staring at you, making lewd comments quietly. I knew that I loved you; I had to let you know. I'm so, so sorry if it scared you, I couldn't help myself. I knew that they would try and make a move on you; I knew that you didn't want that -- I could see by the way you looked at me what you wanted. You wanted me, I couldn't... I just...' Piers took a deep breath, lowering his head and breathing into my hair. 'You look so beautiful.' His hands moved from my waist to my hair, running his hands through it and untangling any knots I had missed. He stroked it gently, burying his hands in it, letting the curtain I normally kept hidden cloth his skin. 'I want to be your first.' He whispered. 'When you're ready. When you are ready for me, I will be here for you. I want to make love to you slowly, softly, letting you feel the beautiful pleasure I will give you. Let me taste you, let me kiss your beautiful lips and be yours, please be mine. I love you more than words could say.' I looked up at him, his hands still in my hair. 'I want you too. I want all of what you said, your love, everything that comes with it. Let me have it, Piers, I'm ready for you. Make love to me, make love to me now and we will always be alright.' TO BE CONTINUED... * Hi! This is romanticXred! So, well, this is my first erotic -- well, it will get there soon -- story, so I really want to know what you think of it. If I don't get any response, I probably won't post the next one, but I might. It depends on if I can be bothered really! All feedback welcome, good or bad! And by the way, I do know that Piers is very... well, not nice, let's say, at the beginning, and the only way I can explain that is that I suppose it's always been a fantasy of mine for a guy (the guy I based this story on actually! Ah, Piers...) to fall in love with me, but being unable to face up to it until one day he sees me and goes 'whoa.' So yeah, maybe unacceptable to some of you, but I wrote this from my fantasies, so I may as well let people know I won't be changing it. Anyways... So there! I've got the sequel to the story now, and I'll post it... as I said... if I get response or I'm bored one day... J. FEEDBACK, my good people! Thank you! Yours, romanticredhead A redhead with a passion. Love Found This was the first real vacation that Stan Jarvis had taken in years. He usually take a few days off and do some work around his house but that changed when Stan was at the funeral of a good friend who had died from a heart attack he made a promise to take a long vacation. His friend's fatal heart attack was due to stress he had worked as hard as Stan and never took a vacation. So here he was, making good on his promise to himself. The resort where he was staying had it all. It had a private beach where guests could swim or sunbath in the nude if they wanted to. Stan was walking along the beach looking around. He liked what he was seeing. Some of the women there looked like models some had all over tan, other had tan on parts of their bodies. As Stan continued to walk along the beach, he saw an attractive women coming out of the water towards him. "Can I ask you for a favor?" she asked. Sure, I'll do what I can for you," Stan answered. "This may sound strange since we don't know each other but will you dry my hair and back after I come out of the water again?" she asked. "Sure, what you're asking isn't strange," he answered. Stan watched as she went back into the water and swam some. After her hair was dripping wet, she came back to where Stan was standing. "Now you have a job to do," she said, as she picked up her towel and handed it to him. Stan squeezed the water from her hair. Then he began to gently towel it. When he was finished, Stan moved her hair over her tanned shoulder and began to dry her back. When her back was dry, she turned around facing him. "Any other part you want to dry while I'm here?" Stan asked "I can finish drying myself" she answered, then she smiled. Stan handed the towel back to her. She placed it and her other things that she had with her into a tote bag and started down the beach back to the resort. "What's your name?" Stan asked. She turned "I'll meet you by the pool, and see if I can think of a way to thank you for your help" she said as she smiled. Stan watched her as she walked towards the resort. Stan had been waiting by the pool for a few hours. This is a waste of time, she's not going to show, he thought to himself. As Stan started to leave he felt a hand on his arm. When he turned, he saw her standing beside him smiling. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It took me longer to dry my hair after I washed it than I thought it would" she said. "It's alright, Stan said causing her to smile. "What would you like to do?" Stan asked as he looked at her. "Let's grab a drink at the bar and talk" she answered. "Sounds good to me" Stan said. As they walked towards the entrance to the resort, she place her arm around his waist, causing Stan to smile at her. When the reached the bar Stan ordered a large coke and she had the same. After they had their drinks, they went to a booth and sat down. As Stan looked at her, he thought to himself, she's 6'0, athletic build, her eyes are dark almost black, her jet black hair hang's to the back of her knees and she has it in a French braid. She's wearing a white short sleeved blouse. She had the first three buttons unfastened, a flowered print wrap around skirt that hung to her knees and sandals. "When you asked my name on the beach I wanted to wait until now to tell you. My name is Raven Mitchell, Stan," she said, causing him to look at her strangely. "I saw you when you checked in earlier this morning," Raven said. "I didn't see you," he said. "I was heading to the beach. When I came down from my room, I saw you," she said. "Were you surprised when I asked you to dry my hair and back?" she asked. "Yeah I don't have attractive women asking me to dry their hair and back" Stan answered. You're the only man I've asked to dry me off" Raven said. "I have a feeling that a lot of guys would dry your hair and back in a heartbeat," Stan said. "Yeah and I might get raped also," she said. "True," he said. "There were a lot of handsome guys on the beach but you asked me. May I ask why?" He asked. "When I saw you this morning, I liked what I saw. When I asked around about you, I was told that you were a sweetheart of a guy you're loving, kind, trustworthy, out going, loyal and great in bed. You're every thing I've wanted in a man. So when I saw you walking on the beach, I decided to make my move. After I asked you if you'd dry my hair and back when I came back out of the water and you said yes, I went back in just to get my hair as wet as I could then I came back to have you dry it. When you squeezed the water from my hair and began to towel it dry, it was all I could do to keep from moaning. Your touch felt wonderful. When you began to dry my back I almost came" she answered. "You had a nervous look in your eyes when you handed me your towel," Stan said. "I was very nervous. I didn't know if I had made a mistake by asking you to dry my hair and back. I wondered if I had opened myself up to being raped. But you didn't make any comments about the way I looked, you just dried my hair and back. You have a smile that told me that you were the one I have been looking for. I almost laughed when you asked if there any other parts that I wanted you to dry off while you were there," Raven said. "I said it as a joke, but I would have gladly dried you off some more. I don't take what I want and I positively hate a rapist," Stan said. They drank their sodas then they left the bar. "Where to now?" Stan asked. "Let's go to your room," Raven answered. "Sounds good to me," Stan said. "I hope I wasn't being bold when I said that I wanted to go to your room," she said as they headed towards the elevators. "You weren't being bold. I was hoping that you'd want to go to my room" Stan answered as he wrapped his arm around her waist. When they reached the elevator, she looked at him. "This is a private elevator for special guests who stay here," she said. "I know the owner," Stan said as he pushed the button for the elevator. When the door opened on it, Stan let Raven enter first then he followed. "All the suites are on the tenth floor," Stan said as he pushed the number ten button. As they rode the elevator up to the tenth floor Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his passionately. "That's part of my way of thanking you for drying my hair and back," Raven said. When the elevator stopped and the door opened they headed down the hall to suite number fifteen. After Stan unlocked and opened the door Raven went inside. "I'm glad you took a vacation from your salon, and I'm very glad that you picked this resort Stan," Raven said. "How do you know my name and that I'm a hairstylist did someone tell you?" he asked. "You were my sister Lela's hairstylist, until she was murdered by her ex boyfriend," Raven said. "I remember Lela. She was a wonderful woman. If I'm not mistaking I did your hair a time or two," Stan said. "After Lela's death you were my hairstylist until I moved away," Raven said. "I'm glad that sucker killed himself," Stan said. "You are?" Raven asked. "Yes, it saved me the job of killing the bastard myself," Stan answered, causing Raven to smile. "I've never seen anyone get as mad as you did when I told you about her being murdered," Raven responded. "I liked your sister a lot," he said. "Lela liked you a lot also," she said. "The last time I saw, you, your hair was cut very short," Stan said. "Yep you cut it for me, even though you bitched about cutting my hair that short. I had my hair cut for a woman that I was dating at the time. When she and I broke up I let it grow out," Raven said. "I like it long. You were sexy with short hair but you're sexier with long hair," Stan said. "You're going to be pissed when I ask you for another favor," Raven said. "How short do you want me to cut your hair this time?" Stan asked as he looked at her. "I want my hair to hang just below my shoulders," she answered. "I figured you wanted a buzz cut," he said. Then he laughed, causing Raven to laugh also. "I can cut it like that for you. That is after I've played with your hair for a while," Stan said. "You can play with me also," Raven said as she smiled. "I'll be right back," Stan said. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. When he came out he saw that Raven had unfastened her blouse revealing more of her breasts. "Very nice," he said, causing her to smile. "Don't you ever wear a bra?" Stan asked when he saw her firm breasts and semi hard nipples. "I don't wear one when I'm on vacation but I wear one when I'm working," Raven answered. "What do you do?" he asked. "I use to be a criminal lawyer in LA, California. Now I'm a PI," she answered. "Why did you quit being a criminal lawyer?" he asked. "I got tired of the criminals that I was trying to get convicted, walk. They were guilty but the police kept screwing the case up so the judge had to let them go. I quit practicing law and became a PI. I still keep my law license renewed and up to date," she answered. "Do you work for a PI Firm?" Stan asked "No, I work for myself but from time to time lawyers give me cases to work for them," Raven answered. "Why do you wear have to wear a bra when you work since you don't wear one when you're not working?" Stan asked. "I wear one to make a good impression on my clients and future clients," Raven answered. Stan went over to Raven who had stood up and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as he began to kiss her passionately. After a few minutes Raven removed her blouse and her wrap around skirt and underwear as Stan watched. "I like your hairless pussy. When I saw you on the beach, I didn't look to see if it was shaved or hairy," Stan said. "I noticed that you didn't look at my pussy. I was wondering if hairless ones was a turn off for you," Raven said . "I love hairless pussies I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think I was pervert ," Stan said, causing Raven to laugh. Stan reached behind Raven and removed the elastic band that was hold her hair in the French braid. Raven shook her head slightly, letting her hair flow down her back. Stan ran his fingers through her soft, silky hair. He played with her hair for a few minutes then he buried his face in it, breathing in her scent. "When would you like for me to cut your hair?" Stan asked as he played with it. "Now, then we'll see what we can get into before you wash it" Raven answered. "Sounds good to me," Stan said. Raven stood up and Stan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately he rubbed her back. They went into the bathroom where Raven sat down on a stool that was in there. "This is a big bathroom," she said as she looked around. "All of the suites have big bathrooms in them," Stan said. "Want your hair cut wet or dry?" Stan asked. "Cut it dry," Raven answered. Stan combed her hair then he began to section it. "Ready to lose some of your hair?" Stan asked after he had sectioned it. "Yep," Raven answered. Raven closed her eyes as Stan began to cut her hair, causing him to smile. When he was finished, her hair hung a few inches below her shoulders. Stan got a hand held mirror. He held it behind Raven so she could see the back of her head when she opened her eyes. "What do you think?" Stan asked. When Raven opened her eyes, she was amazed at how good her hair looked, as short as it was. "I love it Stan," Raven said. Stan brushed the cut hair from her shoulders and back. Raven stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She began to kiss Stan passionately as she rubbed her pussy against him. "I think someone wants to play," Stan said as he held her. "I'm so damned horny now that I could let you screw me 24/7 non stop," Raven replied. Stan grinned as he held her tighter. "How do you like sex?" he asked. "I love rough, passionate sex," she answered. "Do you like anal sex?" Stan asked. "Never had it," Raven answered. "We won't have anal sex then," Stan said. "Maybe later, when we see if we click. But you can screw my mouth and pussy as much as you like," Raven said as they walked back into the bedroom. "I'll play with your pussy first, then I'll screw you silly," Stan said. Raven smiled as she leaned against him. "I have a couple of confessions I need to tell you about," Stan said. "What's up?" she asked. "First off, the reason I know the owner of this resort is because I am the owner of it. I bought it a few weeks before I came here. Secondly, I used to be a homicide investigator before I became a hairstylist, "Stan answered. "I know something else about you Stan," Raven said. "You do?" He asked. "Yep, you were a criminal lawyer, one of the best if not the best in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. You gave it up when you met a female detective from New Orleans. You and her became engaged, then a few months later you two were married. She was kidnapped a few days after you and her returned from your honeymoon in Rome, Italy. She was taken to an area that was kind of swampy where she was raped, tortured and murdered. The killer was never found," Raven answered. "How do you know all of that? Some of what you just told me was never in the newspapers," Stan asked as he looked at her. "After I quit being a criminal lawyer I became a cop. After being on the job for several months, I was promoted to detective. I was assigned to a rape squad, as my boss called, it that had just been put together. I was the only woman on the rape squad. After I began working on some of the rape cases, a serial killer struck. he killed several women ages 18 to 45. He raped, tortured then killed his victims, leaving them lay where they could be easily found. He killed a mother and her daughter after he had broken into their house. The mother was older than 45. The police department put together a task force to look into the murders, since I had just finished solving a rape case that had made the news, I was assigned to the task force. I was doing some leg work on the cases, when I found out that this might not be the killer's first time killing. I did some digging and found out that the killer we were looking for had killed before in several other states. I also found out that the killer might have been involved in a murder in Louisiana, Baton Rouge to be exact. While I was looking into the other murders for connections to our killing I was approached by the FBI. They asked me if I'd head up a task force that they were putting together on the serial killings," Raven said. "The chief had been giving me shit work. When I complained to him about it he, he wrote me up for it and I was put on probation. When I was approached by the FBI. I accepted their offer then I went to the chief. I quit that night and told him to go to hell. I was going through some files and came across the murder of your wife in La. The way she was murdered matched the killings in LA, California and the other states. The agent that was in charge of the task force asked me if I'd work with one of their profilers and a psychic. I told him that I would work with anyone who could help catch the son of a bitch. Their profiler was right on the money about the killer, the psychic was a joke. All she did was guess at what the killer's next move would be and she'd be wrong. I went to the agent that was in charge and told him that I thought the profiler was great but the psychic was a joke. I told him that I could do the psychic's job, all she did was take wild guesses and was wrong all of the time. She'd tell me that he would strike at a certain location. I'd have all the man power that I'd need to catch the killer at that location and he would strike someplace else, leaving me with egg on my face. When I told my boss that either she goes or I'd go, he told me that his wife use the psychic and trusted her whole heartedly. When he told me that I had to work with the dumb bitch, I told him to fuck off. then I quit. The top guy of the FBI called me and wanted me to come back but I was going to law school at the time. I didn't want to quit so I didn't go back to them. Now that I'm a PI, I've been working on the serial killings," Raven said. "What have you found out so far?" Stan asked. "The MO's for the LA, California killings are that same as your wife's murder. The psychic was working for the killer. He paid her to get close to the investigation and report to him about what was going on. The bastard knew what we were doing and was able to stay a step or two ahead of us" Raven answered. "Did she see who was paying her?" Stan asked. "Yeah but it wasn't our killer. She was paid by a woman who would get a call from someone who didn't sound human, telling her when to pick up the money that was to be given to the psychic. The prick is still a ghost," Raven answered. "Have there been any more killings in California or any other state?" Stan asked. "No. After the psychic was arrested, he vanished. As of yesterday there's been no new killings with that MO," she answered. "He could have changed his MO," Stan said. "That's a good possibility," Raven said. "There's nothing anyone can do until the killer strikes again," Stan said. "I know one thing that you can do babe," Raven said. "What's that?" Stan asked. "We can grab some dinner," she answered as she smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me," Stan said. Before they left Stan wrapped his arms around Raven and kissed her passionately. After a few minutes he buried his face in her hair that was still damp and breathed in her scent. "I could get use to this," Raven said as he held her. Stan kissed Raven once more then they headed out the door. "After we eat maybe we can go back to your room and have some fun" Raven asked. "We'll see," Stan answered as he looked at her. As they waited for the elevator Stan reached over and began to lovingly stroke Raven's hair. I could fall in love with you very easily, Stan," Raven said. I know the feeling," Stan said as he continued to stroke her hair. "Where would you like to eat?" Stan asked. "The resort has a great restaurant, I eat there when I come here," Raven answered as they entered the elevator. After a few minutes the elevator stopped at the lobby and they got off and headed towards the restaurant. "A table for two where we can have some privacy," Stan said to the hostess. "Right this way, Mr. Jarvis," she said as she headed towards the back. "This is our VIP room since you're the boss, you're a VIP," she said. "I don't want any special treatment just because I'm the boss," Stan said. "Any VIP can use this room," she said. "I'll send a waitress back to take your order," she said as she handed them a menu. "thanks" Stan said then the lady left. "how would you feel about working with me on the serial killing with me?" Raven asked as she looked at him. "I don't have my Pi license and I'm busy this time of the year," he answered. "you can still do hair, I need your help if I'm going to catch this son of a bitch," Raven said. "Alright, but I'm still doing hair also," he said. "Cool, you can do my hair while we work together," Raven said. "what about after the case is over with?" Stan asked. "you're my personal hairstylist as of today Love Found After a few Minutes, Raven sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she began to play with his dick until it was hard. Raven kissed and licked the tip of his dick, then she stuck it into her mouth. Stan began to screw her face as she moaned. Stan screwed her face for a while, then he shoved his dick down her throat and began to deep throat her roughly, causing Raven to gag. As he deep throated Raven, she gagged and tried to push him away. He held her head tightly as he deep throated her rougher. After Raven thought he'd never cum, Stan's cum began to flow down her throat. Raven had to swallow fast as she gagged to keep from choking on his cum. Stan deep throated Raven for a while longer, then he removed his dick from her throat and mouth. Raven jumped up and ran to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Stan went into the bathroom and held her hair back as Raven threw up. "This is the first time I've ever thrown up after being deep throated," Raven said. then she wiped her mouth off. "How long has it been since you were last deep throated?" he asked as she rinsed her mouth out. "It's been a few years," she answered. "That's why you threw up. You need to get used to being deep throated again," Stan said as they went back into the bedroom. Raven laid down on the bed and looked at Stan. "Make love to me," she said. Stan went over to the bed and laid beside her. She turned on her side towards him, then reached between them and placed the tip of his dick against her wet pussy. Raven moaned as Stan shoved his dick inside her pussy and began to make slow passionate love to her. Raven kissed Stan deeply as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy faster. When Stan was ready to cum he held Raven tightly, then he began to fill her pussy with his cum. As he continued to make love to her Raven began to cum also. Stan loved the feel of her juices as they covered the tip of his dick. They made love for several hours then Raven laid in his arms smiling "Thank you for making me feel so special," she said. "You're already a special lady. All I did was make love to you," Stan said, causing Raven to smile. As they laid there Stan reached behind Raven and slowly shoved his finger up her ass causing her to yelp then moan. As Stan finger Raven's ass he shoved his finger inside her messy pussy and began to finger it as she moaned louder. After a while Raven moaned as loud as she could as she began to cum. By the time removed his fingers from her ass and pussy Raven had came several times. As Raven laid there moaning Stan got up and went into the bathroom where he washed his hands then he wetted three washcloths then he lathered one up. When he came back to the bed he washed Raven's pussy then he used the wet washcloth to clean the lather from it. Stan took the washcloths back into the bathroom where he cleaned the soap from the one. When he came back to bed he had a dry washcloth Raven moaned louder as he dried her pussy. He tossed the washcloth on the floor then he laid down beside of Raven. "Before we shower and have more sex in the shower, I want get some sleep you wore my ass out babe," Raven said "Sure darling," Stan said. Raven snuggled closer to Stan, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Stan kissed the side of her head, then he fell asleep also. Love Found Christine was having a tough day at work she was sitting at her desk when there was a knock on her office door. “It is open,” Christine said. The vision who entered her office still managed to take Christine breath away. Closing the door the cute pixie with the incredible smile, who still had Christine’s heart with her short layered cropped chestnut hair which fell around her face, she was dressed in a black top so tight and low cut it hugged her incredible breasts like a second skin her short black skirt was accentuated by a silver chain around her small waist and showed her slim legs to perfection. Her knee high black boots finished the outfit and were so typical of her she had a bit of an in the face attitude. Christine couldn’t believe her ex was here in front of her. Deb smiled seductively at the women who had escaped, “Hi baby did you miss me?” Deb licked her lips as she looked Christine up and down then bit her lip before saying. “I definitely missed u.” Christine was awe struck Deb’s lip play having the exact affect it was meant to. “why are you here Deb?” “You know why I am here.” Deb said moving to Christine’s side of the desk looking deep into Christine’s eyes. “I have come to claim the heart of the woman who stole mine.” Christine’s heart stopped beating then started racing so hard she was sure Deb could see it pounding out of her chest. Deb sat on the desk in front of Christine, “I have come for you my love.” Deb leaned forward cupping Christine’s face in her hand and kissing her tenderly caressing Christine’s lips with her own, deepening the kiss slowly sucking on Christine’s lower lip before possessing her mouth. Deb’s tongue invaded and claimed Christine’s mouth as her own, tongues caressing and tasting in a lover’s dance. Biting Christine’s bottom lip Deb reluctantly pulled away, “As much as I need to make love to you now this is not how I want to claim my soulmate. I will pick you up at your place tonight at 7.” A passion drunk Christine could only nod in acceptance. As she watched Deb walk out the door Christine wondered what she had got herself in for. At 6:55pm a very nervous Christine paced the floor what was she thinking she asked herself it could never work with deb could it. Christine was dressed to kill in her best black suite accentuated by a black shirt and red vest. Looking in the mirror Christine had to admit even to herself she was looking good. There was a knock at the door at 6:57pm when Christine opened the door she was floored by what she saw. The woman before was indeed a princess dressed in a flowing black mid-calf length dress with a fitted lace up bodice accentuated by red lacing. There was no mistaking this was her naughty little pixie but something was different there was a maturity and depth that was not present last time. This excited Christine because she had left because deb’s lack of emotional depth had crushed their relationship; the sexy vixen who was standing before her a minute ago now had her pinned to the wall and was moving her body seductively against Christine’s body kissing her senseless. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”Deb moaned her lips still touching Christine’s lips. ”You look amazing baby as much as I want nothing more than to take you to your bedroom and spend for as long as you will let me making love to you there is something important I need to do.” Kissing Christine deeply once more Deb managed to pull herself away long enough to take Christine’s hand and lead her to the waiting limo. Sliding in beside Christine Deb took Christine’s hand in hers and caressed it with her fingers. The 45 min drive seemed to dissipate in the loving caress of Deb’s hand. When the limo stopped and they exited Christine was amazed by what she saw. As the limo pulled away Christine took in the view before her and was shocked by the amount of preparation it must have taken to set this up. Before her Christine saw the candle lit path leading to a table for two with candles and a steak dinner served. Behind the table was a beautiful waterfall lit by at least a thousand candles including large candles behind the water waterfall illuminating the water. “Wow,”Christine exhaled. “It is your dream date baby, remember?” Deb smiled excitedly at Christine. “This is better than I dreamed up.” Christine said kissing Deb softly on the lips. “Thank you, beautiful.” “Mmmmmmmm as much as I would love to continue this dinner has been served lets eat before it gets cold.” Dinner was delicious as they chatted about old times and enjoyed each other’s company. Deb suddenly stood up and walked over to Christine and knelt beside her and pulled out a ring. “Christine, my heart is empty and hollow without you. I need you in my life like I need the oxygen I breathe. I don’t want to go through one more day of my life without you. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?” Christine was awe struck as she looked into the eyes, so full of love and hope, of the woman she loved and mouthed, “yes, baby, yes I love you too.” Deb slipped the ring on Christine’s finger and they kissed passionately. Christine started to strip the dress from debs body undoing the zipper and pushing it off of her shoulders. She stepped back to admire the beautiful, curvaceous body exposed to the moonlight. Deb quickly stripped Christine of her clothes and whispered in Christine’s ear, “Mmmmmmmmmmm you are beautiful baby but there is one more part of your perfect date.” Leading Christine to the waterfall, Deb kissed Christine passionately biting and sucking her lip as her hands caressed Christine’s body one scraping nails down Christine’s back while the other ran a finger all around Christine’s breast avoiding the nipple as the spray from the waterfall lubricated their bodies making them slick with moisture. Moving through the waterfall Deb pushed Christine against a rock ledge and grinded her body against Christine’s as she kissed and bit Christine’s neck and along her collar bone. Sliding her hands over Christine’s body; stroking it sliding over Christine’s water slick body to stroke over her nipple flicking it, squeezing it and tugging it while she bit Christine’s neck and whispered in her ear “now everyone will know your mine.” Deb slide her hand across Christine’s tummy and down to cup her mound sliding her finger up and down Christine’s pussy lips, Christine bucked wildly trying to get Deb to finger fuck her, Deb bit Christine’s ear lobe and whispered “be patient my love I am not done with you yet.” Deb kissed down Christine’s body until she kissed Christine’s nipples sucking her. desperate to suckle, bite and tug on them; Debs finger slid between Christine’s pussy lips and poked her clit before withdrawing and poking again. Christine squirmed and moaned under the assault; deb slid her hand over Christine’s clit and began to stroke it hard and fast as her other hand came down and two fingers slid into Christine’s cunt and fingered her hard and fast. Christine’s body spasmed in a climax that made her shake and gasp with pleasure; leaving Christine exhausted. Deb lay Christine down on the ledge and straddled her face lapping at Christine pussy tasting her wetness. Deb sucked Christine’s clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. Christine snapped out of her cum daze to the very wet pussy woman of the woman she loved, Christine was overcome with the need to taste the pussy she had been fantasizing about for years and began lapping at Debs wet pussy licking and sucking. Deb began tongue fucking Christine’s pussy and rubbing Christine’s clit while Christine sucked on Deb’s clit and fingered her hard. Christine and Deb exploded in a climax that left them both shattered. Deb caught her breath and moved into Christine’s arms kissed her slowly and deeply and whispered “I love you, my wifey.” Love Found Ch. 02 Again, feedback wanted. Thanks for all the comments emailed to me!! Yours, romanticredhead A redhead with a passion * Piers held my face in his hands, as our eyes conveyed a message we'd hidden for so long, three simple words that meant the world to us. His thumb stroked down the side of my face, touching my soft skin, and making me take in a deep breath as he slowly moved in towards me. His lips touched mine gently, barely making contact, the kiss was so soft, and I parted my lips to let him in. Our tongues touched, and at this, Piers pressed his lips hard against mine, and started to kiss me with a passion that surprised me, his tongue dancing with mine, his face mere millimetres away from mine, my dream that I had given up hope of ever becoming reality. He slowly pulled away, and I reached for his shirt, delicately undoing his buttons and revealing his torso. I had to catch my breathe, realising that he was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, his stomach was taut, toned, but not over muscled, not like those pictures you see where you feel distaste, the bodies are so overly developed. He was perfect, a thin line of dark hair running down over his stomach and into his jeans, a patch of the same smooth, lovely hair clothing his amazing chest. I reached out a hand, and gently stroked his side, my fingers wandering across to touch his waist, smoothing the hair. 'Do you like it?' he whispered to me. I looked at him, and saw worry in his eyes, an uncertainty that he'd not be good enough for me. 'It's better than I ever imagined. It's beautiful.' He stroked my hair, and leaned over to kiss my forehead. 'Let me see you now.' I moved in close to him, and took his hands in mine, placing them on my blouse. I closed my eyes as he gently undid the buttons, kissing each patch of skin he uncovered as he reached it. Finally, it was opened, and Piers kissed my lips, shedding his undone shirt from his shoulders as he did so. He let his eyes wander up and down my body, hands on my waist and close to being able to touch his fingers. His removed one hand, and slowly, precisely, stroked my nipple through the fabric of my bra. 'You're beautiful.' He whispered, looking up into my eyes and smiling lovingly at me, his dark hair flopping over one eye. He brushed it back with his hand, and slid my blouse from my body with his other one. He slowly reached behind me, watching my eyes for any sign that I wanted him to stop. Finding none, he gently unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. His eyes widened, and he bent his head, examining them with a heat, a desperateness I never thought Piers could possess. His kissed around my nipples, touching them as they hardened, and then took one into his mouth, kissing them with an open mouth, exploring them with his tongue. I gasped, my fingers running through his hair, holding his head to me. 'Piers, Piers...' the words fell from my mouth, his lips and tongue bringing me to new heights of being aroused, knowing that soon I would have an orgasm; despite the fact he hadn't touched anywhere near my pussy. I loved him; I wanted him to have everything that I could give him. I just hadn't seen it before, and now, with his body so close to mine, his heart open for me, it was so clear. He was the one I was meant to be with forever. My thoughts were cut into by a jolt in my pussy, a small orgasm clearly a messenger of sorts for the wondrous climaxes to come. My head fell back, supported by the wall, and I let out a low moan, shaking underneath his hands and mouth. He looked up at me, and suddenly, without warning, lifted me in his arms, carrying me as a groom does to a new bride when they are entering their house they will share as husband and wife. He gently put me down on the bed, and lay next to me on his side, letting his lips touch mine, his hand curving down to my lower abdomen, doing something to quell the ache that he had made lie there. 'I love you, my darling.' He muttered against my lips. 'I love you more than I thought I did, but here, now, it seems so clear to me. You're the one I'm meant to be with.' His words made a warm ache spread through my body, as I looked at him, and told him the same, told him how much I loved him. His let out a strangled cry, and swooped back down to kiss my mouth desperately. His hands undid my skirt, and gently pulled it from my curved hips. He smoothed the material of my panties, and looked at me, pulling from my lips. 'Can I?' He whispered softly. My look at him gave him the answer, as my eyes were fast filling with longing and love for him. He slowly pulled them down, and took them from my legs. He kissed my lips softly, and moved down my body. He reached my pussy, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. His hand reached out and caressed it, drawing a soft moan from my lips. He stood from the bed, leading me to sit up and look at him with confusion. He smiled at me, and let out a low chuckle. 'You'll see, my love.' His hands went down to his jeans, and started to undo them. I looked away, afraid of what I might see, and when I looked back, he was in his boxers, watching my face with a look of apprehension. 'What's wrong?' He asked. I looked back at him, and replied, 'Nothing. I just needed a second to.... I just...' He smiled at me. 'Don't worry, my love, I understand.' He looked at me, smiling softly as he took off his boxers. I took in a breath, and let my gaze look down. My God, it was so beautiful, it was amazing to realise it had been there all this time, and I had never known. I can't even begin to describe it, the ultimate expression of his manhood. It was big, so beautifully made that it was hard to take in. It was already hard, harder than I knew it could get. I finally tore my eyes away from it, and looked up at him, reading worry and lust in his eyes. There was need for words, as I held out my arms, hearing him let out a groan, and falling forward on to the bed, mounting my body and kissing me softly, rubbing the inside of my leg as I felt myself become wetter than I ever had before. He let my mouth leave his, as he looked into my eyes. 'If it hurts, just... tell me to stop... just, tell me to stop...' he was clearly unable to say anything more, as he let his hand tangle in my hair and he moved into me, the tip of him penetrating me. I gasped, and started to shake under him, as he entered me more, filling me in a way I'd never felt, in a way I never thought possible, He was rubbing against my walls, his hot breath on my cheek, touching my body as he conquered my heart, took my virginity. I knew he'd broken me, when I felt a slight twinge of pain, but it was so slight I couldn't care, I just wanted him to be within me as far as he could. He was my love, my soulmate, the taker of my virginity; I wanted to come for him, let him feel my orgasm. He moved slowly within me, his body damp with sweat as I held him tightly, his breathing fast and hard. I looked into his face as we made love, beautiful, delicious love, and I whispered to him, 'I'm going to come soon, my love. Please come with me, I want to share this with you.' His eyes opened, and I was lost in their glow, the love that left me knowing without a doubt, he loved me, he always had, he always would. His deep, masculine voice whispered to me, softly and lovingly, 'Now, my love. Let me show you how much I love you, let's do it now.' The words were too much, I felt myself contract, waves of exquisite pleasure took over my body, I heard myself gasp, gasp over and over again, and I felt Piers' climax within me, his hot come spreading within me, conquering my womb and my heart. He lay there, on my body, his hands both tangled in my hair now, his eyes burning into mine, knowing what I wanted to say, reading it inside me. Love unspoken, between two people and one mind. *** SIX YEARS LATER. I walk up the aisle, knowing that my happiness is clear, written on my face for all to see. Clothed in my mothers' wedding dress, knowing that so many here recognise it, believing that it would give me all the luck, the love lasting for so many decades it had given her. My eyes are on him, my love, my future husband. My thoughts drift back to last night, the wondrous feelings he gave me, the first time I took him in my mouth. I loved knowing I gave him pleasure; hearing his gasps as he stroked my hair and pulled me to him, loathe to hurt me but needing to keep me close. He's waiting for me. Dad gives me away, and I step beside him. His emerald green eyes are burning into mine, his face smiling softly at me. He reaches out and takes hold of my hand, lifting it to his lips, he kisses it softly. There's an intake of breath in the church, but we don't hear it. We're in our own world, about to wed, about to share our lives forever. I see his lips moving, mouthing those two words to me that mean the world on this day. 'I do.' THE END.