1 comments/ 12149 views/ 2 favorites My Angel, My Valentine By: Mystery_Love_Girl Alice sprawled herself out across her bed, spreading her legs and stretching her arms until she touched all the bedposts. She stayed in that position for a little while, enjoying the sinful luxury of it all. Then she sat up and began eating the purple grapes she'd bought from the market. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered as she moaned with pleasure, possessed by the sweetness of the juicy grapes. Of course, she'd coated them with her own nectar first -- her personal sweet-and-salty flavor that made the guys crazy for her. She fell against the satin sheets, laughing, waiting for her lover. ~~~ Elaine could never understand that song 'Hollywood' by Madonna. "Everybody comes to Hollywood...how could it hurt you when it looks so good?" Hollywood, on the contrary, looked anything but good. The sky was covered in the purple smog that L.A. was famous for, splotching over the clouds and the moon like bruises. The night air felt thick and oppressing with humidity and blinding sun-colored spotlights flew overhead, possibly makeup to hide the smoggy bruises. And then there were the people, Elaine thought, walking or strolling or jamming down the streets. Some were punks and some were skaters, some were rockers and rollers and some were just empty. There were surfers and celebrities and ladies of the evening: notoriously expensive around Beverly Hills because the residents could afford it. Elaine was sad. She had woken up and remembered that it was nearly Valentine's Day. The reason she remembered was because it was also her 18th birthday, February 12th. She decided that since it was a supposedly celebratory occasion, she ought to go out to one of the local concerts or discos with her friends. That had turned out to be a mistake, because all of her friends had boyfriends and ended up making out with them all night in front of her. Now she sat crying in a park in the canyon, a few feet underneath of the Hollywood sign, trying to imagine what it would have been like if he had stayed with her... ~~~ The first time Alice fucked Tom, it had been in a boys' bathroom at a bar. Alice snickered, remembering how she fed him, letting him suck the grapes off of her tongue. She had grabbed the poor virgin by the collar of his shirt and forced him to follow her, cooing in his ears and biting them seductively. In the dim darkness of the stinking urinal, Alice had ripped off her dress (with a skirt short enough to leave nothing to the imagination, anyway). She took his hands and placed them against her voluptuous breasts, groaning as he toyed with her nipples with something like naïve fascination in his eyes. He fumbled undoing the fly of his jeans, and even went so far as to stop and say, "I don't think we should - " But Alice stopped him before he got another word out. She pushed him hard into the tile wall and French-kissed him, her tongue hot in his mouth. She then licked his neck, pulling his jacket down his arms and ripping his shirt so her saliva dripped onto his clavicle. Tom gasped for breath, emitting soft, helpless cries at the monstrous erection in his trousers. Alice rubbed the palms of her hands over it, hissing. She gently dragged her long, pointy red nails over it, feeling it twitch under the fabric. She guessed he hadn't been this hard in a while, if ever, and it turned her on. Her pussy was completely soaked, the lips engorged. When Alice stopped teasing him with her hands, she watched as his eyes wandered from her large breasts down to her pussy for the first time. "Mmm, you make me so wet, baby. Will you please touch me?" Alice used her most virginal, innocent voice so she sounded like a young girl (even though she was his age). Tom seemed torn between a horny amazement and being completely touched, as though he was special to her and it had nothing to do with his cock. He nodded slowly and followed her as she walked across the room to the sink, sticking her ass out so he could watch it move. She hoisted herself onto the sink, her nipples instantly erect at the cold wind pouring through the window beside her. Her thick tendrils of black hair blew across her face as she tossed her head back. She moved her hand down to her pussy, sticking two fingers in and spreading it wide so he could see it. Overcome, Tom dropped to his knees and pushed his head between her thighs. Alice bucked, surprised that he found her clit right away. "This naughty boy must have watched porn," she thought to herself, chuckling. She possessively dug the heels of her pointed black stilettos into his bare back for ever having got off without her, even though they'd only just met. Her pussy was like fire. Every time he licked her clean, more juices came pouring out of her tiny pink hole. Alice screamed in orgasm, pulled his head away and kissed him violently. Afraid that he may come in his pants (he was still an amateur, after all) she instantly grabbed him and yanked down his boxer shorts so his giant cock sprang free. Without even giving him time to think or take his pants off, she shoved him straight inside her pussy. Tom cried out, a primal, guttural cry that she had heard animals make. Knowing she was his first made her even hornier and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him close. He fucked her like a pro, so the cracked mirror behind her shook and she worried in the back of her mind that the sink may collapse beneath them. They were loud, not even caring that someone would walk in at any second. The place had a sleazy reputation, anyway, this kind of thing probably happened all the time. His cock slammed violently into her, his hips slapping into her thighs, dripping wet from her juices. Alice kept coming and coming, crying out Tom's name and begging him to join her. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute. Tom barely pulled out before a long rope of sperm shot out, hitting her breasts and stomach. Alice had never seen any man ejaculate so much, and she'd seen many. Tom fell heavily against her, burying his face into her neck. His chest heaved and he was grunting. Finally, he licked in her ear and whispered, "That was unbelievable, Alice." Alice used her fingertip to scoop up some of his cum and slipped it into her mouth, smiling. ~~~ Elaine had grown up in the canyon with the jacaranda blossoms and the peach trees and the purple-speckled sky. It once looked beautiful to her, like a paradise. Her parents took her to church on Sundays, dressing her in her sweet little white sleeveless dresses and letting her scuff the too-fancy heels on the sidewalks. She got a biblical picture book, and she liked the pictures of heaven the best, with its pearly gates and golden roads. Her mother said that she would go there forever and ever when she died, and Elaine had looked up at her innocently and asked, "Can't I just stay here?" Down at the bottom of the rolling green hills were these ugly miniature houses that Elaine saw from her bedroom window. The suburbs. Identical little front doors with two windows, one on either side, slanted rooftops and mown lawns, everything perfect to a T. In fact, the image reminded Elaine of a toy set; the kind of houses that taught children to conform and fit in and that this is the way things should be -- of course she didn't think all that at the time. Elaine's house, on the other hand, wasn't a part of the suburbs. Her own paradise was a home that seemed to have been built right out of the rock canyon. Its stony walls were covered in rose vines and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers, exotic flowers, amazing plants that people didn't even know could grow there, and bushes that looked so much like marijuana that the police came by, but they were really just herbs. When Elaine's mother died, the flowers did too, and Elaine tried her hardest but she could never pull all the weeds out. And her tower bedroom which had once seemed so perfectly romantic (she even grew her hair out like Rapunzel once) became this dreary isolated prison. Elaine was thirteen. Her father was crushed and his sobbing frightened her, but what frightened her more was the dreams she began having just a short time later. Only months afterwards, Elaine's imagination was eroticized. Maybe it was the powerful roar and salty tang smell of the ocean she visited on weekends, or the big heart-shaped flowers dangling over the highway, or the music leaking in through her window at night from the club a few miles up like a wet dream. But Elaine began dreaming of sex, and she couldn't shut the thoughts out of her mind, or the delicious ache settling almost permanently between her legs. She touched herself curiously, staring in wonder at her new pubic hair and swelling breasts. Her hair, which had been white when she was little, was now a beautiful golden blonde. Her blue eyes and thin figure made her very pretty, and she looked at least a year younger than she really was, which made her even more desirable. A few boys even asked her out, and Elaine wanted to kiss them, just to feel their tongues inside of her. She wanted to touch them, to feel the hard, flat planes of their chests and the firmness of their legs. She wanted to stand directly before them, looking up into their eyes, melting in them. But she never dated any of them. Not a one during all her years at high school. Because there was one boy she was in love with, and his name was Tom. ~~~ When Elaine was fourteen, her father threw her a beautiful birthday party with a Valentines' Day theme. Last year, when her mother died, he had been so torn up with grief he'd forgotten to even give her a present, so he wanted desperately to make it up to her. After all, she was all he had left. The house and dying garden were showered in pinks and reds and virginal whites, and cupids hung all around or were sat on open surfaces, peeking out with their bows and arrows in little bouquets of roses. Valentines' Day was Elaine's favorite holiday because of the angels. She didn't see cupids -- she saw her mother, she saw the creatures of God holding open the pearly gates for her. She saw love, and it gave her desire. What she didn't know when the day began was that she would really fall in love for the first time. Her father had invited the entire school, and almost all of them came. She didn't know them and they didn't know her, but they wanted the free cake. Elaine wandered around with her few real friends, until she saw this amazing boy with Cupid's features perched in her apple tree. This boy had gold curly hair with light brown eyes, and the sun beamed around him like a halo. The white polo shirt he wore glittered brilliantly in the bright light, and for some reason that Elaine never did understand, he was wearing a pair of fake feathered wings. "Hey!" she called up to him. The cherub boy was so startled he dropped the apple he'd been holding. It fell and she caught it. She took a bite. "Thanks," she said playfully. The boy said nothing. "Won't you come down? I don't think I know you," she said. The boy jumped down onto his feet before her. He was tall and thin; he must have been at least sixteen. Elaine swallowed her bite of apple hard, suddenly nervous. That wasn't like her. "Hello there. I'm Elaine," she said, her voice growing quieter by the second. "Hello," the boy answered her. "I'm Tom." He shook her hand, the fingers big and warm and making hers feel small and inadequate. She folded her hands gently in front of her and smiled. "I brought you a present," Tom said. He gave her a tiny box with the logo of a popular girls' jewelry store on it. Inside was a gorgeous heart locket on a silver chain. "Why?" Elaine gasped. Such a beautiful gift from a stranger! "Because your dad said it was your birthday. I hope you like it." They remained together for the rest of the party, walking around holding hands, singing songs, laughing and talking and eating their dinner together. Each gift Elaine unwrapped, she showed to him and he smiled or nodded approvingly. Two days later, on Valentines', Elaine opened up her locker and her heart skipped a beat when the card fell out. "Be mine. Love, Tom." ~~~ As Alice lay in bed with Tom, having seduced him for hours with her grapes and her throbbing pussy, she thought with satisfaction about how she'd stolen him from Elaine. In high school, Alice and Elaine were never friends. Elaine was the pretty one, the "popular" one, ever since her dad threw her that stupid birthday party and Tom fell head over heels for her. Well, Alice had loved him first. " I put dibs on him way before Elaine stepped in!" Alice told herself indignantly. She felt a pang of hurt when she remembered the first time she saw Elaine and Tom walking together. They weren't official yet, but everyone could tell it was inevitable. The way Tom stared down at her, wrapped his arm around her protectively, even carried her books for her -- he was crazy for her. Alice had been sick with jealousy. After all, she couldn't exactly compete with Elaine. She was a plain-looking girl, with this thick dark hair that always seemed to be impossibly tangled. She had lovely green eyes, but they were hidden by the thick-framed glasses she had to wear in order to read the blackboards. She was also slightly overweight, so she felt more comfortable wearing the un-sexy baggy sweaters or rock band T-shirts over jeans instead of the girly skirts and tank tops Elaine wore. By Christmas of that year, Elaine and Tom were always together. They kissed sometimes, and Alice stood dejectedly by, crying her eyes out behind her thick ugly glasses and matted black hair before running to class. When Tom graduated, he opted to go to a community college so that he could be with Elaine while she was finishing school. He would be living in a dorm less than an hour away. Alice was Tom's age. She was graduating too, and she hadn't been planning on going to college in the first place. She saw sixteen-year-old Elaine and Tom talking in whispers in the courtyard, an expression of absolute bliss on their faces. That's when it really hit her: they were in love. They were going to be married someday. And poor, plain-Jane, silly stalker Alice was going to have to stand by and watch it happen! Seething with anger, Alice ran home so fast that her glasses fell off and her book bag banged heavily against her knees. She clambered up to her room and blared her heavy metal music so loud that her parents complained, wondering how she could be eighteen, with her whole life ahead of her, and yet it felt like her whole life was over? ~~~ Tom was more than just the love of Elaine's life and the object of Alice's lust. He was also an intelligent, independent young man, studying to become a doctor. Even though he had given up on going to an out-of-state medical school in favor of being with Elaine (before Alice sank her claws in him) the community college actually had very good human anatomy classes that would prepare him well for whatever school he did end up applying to. His main motivation for the medical field was the premature death of his parents when he was ten. Both died in a car accident, naturally scarring him. He became a ward of state, and even though he went to a decent home eventually, he was an introverted, normally anti-social teenager with very few friends. He saw Elaine on the first day of ninth grade, and it was the first time he felt love. It was love -- at first sight. When Tom did meet her, he felt like Cupid had struck her as hard as he had him, because he instinctively sensed their connection. He had even worn angel wings to the party, hoping he would catch her eye. His plan had seemed desperate at the time, but it worked. After that, he would have thought nothing could drive them apart, ever (and he was almost correct). Elaine was a decent, beautiful blonde-haired girl. She indulged his taste for the classical and the romantic, making it fitting that they met in time for Valentine's Day. Their first kiss was on a hike up to the Hollywood sign, and the moment his lips touched hers, his heart flip-flopped and he felt an ache in his groin. From then on, he had to fight against passion to honor her. He wanted, more than anything, to marry her someday and give himself to her completely. Elaine wanted the same thing; she imagined them almost as children. Curious, sweet, innocent. When she thought of love, she wanted that virginal quality -- the roses and candles and soft kisses. Of course, neither of them counted on their sexual desires nearly overwhelming them, and were helpless to fight it. Tom almost made himself insane, trying to ignore his will to plunge against Elaine as they walked to the movies or ate dinner together. Elaine, meanwhile, tried to beat her dominatrix fantasy out of her head as she kissed him tenderly, hoping that he would only sense her more tender, motherly emotions towards him. Tom and Elaine were fighting inner battles, and when Alice eventually did split them up, they found individual outlets of sexual freedom and were able to freely indulge in their fetishes because they weren't worrying of hurting each other. Maybe, in the end -- in a strange way -- Alice was a blessing in disguise... ~~~ Alice did something she thought she could never do when she graduated: instead of giving up on everything, instead of moving on and just letting bygones be gone, she decided to fight. "You're not in high school anymore, Alice," she told her reflection. "No one will remember who you were. All you have to do is change who you are." And she did change, alright. The first thing to go were her glasses -- she got contacts instead. In only a month, she lost an amazing twenty pounds.Then, she got an entirely new wardrobe. Skirts, blouses, dresses, lots of sexy silk-and-lace numbers for the boys. And of course, an entire array of lingerie. She began sleeping around to practice the art of seduction, discovering she had a hidden knack for sex. "Why did I waste so much time being a virgin?" she asked herself as she wrapped her thighs around a man, loving the thickness of his waist and the way his cock clumsily, tantalizingly poked at her clitoris before he slipped it into her. Then, of course, to make the transformation completely, she started to use magic. No one really knows anything about what magic actually is, and Alice understood that. Alice knew because her aunt (who was also her best and only friend) was a real, live witch. She specialized in casting spells in the area of love and sexuality. Alice started practicing on Tom right away, creating heat-of-the-moment spells so whenever she ran into him at a party or on the dance floor, it made a burning impact on him or helped him forget just a little bit about his girlfriend for awhile. Her goal was to get him obsessed with her before making her move. By the time he started coming up to her when he saw her and even looking for her when he went to a social gathering, she'd known it was time. The occasion? Just happened to be a bunch of frat boys out at a seedy L.A. bar, but Alice was impeccably dressed and her pussy was drenched with the idea of at last fucking the man she was so in love with. The man she'd completely transformed herself for. She was ready for him. ~~~ The day before Valentine's Day... "Kiss me," Alice groaned around Tom's lips, unclasping her bra so her large breasts sprung free. Tom fingered her dark areolas, rubbing them with his thumbs. He took one nipple in his mouth, licking roughly in circles. Alice gasped with pleasure, pushing his head close to her chest. His cock bounced up against her belly, digging in her warm, bare flesh. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. Without pretense, she swallowed him whole, the head hitting the back of her throat. My Angel, My Valentine Overwhelmed, Tom stumbled and choked out: "My God, Alice!" He stared down at her in wonder, his cock completely hidden inside her mouth. She expertly sucked him, licking and caressing the tender underside of his member with her tongue while his balls slapped against her. In minutes, he was coming, shot after shot of his thick hot cum spurting down her throat. Tom screamed and bucked against her; Alice chucked and the vibrations in her mouth rolled over his cock, making him come again. When he'd finished, he fell to his knees beside her on the floor, breathing hard. "Thank you, baby," Alice said softly, still rubbing her breasts. She reached one hand down to her pussy for the orgasm-induced juices still flowing there, then touched Tom's now-flaccid cock. "Just give me a second, darling," Tom growled with a smile. "Let me catch my breath." He lay on his back, his eyes shut. When he opened them, he caught Alice's gaze. She had stopped rubbing herself, and was just staring at him distractedly. "What's wrong?" he asked her. "Nothing...what would be wrong?" Alice said in her usual confident manner. She gave a beautiful, sexy grin, but her eyes were still shimmering -- tears? "Alice...?" Tom said, sitting upright and touching her cheek. "What is it?" Alice's grin collapsed and she started to cry, her hands flying up to hide her face. Tom grabbed them, stopping her. "I-I'm sorry, Tom," she tried to mumble. She turned her head away, but he wasn't letting her off so easily. "Damnit, Alice, talk to me," he insisted. "Tom, do you love me?" "What?" Tom stopped, looking at her incredulously. Alice looked in his eyes, mascara-streaked tears running down her gorgeous face, framed by her exceptional black fringe. "It's a simple question, Tom. Do you love me or not?" Tom opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. Did he love her?? They'd been seeing each other so frequently in the past two years, such a fact was just assumed. He'd never said it to her, and she'd never said it to him, but they were practically living together for Christ's sake! Of course they were in love...right? Suddenly, Tom thought it very strange that such a matter had never popped up in conversation. Or that he'd never even thought about it. Well, he had a few times...sort of. Once he'd jokingly suggested that if they had a kid, it would probably grow up to be a nymphomaniac because they were both so horny all the time. Another time Alice had been running an ice cube down the length of his spine, stopping when she'd reached the tender spot between his lower ass and his balls. He'd sort of jolted in pleasure and pain, and she kissed and licked him there, heating up the icy water that melted against him. "Oh, baby, we should get married," she'd groaned, taking his balls in her hands. That hadn't been the best time to expect a real response to such a question, because all Tom had been able to say was, "Mmph!" But now, Alice was looking at him -- not like a fiery vixen, but a woman. And an insecure one, at that. His first instinct was to protect her: "Why would you ask me such a thing?" he asked her, smiling. "This isn't like you." "Where is our relationship heading?" Alice demanded, ignoring his question. "I've never heard you say it!" Her voice dropped, and she looked down at her knees. "I need to hear you say it, Tom." "Baby, I see you everyday..." he replied lamely. He was stalling and he knew she knew it. Dumbass, he muttered to himself. "All that means is I'm a good fuck," Alice said angrily. She yanked her hands away and stood, scooping her clothes up off the floor. She stood over him naked, an indignant expression on her face. "Well, I love you, Tom. Do you hear me? I love you. I've always loved you, and I always will." As she started to walk away, Tom fell back in astonishment. What did she mean, she'd always loved him? Since they started dating? "Alice, wait!" he cried, climbing to his feet. As he scrambled after her, he zipped and buttoned his open jeans and grabbed a shirt off the floor. Alice was in the bathroom with the door locked, probably struggling to put her clothes on quickly. He pounded on the door with one hand, trying to put his shirt on with the other. "Look, you caught me off guard," he said, trying the knob uselessly. "I...I just need to think, okay? Baby it isn't you..." "Of course it isn't me," Alice grumbled under her breath. He could hear the bitterness in her voice from behind the heavy oak door. "It's her." "Excuse me?" The door suddenly unlocked and swung open, almost slamming into Tom's chest as he jumped backward. Alice stood there, a sarcastic laugh escaping her throat. "Don't tell me you don't remember Elaine!" Tom froze. "What do you know about Elaine?" he asked her softly. "I know you loved her, I know you took an in-state scholarship for her, I know you were going to marry her...oh, and that you met her at her fourteenth birthday party," Alice recited, checking off the items on her fingers. Then she fairly spat, "I was there!" "Now, wait a minute..." Tom's head was reeling. What's more, his heart was pounding furiously. He had this strange desire to burst into sobs because he'd instantly remembered Elaine -- all of it, everything about her came back to him so fast that the weight of the memories nearly knocked him off his feet. "How...did, did you go to our school?" "Picture me with glasses, Tom. Ugly clothes. Acne. You know, an average nerdy freak, Tom!" Alice was yelling now. "You ignored me in school -- both of you did! You would never even give me the time of day; until of course I seduced you at a sleazy bar." Alice grabbed the rest of her things with trembling hands, stuffing them into a bag. "Typical man," she said, her voice shaking so much he could barely understand her. "You only wanted me after I ripped my clothes off for you." Tom couldn't picture Alice as an average-looking teenager, though he tried to remember her. The only images he had of her were as the mind-blowing sex goddess he'd spent the past two years with. As she started to leave, he bolted in front of her. "Alice," he said, grabbing her shoulders. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you." Alice was sobbing. "But you don't love me," she gasped. "You'll never love me." Blinded by a flash of rage, she brought her knee up to his crotch -- hard. Tom managed to block himself so his thigh got the blunt of the damage, but he certainly wouldn't be able to chase after her before she could get in her car and drive away. "Fuck, Alice, don't leave!" he shouted falling against the wall. He gritted his teeth against the pain and fury. Fury because he'd been an ass: he'd hurt and betrayed two women. Most importantly, he'd successfully put his soul mate out of his head, and what for? How had it all happened, anyway? What Alice had said about their first night was right...it was a pathetic move. "Shit," Tom cursed under his breath. He banged his head against the wall, hearing Alice's tires squealing away. "Well done, asshole," he said to himself sarcastically. Elaine... ~~~ On the morning of St. Valentine's Day, eighteen-year-old Elaine woke up early. It was cold in her room and all the curtains were closed, shutting out the lights. Her heart was pounding fast -- she'd had a nightmare. It was about losing Tom, of course. "Stupid, Elaine," Elaine muttered to herself. "You are acting incredibly stupid. He dumped you for someone else -- get over it." She climbed out of bed and shuffled over to the windows, opened the curtains, and winced at the bright sunshine. Before she could even get down the hallway to the kitchen, she heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be?" she wondered out loud. Her parents were on a romantic trip to Tijuana, and besides, they had no reason to visit her apartment. Her roommate was off with her boyfriend for the holiday. When Elaine pulled open the door, she froze. It was Tom. "Hey, Elaine," Tom said with a huge smile. His expression could almost be considered casual, but the way he breathed his greeting and then sucked in deeply suggested that he was very unsure of himself. "Tom!" Elaine gasped. "What are you doing here?" He was looking fantastic, for one thing. He was wearing a suit of all things -- almost like he was attending a formal affair -- and his blonde hair was as neatly curled as ever, his eyes were shimmering and -- oh God -- he was carrying a box of chocolates and an embarrassingly large bouquet of pink roses. "I..." Tom's eyes fluttered involuntarily over her figure and Elaine jumped when she realized she was still wearing her nightgown. "I just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's day...I'm sorry, this is a bad time. I should come back later?" "No!" Elaine almost screamed it, and Tom bit his lip to keep from laughing. She shut her eyes, counted to three, then opened them. "No. Now's fine. Let me get my bathrobe. Come in." He stepped inside and she offered him a seat, then grabbed her flimsy silk robe. It was red and sexy and she knew it, which may help take the focus off her dirty face and bed-head. Tom hadn't meant to wake Elaine, but he couldn't regret doing so. Whether she realized it or not, the scruffiness of her sweet blonde hair made him crazy, and her face looked so much nicer without the makeup she always wore. With a jolt, he wondered if she really wanted him here. "Too late to go home now," he said to himself through gritted teeth. "So...why are you here?" Elaine asked. She stood there with her arms crossed, her eyes moving distractedly from him to the kitchen where she'd put water on the stove for tea. "C-could you sit down?" Tom stammered suddenly. "You're making me nervous." That, and her nipples poking through that red robe of hers were threatening to make him forget why he was really there. "Oh." Elaine plopped down next to him. "Sorry. But really -- ex-boyfriends don't just come to ex-girlfriends' houses on the most romantic day of the year to chat." "You're right." Tom stared at the flowers in his hands, still wet with dew. "Elaine, I'm so sorry for - " His voice cracked, and Elaine's heart skipped a beat. " -- everything. I left you. I was a fool." "Tom?" Elaine's voice came out a hoarse whisper. "Th-that was two years ago..." "I know." Tom dropped the flowers, which fell from his lap to a heap on the floor. He grabbed her hands with urgency, which were cold and clammy. "And if you don't love me anymore, just say it and I'll leave right now. I'll never bother you again, I swear." The tea kettle was whistling. Elaine's breath was shaky, but she managed to say in a calm voice, "Do you still take Earl Grey with lemon?" "For Christ's sake, Elaine," Tom murmured, staring at her beautiful soft hands. She was torturing him. Elaine swallowed, then got up and went to the kitchen. When she came back carrying the cups of tea, Tom had a clenched fist up by his mouth and was staring off into space. She sat beside him again. "Listen, Tom," she said quietly. "Of course I love you. I always have loved you, but this...this isn't right. I let you go. When I found out how you felt about Alice..." Tom burst out laughing. "You think I'm in love with Alice?" Elaine's look stopped him. "Oh, Elaine...no. No I don't love her. I don't think I ever did, but there's something about her. Something, I don't know how to say it...it's almost hypnotic." Tom shook his head. "I don't want to talk about her, Elaine. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel. Can we -- at least be friends again?" From lovers to strangers to friends, huh? Elaine's heart was fluttering, and the sight of Tom in that sexy black tuxedo jacket and trousers was causing an untimely flutter between her legs as well. "What's with the suit?" Elaine asked, in a lame attempt to be casual. "Just...tell me," Tom whispered. "I don't want to be your friend!" Elaine blurted out, suddenly angry. No, not angry -- furious. What right did Tom have to come to her apartment (to find out where she lived!) and ask to be friends after stabbing her in the back? She'd given him everything, and now his best excuse for dumping her was that his girlfriend was "hypnotic"? Did he think she was that stupid? That easy? Tom looked as if she'd slapped him. "I-I see," he said softly. "You hurt me, Tom. You really did. Do you have no idea what you did to me?" Elaine was struggling not to cry. Her words were knives. "Yes, I do. And I don't know how else to apologize..." Tom tried again. "I just thought I'd start somewhere, Elaine." "Yeah, well it's a really bad time. I have a date!" Elaine cried, for some reason deciding to lie to hurt him. A half smile split Tom's face. "In the middle of the day?" he asked gently. "Fuck you!" Elaine screamed. "Get out!" She was mad because she did love him, and she wanted to believe him. She would love to forget the past two years of hell he'd put her through and that vixen Alice who had taken him from her, but she knew she never would. And what's more, she didn't want to be hurt again. Suddenly, Tom leapt to his feet and grabbed her by the arms. He slammed her forcefully against the wall, ignoring her startled cries and attempts to escape. He pinned her there by pressing his hands into her shoulder blades and holding her arms down with his elbows, one of his thighs between her legs so she couldn't run. "Elaine," he whispered, staring fiercely into her frightened eyes. "Relax, will you? I won't hurt you. I just won't leave here until you know that I'm sorry. That I love you." Elaine's eyes widened, and she burst into tears. Horrified, Tom began shaking and started to back away, but then Elaine grabbed his face and kissed him on the mouth. Hard. Tom was so surprised at first that he didn't know what to do, but he caught up with her quickly. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and she smelled like honey. Tom wrapped her in his arms and leaned back up into the wall, his body pressing hard into hers. Elaine couldn't believe this was happening. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with the sensation of his thigh grinding between her legs. Almost without realizing it, she was pressing herself into it, rubbing up and down. When a low moan escaped her throat, Tom pulled away, his breathing ragged. "Wow," he gasped. "Tom?" Elaine gulped. "Yeah?" "Could you...get off me?" Surprise mingled with disappointment hid behind a mask of embarrassment as Tom obligingly stepped back (although it was really her who was almost sitting on his right knee) and Elaine shook herself off, trying to cool the burning sensation. She may have been a virgin, but she'd been masturbating since she was fourteen -- she knew that she orgasmed easily. The feel of her nipples against his chest and her clitoris against his leg for a mere minute had worked her into a frenzy. Tom, in the meantime, was trying to hide the enormous erection that was growing on the strength of their kiss. "Would you give me a minute?" Elaine said slowly, sliding along the wall towards the hallway. "I need...to think." "Sure, of course," Tom said, watching her as she left the room. As soon as she was gone, Tom ran into the kitchen and splashed cold water on his face. "Come on, Tom, get a grip," he lectured himself. He knew very well that, for one thing, Elaine was saving herself for marriage (as she'd said repeatedly during their relationship in high school) and for another, she had no date later, as she'd claimed. If he just cooled it, she would be his. In maybe a couple of months, he could propose to her, he thought, his mind racing. They could date, get to know each other again, and then -- "Tom?" Tom started from his reverie, his cock twitching at the mere sound of her voice. "Yes, Elaine?" he responded, though it almost sounded like a growl as he tried unsuccessfully to fight his arousal. "Would you come in here, please?" Tom gripped the edge of the sink for a couple more seconds, concentrating on the dull, uninspiring steel bowl before dabbing his wet face with a towel and wandering down the hall. The apartment was small -- there was only a broom closet and a tiny bathroom in that hallway -- and at the end there was a bedroom. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything there, except a couple of candles. When he stepped inside, blinking several times to try to adjust to the darkness, he saw a circle of large white candles burning on a dresser. "Elaine?" he said. Elaine turned, and he noticed with a start that she had changed into a black negligee and dark makeup. A shoe fetishist, he glanced down and grew hard yet again as he saw white, glittery stilettos twinkling in the darkness. "Happy Valentine's Day, Tom" she said in a low voice. When he looked back up to her face, he saw the long, pink scarf that she held delicately between her thumb and index finger of each hand. She lifted it out in front of her face and snapped it taut. A laugh of surprise and slight nervousness escaped Tom's throat. He swallowed and said playfully, "Elaine, what are you doing?" "Get on the bed," she said, ignoring him. "Elaine?" "I mean it," she said, moving towards him. She let go of the pink scarf with her right hand so it fell, dangling from her left. She placed her right hand on his chest and pushed him back so his knees buckled against the side of the bed. "You've been very cruel to me, Tom. Now I'll accept your apology, if you'll accept my punishment. Now get on the bed!" Her voice, which had been quiet and low for the beginning of her speech, suddenly rose and became harsh and forceful. Tom was so shocked he may have fallen if he hadn't abruptly obeyed her. "Y-yes, okay..." he stopped, cleared his throat, and tried again. "Yes, ma'am." He wasn't a fool -- he could play along. He just needed to change his mindset...albeit drastically! Elaine walked away, swishing her hips so he stared at her ass in the short black lingerie. She bent over to get something from a drawer, her bare crotch illuminated by yellow candlelight. Tom gurgled with arousal, and Elaine spun to face him. "You spoke?" she asked him. "You spoke without my permission?" Elaine darted towards him and, in a sudden flash made even more frightening by the dim light, slapped him hard across the face. Tom cried out and grabbed his cheek. He flinched when he felt Elaine's long nails dig into his clavicle, her mouth pressed into his ear as she whispered to him. "Now I won't hurt you, if you just obey the rules. You will speak when spoken to. You will move when I tell you to move. You will come on my command, and only on my command. If you disobey, you will pay." Shock, fear, and desperate need coursed through him. The Elaine Tom had grown up with was standing before him, but she had changed. Goddamn she'd changed...she was quite definitely the hottest creature on two legs! And of course the way she was using him could almost make him feel guilty because of what Alice had accused him of -- disrespecting women -- but for two things. First, he'd already professed his love to her. Second, she was undoubtedly LOVING what she was doing to him. "Nod if you understand." Elaine's stern voice, hot on his neck, jolted Tom once again into the present. He moaned with pleasure and nodded. "Good." Elaine held up the scarf she'd had before, along with another pink scarf and two red ones. She instructed him to stretch out so she could tie him to the bedposts by the wrists and ankles. She straddled him as he obeyed, closing his eyes and forcing himself to count to ten backwards so he wouldn't come at the very sight and feel of her. He inhaled her musk, and he knew instinctively that she was already dripping wet. When she'd tied him securely with the silk, she stood over him, placing one stiletto very gently on his chest. "Alright, Tom," she said coldly. "I'm going to fuck you. But first, you're going to make me come. I've waited years for you. I've masturbated for you. Now you're going to make up for it, so you're going to give me everything you've got. Understand?" My Angel, My Valentine Tom's heart pounded like a jackrabbit and his cock throbbed painfully against his black trousers. He nodded and croaked, "Yes, ma'am." Elaine smiled and, using just the tips of her fingers, oh-so-slowly raised her negligee to reveal her pussy. Tom groaned as she slipped her fingers into the blonde hair of her vee, spreading the lips apart so he could see how wet she was. His tongue involuntarily snaked out of his mouth, reaching, like he wanted it so bad he couldn't wait. "Ah-ah, no begging," Elaine warned, digging the heel of her stiletto into his flesh for emphasis. Tom jerked in pain, and she ripped at the buttons of his white shirt with her pointed heel so his chest was bare. She lowered herself so she crouched just over his chest, pussy hovering above the red spot the heel had marked on his chest. "Poor baby," she said softly, before mashing her pussy against Tom's aching body. Both of them cried out at the sensation of her warm, soaked pussy lips rubbing the tender, burning skin of his chest. "That must have hurt," Elaine said when she'd recovered, pulling herself up again. "Shall I take the shoes off?" "No!" Tom growled urgently. "Leave them, leave them." Elaine laughed throatily, then leaned down and licked his chest where her pussy had been, savoring the taste of her own sex. Then she crawled up and kissed his mouth hungrily. She shifted forward so her pussy was over his mouth, and she teased him there for a minute before obligingly lowering her body. Tom touched her slit with his tongue first, ever so gently licking around and around her pink hole. Her pussy was so beautiful, so delicious, he thought. He then licked up and around the insides of her swollen lips. He felt Elaine desperately moving her hips as he carefully avoided her clitoris, struggling to grind it against him. Almost laughing, he plunged forward and sucked the red bud right into his mouth. Startled, Elaine yelled and grabbed headboard for support, falling down into his mouth. He licked her whole pussy in flat, hard strokes, dragging his tongue purposefully against her clit. His mouth made sucking, slurping noises against her sex. Elaine cried out: "Ah, ah, ah..." Tom knew she was close, so he attacked her slit with a vengeance, making fast thrusting motions inside her. Elaine screamed and rocked on him, her pussy spasming tightly in her first climax of the night, He felt the small circle of muscle at her opening clench at him and he gulped at her nectar, imagining what that would feel like around his cock. A shiver of anticipation moved through him, and Elaine reluctantly pulled away. "That's enough of that," she said, trembling. "G-good boy." Tom smiled with satisfaction, licking his lips. Elaine climbed off the bed, then proceeded to tear off his clothes -- literally. Because he was tied to the bed, he couldn't well get off to remove his clothes normally, so she vehemently ripped at his sexy black jacket and white shirt, and his trousers. "Easy, easy!" he said with a moan as she tore at the zipper. His rock-hard member stood at attention before her, and he saw Elaine's eyes widen at its length and beauty. She moved slowly towards it, and his eyes automatically closed, but she changed her mind and stepped back. "Later," she muttered to herself. Then, she grabbed something silver and shiny off the dresser -- a jagged pair of scissors, he saw. She started at the ankles of his trousers, cutting all the way up his leg. He sighed with pleasure at the sharp, cool blades jabbing his hot, aching flesh on his inner thighs. "This suit wasn't a rental, was it?" she asked thoughtfully, still cutting. Tom shook his head, hissing through his teeth as the scissors moved nearer and nearer his sex. "Lucky for you," Elaine snickered, finishing and ripping the rest of his clothes away. She lay down on the bed beside him and ran her hand up his naked body, touching his stomach, his nipples, his neck. She kissed him softly. "Oh baby," she sighed against his armpit, reaching up and stroking his arms, his face, his golden hair. "I've wanted to see you like this for so long..." Tom swallowed at a lump in his throat. Then, she fell back into character as she wielded the scissors in front of his face. She opened them, pressing the side of one blade against his chest and drew a thin line down his body gently. "I'm going to hurt you now, darling," she said with a sigh of mock regret. Tom just nodded, fighting hard not to smile. When the scissors stopped at his lower waist, his cock began to leak precum. She just barely kissed the tip, then licked her lips. Tom bit his tongue to keep silent. Elaine took a black scarf similar to the others and held it up for him to see; he knew it would be a blind-fold. She tied it over his face, then he heard her suck in her breath at the sight of him lying blind and helpless, completely at her disposal. The first thing she did was pour hot wax on his stomach, tipping a lit white candle over his stomach with an almost gleeful, childlike satisfaction as he howled with pain. She let the wax dry, then peeled it off and blew carefully on his red skin. Then Elaine took a switch with a leather strip at the end out of her closet that she'd bought from a fetish store in town. She'd been horribly nervous getting it, and now that she had it, she was afraid she wouldn't have the nerve to really use it. Could she hurt the man she loved, to give them both pleasure? She felt wetness drip down her legs and saw his cock twitch slightly with anticipation, and her heart fluttered with excitement. Without warning, she brought the switch down on his midriff. Tom had told himself from the beginning to expect this, but the shock of being hit -- by Elaine, of all people -- was incredible. He cried out and his whole body shook. She hit him again, and again, mercilessly. He lost count of the lashes, completely in pain and completely aroused. "Shouldn't you -- ow! Jesus! -- be doing this to my backside?" "Shut up." Elaine hit him again. "I have a chest fetish." Whack. Whack. Whack. After what seemed an eternity, Tom could feel the welts rising on his flesh. It burned, but for some reason, his member was tall, hot and oozing, his balls thick and full. He had never been able to maintain a hard-on so long during foreplay. He didn't want to beg, but his hips began thrusting slightly, letting her know he couldn't wait much longer. Elaine tossed the switch aside. She got the hint, and she was more than ready, but there was one final thing she wanted to do to him. One more punishment -- and she felt she was entitled to inflict it. "Steady on, bad boy," she murmured. She leapt on the bed and began sucking his balls deeply, stroking them heavily with her tongue while raking her long nails wildly along his thighs and lower waist. Tom gasped for breath, taken aback by his "mistress's" reckless ravishment of his lower regions. She then moved her mouth away from his balls, but instead of taking his cock in her mouth, she bit his lower ass. Hard. "S-stop, Elaine, please." "What?" She bit him again, then licked him. "OW -- oh, God, p-please..." "Please what?" Elaine had moved. She was standing over him again -- he felt her legs balancing carefully on either side of him. The sides of her tough stiletto shoes pressed into his rib cage. "Let me fuck you," he whispered. "Untie me...I want to hold you." All Elaine's nerve endings tingled as she began to cut the scarves with the scissors. She was shaking so badly at the anticipation of Tom entering her -- untying him wasn't part of the plan, but she just couldn't play the mistress anymore. She'd thought she could, but she wanted him to take her. She needed him. The minute he was free, he violently ripped the blindfold away from his face and grabbed her. He wasn't going to be gentle anymore -- not after her long torture. In one swift movement, he'd flipped her around and slammed her into the mattress. "Oh, Elaine," he sighed, staring into her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes!" Elaine hummed, spreading her legs apart. He entered her, his long thick cock slowly burying itself to the hilt. They both cried out at the sensation, Elaine digging her head into his chest and moaning with pain. "Are you okay?" Tom asked her. Elaine nodded softly, and he began to slowly pull out of her. When just the head was in her, he began to thrust. Slow, deep thrusts, creating a rhythm until she was comfortable enough to move with him. Elaine came again, gasping and bucking, slamming into him. Tom gritted his teeth and thrust harder, moving and moving until he was hitting into her as fast as he could. "I love you! Come with me!" Elaine screamed. His hands were moving over her, touching her breasts, her legs, reaching beneath her to cradle her lower back while he rode her. "I love you too," Tom assured her between his grunts. His face contorted and Elaine kissed his jaw as he exploded inside of her, her hot vagina still quivering and clenching him. He lay on top of her, taking her face in his hands. They were both gasping for breath and kissing one another urgently, unable to let the other go... ~~~ That evening, Tom and Elaine were lying feeding each other chocolates from the box he'd brought her and drinking champagne. "Thank you, Tom. Thank you for coming back to me," Elaine said to him. He took her hand, feeling a jab of regret and sorrow in his heart for the millionth time. Even if she could forgive him, how could he forgive himself for leaving her even for a second? They both were only too aware of how short life was, and how abruptly the gift could be taken from them. He remembered how his parents were killed, and how she had nightmares about her mother. Suddenly remembering something, Tom turned her to face him. "Elaine, there's something I want to ask you. Something that's...bothering me." "Yes?" She looked so implicitly trusting that he relaxed a little. "You're...you were, a virgin, just now?" "You mean before today?" Elaine smiled a little, an almost secret, devious smile. "Of course, Tom. I've been saving myself for you." Tom smiled too, but he added, "It isn't...I wouldn't have cared if you hadn't waited. It's just, I remember how important it was to you to wait until marriage. Are you sorry?" "Are you crazy?" Elaine replied. "Tom, I knew I was going to marry you anyway. Besides..." She stood up and took a dominating stance above him, lifting one leg and putting her foot (still in the stiletto) next to him. "Let's just say I've been dreaming about it for too long. I got tired of practicing alone." They laughed and Tom kissed her foot, running his hands up her calf. "You certainly don't need any more practice, as far as I'm concerned," he mumbled. "You were...amazing." "I want to practice, though," she said, her voice serious. "I want to practice right here, right now. With you." "Happy Valentine's Day, my angel," Tom said, embracing her readily. ~~~ Alice spent her Valentine's Day alone, quite unexpectedly, but happily nonetheless. Of course she was heart-broken over losing Tom, but she knew she'd done the right thing. She fingered herself to climax, crying out Tom's name. Later, she knew she'd use magic to find her soul mate. Who knows? Maybe fate would look kindly upon her. Maybe fate would bring her her destiny, who was also wandering lonely and searching for his other half, in time to celebrate Valentine's Night? Oh, what a night... ~~~ Elaine always knew that Tom was meant to be with her. She knew it from the first day she saw him, looking like a classic nineteenth century etching of Cupid, only with a sexy body and instead of holding an erect arrow, he would have an erect...well, you know. The End.