5 comments/ 6985 views/ 2 favorites Natalie-Alone Ch. 01 By: Poisonlove To my editor SummerSphinx, Thank you for the the time spent listening to this your humble, crazy writer! Free souls need to be released and I'm rooting for yours! There will not be sex in this part of the story so, if you are looking just into that....sorry but to satisfy a body, got to start with the soul. The story you are about to read took a lot of work so, love it or hate it just comment. Just remember that there are ways in which you should not. When you are using your finger against someone, you are blaming at yourself with three fingers. ENJOY! Natalie-Alone Ch. 02 Once again, thanks to my great editor, SummerSphinx. This part of the story it's being viewed, mostly under Mr. Raphael Vega's eyes, remember that. Oh, um, there is no sex here.... Remember, not everything is the way you see it! ENJOY!!! ====================================== ...but before leaving, Mr. Vega, would you like something to drink? A coffee, chocolate, anything?"... ALONE - CHAPTER 2 FIGHTING YOUR FEELINGS.... When Natalie greeted me, David was scared; you could see it in his eyes, he was stiff and it was easy to catch the sound of teeth grinding coming from him while thinking what I might say; he tapped my leg and when I looked his way, he gave me a fiery look advising me to watch out. But I had too much in my mind and just laughed it off. The way she addressed to me, with such familiarity and sweetness for the many telephone conversations we had through the week (because of all the documents I needed prior to the meeting), I saw a spark in her eyes and body language while she was telling her version of the story, something called to my soul. Smiling to her, I said: "Finally I can put a face to the beautiful voice I have been listening to for the past few days". Certainly she is beautiful, her sweet voice that changes depending on her mood made me notice HER, from all the persons I talk to daily, just HER: one afternoon her voice had changed in such a rough way that from then on, whenever she answered, I asked "who's this?" and she kept saying "not again... are you doing it on purpose?" always concluding with a laugh, and so did I. She has me walking on the hills already and I have not felt like that for a while because I built walls around my heart, not allowing anyone in to protect myself from the hurt I had felt so long ago. I had never imagined loneliness could hurt just as bad. It's been three years already... but I'm scared, hurt, I'm still suffering for what I did to her, Amelia... My family and friends are always inviting me out, and showing the female diversity with the reminder that I need some company. Notwithstanding, for the first time in three years I am feeling woozy to call her, just to listen to her... I'm not expecting or wanting anything but to know her, she caught my attention and I want to know why? Why now? Why her? But that's not possible, I just can't: not after Mikey and Amelia. ================================= MIKEY AND AMELIA It occurred three years ago, how can I forget it? It was on a Saturday; June 14 at 10:00 a.m. when I got the call... I was fighting with Amelia, my high school sweetie and wife since we graduated from WWU (Western Washington University). It's incredible how hard it had been for us to be happy after such a long time; our marriage was practically sinking, I was working too hard to raise dad's business in this state and she was working too much with her paintings, interior décor and our son: our four year old baby, Michael Raphael, we used to call him Mikey (because of Mikey Way from the group My Chemical Romance.... It was their songs, she always said, that helped her get in touch with her soul while painting). But that terrible day... we had a fight because she wanted to see a house and was expecting to stay there "creating"; I couldn't stay with Mikey because I had a meeting and our parents and siblings were out of town. I had told her a thousand times to meet our neighbors and get a nanny to leave Mikey with; but no, our son should always be with us! And now she was the one asking to keep him away from her? I refrain for that fight over and over; I should have taken Mikey with me... maybe, just maybe they would still be alive... ========================= I was out of this world, so once again Natalie inquired: "Mr. Vega would you like something to drink? A coffee, hot chocolate, anything?..." I looked into her eyes: small, almond shaped, dark brown with such a deepness that you meet her feelings and mind; her lips: thin, inviting you to discover how they will look after a long lasting kiss; her puffy cheeks (a Latin trademark) it just attracts you to notice the whole face, these cheeks make you smile when the person is smiling or scare you when they are mad. I know faces like that but none of those persons seems as sweet as she does. She is special; she's got this energy all around her, so bright, God, she's light ... Getting down from the cloud this beauty took me into and showing most of my charm with each word, I said: "how about you let me take care of your clothing since I was the stupid man who spilled the hot chocolate all over you?" Nat: When Mr. Vega said: "how about you let me take care of your clothing since I was the stupid man who spilled the hot chocolate all over you?", I know my face turned from tanned to ghostly white as blood left my face while in my mind, a voice shouted: Oh God he is the man? No way and I just insulted him, in his face, my boss' friend, my angel, I'm so damned!! MY BIG FUCKING MOUTH! I left the meeting room: legs and mind disconnected. Mr. Williamson called and I turned to see him calmly walking towards me while saying: "don't worry, he informed me of the incident prior to the meeting; if you don't want him to pay for the cleaning services, come to me with the bill, I will pay for it," and with a smile he turned into the meeting room. I was feeling so bad, on my way home I was mindless; tripped by several persons, amongst them, my upper floor neighbor, Dr. Shuber; a good sight for sore eyes I thought. ________________________ Raphael: I was restless, the meeting went off in a snap while thinking on her, on how she might have felt; my day went from bad to terrible, meeting after meeting, paper after paper (that's my daily work as the President and co-owner of a very important communication company both for the government and general public). I needed to burn the emotions flowing so decided to fit up the body I had left aside for a few weeks while business traveling and family meetings. Being intimidatingly serious, having strong arms, big chest, and reaching 6.0' tall, my body was starting to show off the lack of exercise and excess of wrong food (too many restaurants to offer their delights and my carefree for whatever I eat but rather how everything looks is wrong food). Notwithstanding my features; deep inside I'm as sweet as cotton candy, a real softy who craves for some love, but I get that from my family and soul brother, Michael. Growing up and studying together, being both families tied because of our friendship and some businesses, we are inseparable, nothing tears us apart; not even that time when he and Amelia cheated on me... Once at my well-known gym I greeted some people, changed up, chatted with the trainers and finally began exercising. Then, right when I was walking out of the weight benches, saw her. No way, I thought nearing the lady at the running machine who was definitely enjoying the music coming out of her earplugs, eyes closed. The sight of an Angel, I thought. She looks beautiful, with her black knee pants, Grey T-Shirt with big red words stating SWEET. Yes it is her and her hand is bandaged? In a casual manner I said: "so, that bad? You went to the doctor?" no answer, sure with her eyes closed she is not able to see if someone is near and she is not aware of me; a devilish grin in my face as my hands increase the machine inclination makes her open her eyes while saying out loud "Sandra!..." Nat Sandra (my roommate) always increases the machine's inclination level when she wants some attention and as I open my eyes find that it is not her: it's him, AGAIN!! He's still showing his wicked grin and laughs at my disturbed face, he is not my favorite person today yet he asked: "that bad? You went to the doctor?" I checked my bandaged hand and said: "yes, I did see a doctor" and fixed the machine's inclination while looking at those gorgeous amber eyes that were smiling at me. Raphael I couldn't wait for her to speak again and I need to know how bad the burn is so I test: "show me, please". Nat said: "if you have not noticed, I'm exercising so just tell whatever you want and let me finish my routine". Her answer wasn't the best one, she is mad at me just like some dogs to cats. Sure it was my fault. I sigh. I'll just walk for a while. Moved to the walking machine beside hers, turned on my IPod, and started the machine while enjoying some music and de-stressing. About five minutes and two songs later, I was asking myself if she is or not Latin? Where does she come from? What languages does she speak? (To work for David she must be, at least, be bilingual) Her body shows Latins features but where is she from? I start looking over my playlist and find a Latin singer; a smirk in my face and eyeing her decided to test this theory Nat I was rude with him when he asked to see my burn; I was not mad at him, although it sounded like that. After all, my boss still wants me at work, HELL there's no one to cover his secretary's maternity leave and it was not easy to find someone with the requirements they ask: BA preferred (check with MBA), over 7 years' experience (check with 10), bilingual (check with three languages) and secretarial skills amongst others (check for all). I came out of my daze to find Raphael looking at me, no longer smiling although not mad, just kind of sad or is he worried? He turned on the machine beside me, put on his IPod plugs and enjoyed the music while taking a walk. Breathe Natalie breathe and forget, that's all you can do now. A few minutes later, as I was finally letting out all the fury, he started to sing! Is he crazy? And he is singing one of my many favorites: ♪"...es mejor vivir un día contigo, que vivir un año sin tu abrigo, y es por eso que hoy te pido: que me des tu cariño para yo quedarme..."♪; No way, Juan Luis Guerra? How does he know his songs? I had to stop my machine and looking at him said: "do you really know what you are singing? or ... He cut me off by saying: "I knew your accent was Latin but where are you from?" Staring at him I'm thinking: he's got to be a crazy, stalker person... "You don't answer a question with another" I said and expected for his answer. He smiled and nodded while saying: "I do understand Spanish" But I was not to imagine how beautifully my native language would sound on his mouth until he said: "Mi familia de parte de padre es de Puerto Rico" (TRANSLATION: my dad's family is from Puerto Rico) ¿De donde eres? (TRANSLATION: where are you from?) ...still believing he is a psycho I just said: "I'm Latin and that's the most you will know". So many thoughts flowing on my mind, I felt a cold fear coming up my spine and nervousness for today's strange situation with THIS man, so, once again I run away from him and headed home. A FEW DAYS LATER Raphael: It's been almost two weeks since we met, strangely I'm missing her; when I call David's office she immediately transfers the call with a polite "please hold". There are no more laughs, no more mood changes, always serious, it's like she hates me. David keeps saying, "she's ok, we're just busy with the presentation". I asked him about her clothing and he said she refused credit for the expenses. I've been sending her flowers, don't know her favorite color yet but I learned she loves roses. My delivery boy hand delivered and waited for her response. "I love roses" she exclaimed as she saw the 15, different colored bouquets. At least I've been able to learn something. What I don't understand is WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING OF HER? I thought it was pity or sadness for her burns but no, she is different, fire, fury and somehow I know she's got something; for me? ______ Nat I've been receiving these flowers for almost two weeks now, every day one color, except that when it all began, there were 15, today it's 2. Every day the same note: "____ days to see you again, RV". The first time I got these flowers I was so happy, did not know who send it but then read the card: "15 days to see you again, FORGIVE ME, Raphael Vega". It is emotional to receive such a gift yet I'm scared, why send it? Why should I forgive him? He is strange, such strong features; why would he care for me? Last time someone acted like that, my heart was smashed into little pieces and burned to ashes. Although the flowers are beautiful and I've tried to return them without the Flower Shop's or Mr. Williamson's approval, I'm getting anxious just to imagine what will occur when THE day arrives. Mr. Williamson knows what his friend is doing and on the third day I received the flowers, he asked me into his office and said: "I need you to know that Raphael has suffered too much for the past three years and it is incredibly good that he is looking upon you. If you don't like him at all better turn him down now, if there is some light in your heart, for his, get to know him"... I've been following his instructions by declining to talk to Raphael, after all what might a rich Adonis like him want with me and why? I'd rather live my life and reach my dream than ending up with pieces of a heart that I've been fixing for so long... and once again end up, ALONE. Natalie-Alone Ch. 03 I'm giving you the break to enjoy meeting all the characters on a personal basis...though; no sex in this either, this time I'm going straight for the heart! But next chapter?! Remember to vote, enjoy your reading and very important, this is a copyrighted work which means enjoy but don't copy! Once again, thank you SummerSphinx! Natalie-Alone Ch. 04 Sorry but seems like I'm having some program problems...let's see if I can fix it. Meanwhile, here is Chapter 4 ENJOY!!! NATALIE-ALONE-CHAPTER 4 THE DAY As Nat was introduced to the Bank's main shareholders the greetings were given. At least she had met some of them if not by phone, through their assistants, or emails. "Buon Giorno signore Liguori" was the greeting offered by Nat to one of the main investors. "Buen Día señor Ruiz", was the greeting offered to another. Then, Raphael said: "non solo bella ma inteligente" (TRANSLATION: not only beautiful but intelligent). Mr.Liguori and Mr. Ruiz showed their agreement by laughing and nodding. The rest looked at him as if expecting to know the joke while Natalie blushed and David was smiling, because of the Raphael's interest on Nat. The meeting was about to begin, Natalie and David were ready, she was embarrassed but this time she had to wear her poker face and show the work performed by Mr. Williamson's and her. Due to the importance of the information (control, risks, strategies), procedures and statistics and being this a meeting amongst the directive, it was explained in three different languages (Nat being the interpreter). Thanks to her BIG HELP, her boss received the position of Manager for the Financial Department! YAY. Long hours were spent getting the project ready and acknowledging all the information but they accomplished it with five stars and a very proud face on every person at the meeting room. Especially Raphael, who seemed like he wanted to jump on her! /////// Thank God Raphael behaved during the rest of the meeting and by the time it was over, Nat was at the Gym. She received a text from "pretty eyes" but failed to call since she was too tired. Later that night: a nice hot tub, with aromatic fruity oils, candles and half a bottle of wine accomplished a celebration for a well-done job; a "juicy" check and a thank you card from Mr. David Williamson made it the best. "Oh yes, well done" she said while enjoying a Paolo Saracco (Moscato wine). Michael and Raphael called to invite the ladies out but Nat was not in the mood, she just wanted to enjoy her hot tub and get into bed. Notwithstanding, Mike and Sandra spent one of their best nights, once again concluding at Sandra's apartment making out at the kitchen, living room and her room. All the noise awoke Nat not only from one of the most romantic dreams but also from the most sensual part! "Why? Why they had to wake me now!!!" Said Nat while turning and tossing for the 20th time. DON'T TEASE DEVIL OR... Since she was well awake and Morpheus was running away from her, out of her building, she needed help; release from the sensitivity on her insides thanks to the unconcluded dream. Her body was longing for the hands she enjoyed the previous night while dancing and thereon the same hands that held hers while enjoying the kiss...the same hands that on her dream were exploring and enjoying the pleasure brought to her body. She was craving for HIM. Making up her mind she took the phone and dialed the last number that had called her that night. "Ring, ring, ring" A sleepy "hello" answered "Hi beautiful" she said "Doubt I can be seen as beautiful at this time, who's this?" while looking at the caller id. My, my, calling at this time and sounds happy? he thought "How many calls you receive at this time?" she asked while a chuckle sounded on the other side of the line. "You're right gorgeous, at this time not everybody dares to call except you!" "haha so you know who this is?" stop this childish! Her mind shot...but he makes me feel so... A tired, though happy "yep" came out while looking at the ceiling with a hand under his head pillow... "You are the one I've been looking forward to talk about a three languages presentation!? I'm still surprised about that, you are a gift box; never know what's there!" "Thanks, though I must say the same, how many languages do you know?" while laying sideways with a pillow between her legs and another between her head and hands...sugar lips "Just three and you know them all" a short laugh coming from him. God I want him now; thought Nat "May I know what inspired you to call, and at this hour? Something very dirty maybe?" Say yes and I'll do everything you ask, he thought while playing with the few hairs that draw a line down to his underwear. Wish I could be with you right now... Nat interrupted his thoughts "Yeah, as a matter of fact it is something very dirty...Your dear friend, Michael, is making out with Sandra through-out the whole apartment and because of the sound of things not only making out but ....well you get it, don't you?" while softly caressing her body, making circles all around her legs, hips belly and raising towards her neck and lips. A soft moan trying to escape her lips. Nat hold on, don't let him know what you are doing... A loud laugh from Raphael while getting the idea "So you can't sleep without thinking about you being the one making all that noise?" his body showing the ideas picturing in his mind "Yeah, I mean, I can't sleep thanks to them" and your lips and your hands and your lower body making himself notice while dancing yesterday...a moan escaped her lips "I get it...and how can I help?" JUST SAY IT! I can hear you!! "Ah, well, just hang on with me while the kids conclude their games? How about talking? Weren't you gonna ask me something?" would you like to join me? 'cause my body is trembling with a simple reminder of your face... "Well yeah but at 3 in the morning I don't even know my name" and you are making my body hard of desire...something I barely remembered a few months ago... "You're right, I'm sorry. I think I just wanted to listen to you..." Oh, please don't hang up now, they're moaning so loud and my undies are so damp...I want you!! While pressing her legs to prevent touching her dampness. "Then why didn't you go out with me?" he said while picking up his drawing pad and sketching the female figure in his mind "Well, I was enjoying half a bottle of wine, some soft music, a hot tub with aromatic oils and...well. I really needed that time for myself" to dream about yesterday: your hands on me while dancing and your touches to get my attention every second! Umm I see. And what did you do later? Raphael you gotta hold it, don't let her know she's driving you crazy, that just listening to her is breaking your barriers. Later in the tub? Or later....later? hello! what you just said? Her mind shouted Are we into that? Well how about later in the tub? Where you caressing yourself like now? No, no it's that your later was open for various answers... they both chuckled to that statement Sure, sure I get it. He said while smiling to the idea of some phone sex; Can I manage that? or ... Raphael stood from his bed with a hard on pushing his boxers into a painful tent; being years since the last time he held a woman that burned his body with desire and this woman was making him feel like a forest fire. Just for him to remember the way her body melted into his and the electricity that ran between their lips...he needed a helping hand SOON... "...and your answer?" while walking to the double window that showed the parks and trees nearby and sitting at an Ottoman that cozied that area; bringing you into a position where you feel like a star at the lowest area of heaven looking into the city, almost reaching it. Huh, Sorry? I'm not going to tell that I was thinking about you: lips, hands, chest, the way I enjoyed your body last night and the many things I imagined your tongue could do to my body; hands caressing everywhere. The desire coming out of her while her breathing was turning stronger... Your answer? Are you dreaming about my body over yours, my hands caressing your body, enjoying the trip up and down? His hands rubbing his groin while images crossed his mind like a highway at 6:00 a.m. "Umm..." My most intimates crave for your touch while my nipples are already enjoying the images my creativity is sending; his body, mine!!! A moan was heard on the line and Raphael took a deep breath, Oh, no I can't hear that, I want her now! "You better talk to me unless you want me in your room within five minutes!" He promised. Silence answered his promise.... "you've got three seconds, two, one..." A rumbling and other sounds were coming from the other line but she couldn't talk, she was reaching the moment when ecstasy takes you into a blind space in your mind, that space where nothing can take you away from the final release; she was stroking herself so hard that the phone was on her side and her own pleasure sounds had her deaf to anything else. Her fingers were moving ravenously on her clit and insides while her hand was pinching and teasing her nipples...She was just there, a few seconds more...ooooohh A few minutes later, coming out of the cloudiness where her orgasm took her she remembered Raphael was on the line and she reached for the phone. There was no one. Ten minutes later she was opening the main gate for him to get into her building. Three more minutes and they were making out at the door frame of her apartment. He was teasing her with his hands; enjoying the trip her body was allowing him into; traveling from her neck to the valley where passion begins and ends, enjoying the trip over again but this time with his mouth. Once on her valley he looked into her pleading eyes. Deep breaths coming from both of them... "I shouldn't have come, forgive me." He said and turned to the elevator. "No! don't go, I...come in, I don't want to talk about this on the hallway!" He got into the apartment and once the door was closed she kissed him again, a soft kiss just to reassure she cares for him. "It's my fault, I let myself go with images...as a matter of fact it's Sandra and Michael's fault, they made me fantasize thus insinuating to you? Don't get mad, it's late so since you came already just stay!" So that I can tempt you... "It's too tempting right now that we are both..." looking at his pants She laughed "Sorry...you made me look there! Ok, mmm we have a visitor's room you can stay if you want to? After all I don't need any release like someone I seem to know." A devilish smile on her face. "Sure you don't! I heard it all... I'll take the offer." ======== Natalie took him into the visitor's room and got it ready while he went for a cold shower. "You sure you're ok by staying here?" "Better here than...well, it's safer here" for me, he thought "I don't get it, safer?" Sighing he said: "There are many things you don't know about me...good night" a smooch and she was taken out of the room with her mouth open but no words coming out. Why don't you come into my room? So near and far at the same time...Nat thought while lying in her bed. I want you so much Nat, so near but... Amelia? Why have I not thought about you until now? SATURDAY NAT The guys went out by midday; a strong breakfast for them while Sandra and I drank our shakes and thereafter we went running a few blocks down our street and back. Just a warm up for the kids we are going to look after at the park. We've been helping an orphans home where 15 nuns take care of 75 kids! Government left them aside because money is not enough and orphans are not at the "most important" money assignment list. ======== We spent a great time, with the kids, they've being calling us aunts, whenever we visit we teach them as much as we can, play with them as long as time leave us and help in as many possible ways we are allowed. But now it's time to enjoy some adult time... The girls wanted to celebrate not only my project but the news that Caroline is pregnant. We spend a few hours at The Cave (an underground restaurant with all the appeals as being inside a cave looking onto the outside world: a small "river" crossing through some areas at the floor: covered with acrylic and casually illuminated, colored stairs; waterfalls at one of the sides with flowers, trees and some roots from the trees and fauna around it; the tables and chairs made out of stone, illuminated with candles and let's not talk about the animals). We were spending a great time when we decided to head home, or so I believed. As always "light foot Sandra", as the girls called her, wanted to keep partying so by the time we left she had texted and invited Michael and Raphael to join us. The guys were waiting for us right in front of The Cave when we emerged from the restaurant. It was funny to see Raphael with a pink, long sleeve dress shirt and white pants. He looks adorable, dressed just like a Barbie boy doll, I thought. The girls and Michael laughed while Raphael looked at me with a you will see the doll promise so I looked over the girls and said: "what did I say?" Cris said that my thought was not only mine but everybody heard it. I blushed as everybody waved, hugged and kissed good byes and we were heading to Raphael's Charcoal Dartz Prombrom Monaco Red Edition; Oh my, as impressive and scary as the owner I thought and we headed to a new pub located at the richest part of the city (where money, opens all the doors...and legs). ---------------- Around 3 a.m. We were taken out of a disco followed by some reporters, cameras, paramedics and firefighters while smoke was coming out of one of the building sides. A few reporters noticed Raphael (who was recently called "the sexiest, under 40s single multimillionaire at a magazine"), THAT I just learned from the reporters and looked at him with big questioning eyes; without answering the reporters nor my eyes, he held my hand, nodded at Michael who also held Sandra's hands and we glided straight to Raphael's car but not without some questions thrown toward us. Some paparazzo on bikes followed until we reached the guys' apartment (they've been housemates for over three years now). Raphael refrained to take us home since there are no security guards on our building during the weekend. "What for? we don't need security? We live at the medium class (moneyless economical scale on our society) normal side of the city", I said. Or so I thought until I saw their building. ...Once at the apartment... NAT "Sorry girls but you are to stay here until tomorrow" Michael said. The apartment is half the size of the building; The penthouse floor only holds two apartments with its own elevator and security keys! "Awww Michael and Sandra are sooo sad about that..." a smile and a wink in my way from Raphael. We all laughed and moved to the living room. Looking the place over, seems like the guys are either painting or destroying the place. Sandra's excitement to be at Michael's for the first time made her comment: "are you trying to rebuild the place on your own? Mike is an Engineer so why not, I thought Their answer was: "There's no time, but we are painting...and some day it will be ready". "So, to entertain ourselves during the grounding period, I suggest some girl assistance, if there is something we can change into...." Michael's quick reply was: "why not work in underwear?" which brought a few eye stabs his way, so laughing he took us, to a room and after opening the door said: "you can find a few bags with women clothes, if something fits wear it." Raphael agreed although his ghostly face said the opposite. -------- Who are these woman's clothes from? And why Raphael seemed so "freaked"? I just decided not to question and asked Sandra to do so too. Some bags have expensive dresses, shorts and skirts while others the "at home" type of clothing. I wore some shorts and a T-Shirt that made my C cup breast look more like a D while Sandra found a T-shirt long enough to wear, nothing else, since everything is "too big" for her; It's sexy Sandra so I know that she is also gonna tempt Michael as much as she can. The long story short, we painted two walls and the guys joined us painting a long (apartment wide) wall and thereafter sipped wine, ate cheese and crackers while chatting and watching TV. AS THE SUN AROSE, I WAS PUSHED INTO HIS BED It was after five in the morning; the sun was ascending while Raphael and I were enjoying the city view from his penthouse balcony; hugged under a blanket heating each other... we kissed, our lips parted inviting our tongues to join a game which gratefully they did, it was so intense, soft and sweet first, but the heat emanating from the blanket burned our bodies and let that fire come out through our mouths, and we share it, we were savoring each other's breaths, each other desires, needs...we split only to get some air and try to come back into our senses. By then, the sunshine was heating up the cold evening with a morning kiss and we went inside the apartment; "We better get some sleep...but you should know that there are no rooms ready for visitors nor am I gonna let you sleep on the sofa, so you're to sleep in my room" he said expectantly. What? Our bodies are shouting for intimacy and we are definitely thinking about sex...but why does he have to force me to sleep with him? Yesterday he wanted to make it safer and today? what's the difference? I'm not falling for that! "I'm sorry but I'm not gonna run into your bed not even if we're drunk 'till knock out" I replied. The truth: I am tipsy and he either is drunk or has a good alcohol control. He said over and over that it is just to sleep and he will not get near me on any way. I threaten to wake Sandra; asked for a taxi but he declined, indicating that we are about to pass out and he will not let me get into a taxi with someone that might end up getting me harmed. It is true so I have to agree. Just like on Thursday, when I was "forced" to dance with him in exchange for free drinks; today I'm being "forced" to sleep beside this Adonis, "forced" to get near his body, his face, lips, chest...Before anything further was said, I was practically pushed into Raphael's room with a 100th time promise that we were just going to sleep. And so we did, or at least once my head got at the pillow...I did, 'cause I passed out!   ...SUNDAY MORNING... RAPHAEL'S MEMORIES They wore my dead wife's clothes while helping paint the apartment, it was a funny time; Michael painted himself instead of the wall. The ladies were wonderful and sexy Sandra showed as much as she could by exaggerating movements or jumping to reach "hard to get" places. Michael kept "helping" her while Nat and I rather ignored their chuckles and sexual comments. I suppose it was the alcohol but I could still smell her in the clothes Nat wore, Amelia, my beloved wife...there is no time of the day that I refrain for the many things told while I was mad at you on that day... ---- After painting, we enjoyed some time getting to know each other while drinking some wine, eating cheese and crackers, watching some TV programs and laughing. Sandra and Mike went to his room to "sleep" but the sounds coming toward us told much more. Natalie and I stayed at the living room, our bodies were responding to the fire coming from Mike's room so I took her to the balcony, to enjoy the view and prevent our faces from blushing further; the view was perfect for a romantic time while inside the house... "We'll be better out here" I said while sitting at a bench and placing a blanket over us to cover for such a chilly breeze. Our bodies' heat each other, silence calls our minds and after a few minutes, our bodies responded to all our surrounding and we kissed... Tasting Nat's lips again brought fire to my body, I could feel myself regaining lost strength and desires, after a while I had to leave such a temptation to get some air and regain my senses, for the second time with this incredible woman... Natalie-Alone Ch. 04 "It's being a while since we came out so the guys are probably sleeping" I said, "the sun rose already and..." I saw in her eyes that she was as tired as me, "...if we keep it like this I don't think I'll be able to hold myself without further investigation of your body", I said. Her sweet lips, their puffiness after such a mind-blowing kiss... I'm going crazy; I need to feel her body against mine and after listening to her reaching an orgasm on her own, I want to listen to her shout my name under another! It was all I could think then. She hurried inside the apartment, waiting for instructions? I suppose she was expecting for me to take her into a visitor's room. "We better get some sleep...but you should know that there are no rooms ready for visitors nor am I gonna let you sleep on the sofa so you're to sleep in my room" I said, knowing that she would fight it. She struggled, denied and I had to promise over and over that it was just to get some sleep. She threatened to wake Sandra or take a taxi but I wouldn't let her go, not like that, not as tired as we were... Finally she agreed and I dragged her into my room so that she couldn't re-think. Each took a side of the bed and she got asleep within a minute...I've been sleeping alone for three years and having her in my bed... I'm sorry Amelia, I'm sorry that I no longer crave for your body, I'm sorry that I no longer wish you here, I'm sorry for my behavior but I am not sorry that I'm feeling this for her, maybe you are the one doing this, maybe it is my destiny but; forgive me. My last thought. SUNDAY AFTERNOON About 1 p.m. she was still sleeping, Mike and Sandra went to buy some produce to make breakfast, so I was told to awake her "even if cold water is needed". But instead of that.... I do all possible noises, even shout, nothing; she is there like death, waiting for the right moment. Her heart, still beating so, she must really be knocked out because of the alcohol. Amelia's shirt smells like Nat's perfume and it is driving me crazy. Reminds me her kisses and the way my body rised by her lips and body; It's confussing...I want to touch her, feel her... but which one, Nat or Amelia? I look at her, there is Amelia and a second later Nat...God help me!! I'm looking at her again; Amelia smiles at me and says: "I loved you enough, now it's time for you to love enough. Leave me and live for me, bye." Again it's Nat...my heart aches because I finally saw her again, I've been searching for her, so many years looking over, asking, but no one told me, no one could say. Pain and hurt hugged me and I ran out of the room, to hide myself and cry; a long time love; lost in a blink of an eye and now that I was able to see her... I couldn't say: "I'm sorry", nor "I love you"; once again I let her go... Michael awakes me, dry tears on my face and puffy eyes. "Man what's up, why were you crying?" "I saw her, I saw Amelia" "Are you sure? you were sleeping" "You're right" but I know the truth. "Is she awake?" "Nat?, I haven't seen her" "I'll check on her" Once again on my bedroom and she is still sleeping. Just looking at her makes me smile; I lay on the bed beside her, looking at her face...she is beautiful and I'm dying to wake her while she shouts my name under an intense orgasm, like she did on my ear through the phone...mmm my devilish mind... The fight inside my mind went on and on for a while until: Her breathing is steady. A kiss and nothing, another and she doesn't respond so I move down into her neck, tempting her skin; takes me a while but a low moan comes out of her sweet lips but she is still sleeping; my breath stirs her nipples: they are happily awakening under the T-shirt. My need to explore her is strong so again I kiss her neck, chest, breasts, arms, and hands everywhere I can: soft kisses, my lips brushing her body brought a very awake moan and she finally opened her eyes. I was tempted to ask if she was playing dead but after saying "good morning" and a kiss, once again I was called by her body so I let myself submerge into the depth of her mouth. Our moans were drowning between our lips. We couldn't hold it. Too much, too intense and we want to explore more, feel more, her body calls for mine while I'm on fire for her, I'm burning inside and this fire I don't want it to extinguish... ***************************************** ...our clothes on the floor, our lips playing on each other's skin, we agreed: no words needed, just moans of agreements, our eyes talked and our souls reached each other. She was ready, I saw it, and I felt her body while I... finally I am ready to enjoy the pleasure of a woman's body...after over three years! After Amelia's death I locked up all feelings, all senses that involved sex or anything related to that and now...I want her; I'm longing for her body, to submerge myself in hers, to be one, make her mine, Nat. She called for me while I am enjoying the most intimate flavors her body provides; I'm drinking from her nectar, the sweetest flavor I've taste. I want more but she is so near that I have to stop; her pleading eyes, her silent pledge to do something that either she don't or can't tell. So I rose over, enjoying once again the trip through her body with my mouth and hands, covering every single space I can until reaching her lips. "Tell me what you want" I said. "I can't", she responded. "Are you ok? Are you ok with this?" My questions accompanied with soft kisses and an understanding look. If she says she isn't, even if it hurts like hell I will stop. "I'd rather not talk" she said, "I'm too loud" and smiled. Chuckles from us and once again our lips joins, we are devouring each other; desire and need burning our bodies like lava coming out of a volcano, our breathing shorts, our caresses stronger, urging the other to hurry, to join the trip until I am totally inside her and we are one...Finally, enjoying the feeling, the need, remembering what it felt like to love a person and feeling the love in return. Her body took all of me, little by little as she tried to help, her breath was intoxicating, her cries both from pain and desire were turning me upside down and I keep trusting, slowly entering her so welcoming body, while mentally holding myself not to spoil the moment, oh so good... ---------- She tempted my feelings, I bit her, she scratched my back and screamed while enjoying each and every trip, every orgasm, my name in her mouth, it was all so delicious. I'm not sure if it was the need or her tightness but it was wonderful. There was so much of me that I left her body without concluding to prevent the condom from breaking (Michael's always worried for my health, "even if you are not going to use it, have it" he always said while handing me some) She is really loud...but it just made it the best love making. Not just sex but love, tenderness, explosions of happiness flowing around us. "We are made for each other" was my last phrase once we were spent from the most wonderful sexual experience, should I say ever? YES, EVER! From sweet and soft to hard and noisy and I want to do it all over again.... ...But she is asleep, once again and I'm falling for her heartbeats, skin, and lips, everything on her calls me to avoid being once again, ALONE. What do you think? What do you want from this story. The truth? I got it completed 4 more chapters and bye Natalie... this is NOT yet the most important part of the story but it's part of a new realization in the story. Chapter 6 will bring lots of questions and thus it's open for new ideas so. Up to now, WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT SOMETHING, SOMEONE? Natalie-Alone Ch. 05 Dear reader: next chapter is called Meet the Vegas, and it will give this story a 360 turn so I must ask you to decide what you want from this story or if with the next 2 chapter, as they are ready, I should conclude this story. SUNDAY Nat: To awake like this, kisses all over my body... Oh, how many stories have I read and just when I reached this part: my body shivered, excitement running through my body, wetness and desire between my legs. Now it's true, I can finally say: "I know how that feels!" I remember reading once: "It's incredible to feel how your mind leaves Morpheus' hands while a heat invades your body, a pressure in your head and stiffness in your muscles while receiving little electrical jolts that run through your spine, and you are enjoying it because it just makes you so conscious, so desiring and at the same time you just say oh God..." Pff a prayer to God? Which God? Desire God or it is an easier word to say at that moment, when pleasure and release is reached? That is something I never got to say with J, It was always his needs, his desires...his...always his... J, my ex, never looked for my satisfaction, it was a constant shouting just to wake me up, and how many times I sent him the hell out of my life? Told him to leave once and for all? but he did not. I was his and that way everything worked okay between us. His point of view as to everything "working ok" was easy: "when I get home I want the food ready, dishes, bedroom and living room clean". Certainly, he wanted it all clean and ready however he was a mess himself, HELL, he was THE MESS. Now I'm free of him, I'm free! I am still half awake, thinking all this when a joyful moan comes out of my mouth and then I open my eyes...I still don't know what makes you say "oh God" but if it is with this man, I'm willing to learn it...He is a good professor already. I thought I wasn't worth feeling like this, but he is showing me differently. Here I am looking at a real man... what a technique to wake me up, kisses all over my body. He looks at me with those beautiful golden eyes...they are so clear today from the amber eyes I've seen before, is something wrong? Is he worried? Although no words come out of his mouth, his eyes are asking me if I'm all right with this so, I smile and he said: "good morning". That was all I needed to hear, he is ok and his lips are much better....I'm falling for him, I'm longing his body, our moans are burning in the heat of our mouths, between the erotic games of our tongues. I want more of him; so my hands explore his back, under the shirt he is as hot as the sun, strong as a superhero but his lips say so much, he is different, he is fire, his hands run my body within seconds one after the other, his left leg over mine, his manhood calling my heat, oh, what a reminder from the day we danced when I could feel him; but, this time is real, this time he's full of me, his body is all over me and I can feel it with my body and hands. I can feel his need, there is no more to say, our bodies understand each other... ------- Our clothes on the floor, his body over mine, I call for his lips while he is taking me on another trip. While drinking from my deepness he says: "it is a sweet nectar", I don't care as long as he stops...oh please I can't wait, I need him with me, I need more...!!! "Raphael" I call. He looks at me and seems to understand my silent prayer. He slowly travels back up to my mouth, planting little kisses all over my body before he finally reaches my mouth. I'm on fire. This heat is burning me to ashes, taking me to a place I had never been to with J. The need for him is unbearable. When he finally reaches my mouth he pauses, pulls away, looks at me... "Tell me what you want" he said with sweet, glossy eyes, desire burning his body and soul, I can see it, the need... "I can't", is my response. I want you inside me now!! Can't you understand? You are teaching me something that no one else did and this is torture! Shouted my mind "Are you ok? Are you ok with this?" soft kisses running from my neck until the valley of my breasts; as if trying to shut my mind with the shivers running through me and that way letting him do everything with me. "I'd rather not talk" was my reply, "I'm too loud..." and smiled. Not being able to say: too loud to say anything that is screaming into my mind. We smiled and kiss again, emptying our minds and going deeper into the sea of desire until finally I can feel him, we are one, he's so big; and he's mine, totally mine, I love how I feel with him, I love how he feels with me, inside me, his hands over me... He stayed still, I wanted for him to move but he held me while breathing hard, trying to control himself and said: "I love how you feel around me and how I feel inside and outside you". I just let him say it, no response comes from me but I am feeling just that! ------- One after another, the orgasms received took me into a mind blowing trip out of my body, again and again, I don't know what it was but every bite and every scratch made me feel splendid, excellent, my screams were incredibly loud and his moans made me feel....oh God, now I know why this is the only word that comes out of our mouths after such an intense activity. Spent, hugged under the sheets, holding each other looking into our sleepy eyes, he said: "We are made for each other". This is what people want to hear after sex but, do I want to hear that? ********************************** Raphael: The smell of food was invading the room and I was trying to wake her up by calling her name and rubbing her hands when she yelled: "Nooooo, leave me alone! don't touch me, what did you do, what did you do to me? I told her: "hey, what's up? I did nothing! You're ok, it's me...look at me! She was wrapped on the sheet, sitting at the floor, her legs bent and her hands holding her legs as if protecting herself from being hit by someone?... I got scared, Sandra and Michael came into the room; Sandra hugged her and asked what had occurred? She just looked at all of us, stood up, picked up the shorts, t-shirt and went into the bathroom without saying a single word. We were looking and asking ourselves what had occurred. When she came out of the bathroom looked at us and said: "sorry for scaring you all, I have to go". She left the building in a hurry... Sandra was submitted to our interrogation but she knew as much about her past as us....NOTHING! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ _____TUESDAY_____ It's been two days Nat doesn't answer my calls at her place nor her cell. I called her at work and once I tried to get personal by asking "how are you" she just said: "do you need to speak with Mr. Williamson?" When I said, "I want to talk to you," she just hung up. Did I do something wrong? We were so happy and now... Sandra tried to talk to her but she went into her room and stayed there the whole night, not even eating, nothing, she locked herself up. I'm not going to let this happen, I need to talk to her, see her, even if she doesn't want to tell me whatever that was, I need to be near her! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ______WEDNESDAY______ I had to use my friendship with Michael and his relationship with Sandra to get information as to what Nat is going to do at lunch since she is just ignoring me, Sandra said Nat was going to meet with a person regarding a business they have been running for a while, so I'm waiting for her...she's got to use the elevator so I'll wait here, if I have to follow her I will....but I need to see her, be sure she is ok.******* Oh, sweet Jesus she looks beautiful; while coming out of the elevator I notice she looks more like a business person than an employee; a portfolio in one hand while her big purse on the other. She stayed still while looking at me, I'm slowly walking towards her with a smile and I have not said a word when she tells me: "I don't have time to loose, keep up your life and just let me be." When I heard those words, it felt like if a bucket of ice was thrown over me. But I walked beside her, not a word, a look or a smile. I just kept walking. _____ We reached the train station, wow my first time in years! There was a clutter of persons, for a second I lost her but thankfully I was able to reach her. It is lunch time, people use this transportation at this time and now the Mayor is launching some new, eco-friendly wagons? Worst of all, the media is here! I hate media, they want to know so much that if you don't keep your life into a security box they might even steal it from you! Reporter: "...and you heard the Mayor, dear viewers; these new wagons will assist reduce electricity expenses on a long term value, so hopefully...Oh my, look who's here!" She said as she signaled and moved with her camera man towards Raphael and Nat. "...Raphael Vega! Raphael, are you here because of the launching?" Thank God Nat found a space between the persons and moved towards the wagon where people were trying to get into, and I followed her leaving the reporter on her own. Once inside the train, I sat beside Nat, she was not talking to me but her constant looks towards me were asking something, what was it? I can't figure it out, she doesn't even hold the look enough for me to try and imagine a question. http://thediary/ jsimpleton/thelovewagon/0627.com The Diary of Maple City Wednesday, June 27, 20121:55 p.m. THE LOVE WAGON By: Jinni Simpleton On my way to this diary, near the closing of this edition, this is what this reporter had the pleasure to live regarding the now, very loud rumor that Raphael Vega (recently called the most handsome, single, under 40's, multimillionaire) is going out with a woman who appears to be on her late 20's. I was at the South Eastern, 49th street, train station where our Mayor was announcing the now well-known, new eco-friendly wagons when a colleague reporter from a TV station announced that Mr. Vega was there and while she was reaching him, I noticed that right in front of him was the mysterious female (whose nickname I just learned is Nat), the same woman that was captured on photos when they were taken out of a pub by the firemen, just two days ago. The female, very attractive, business-like dressed, neared the train that was about to leave for its first time. Meanwhile, the colleague reporter tried to reach Raphael, who left after Nat to get into the wagon. Luckily this reporter had to take the train not only to prepare my report regarding the new train services but, also to reach this diary; and this is what I lived at the "Love Wagon". Raphael: "Nat, are you going to talk to me? Because I'll follow you until you do so!" Nat: "No. I can't, I just...I don't know what you must think about me, I don't even know what that was! Sorry, please...." Nat got inside the train and so did Raphael, sitting just beside her. I was lucky to get a chair near enough. Raphael: "Ok, I get you don't want to talk about it so, whatever it was...in due time you will let me know?" Nat: "That is the problem, there is nothing to tell, I just don't know what happened there!" Raphael: "Have you suffered an accident...maybe temporary loss of memory?" Nat: "No" Raphael: "There's, have you...a traumatic incident? This is no place to talk about it but..." Nat: "No! Are you talking about...Rape? Never, no, no!" Raphael let out a long sigh when he heard Nat's answer to a silent question. Raphael: "ok, forget it...let's, just forget it. It never happened we're ok! Nat: "We're not ok, as a matter of fact; there is no WE!" Raphael: "Yes there is, you felt it, I felt it and I know that there is something between us! It's more than just...chemistry! Raphael said those last words so loud that through most of the wagon you could hear the persons saying: "Awwww". Both of them blushed to the situation and kept themselves silent for a while. Raphael: "Where are we going?" Nat: "I don't know about you but I have an appointment" Raphael: "Stop fighting with me, I'm not leaving you until we talk" Nat: "You said we were not going to talk about it" Raphael: "I don't want to talk about it but, about us" Meanwhile, a 5-6 year old little boy was gnawing at his mother: Kid: "Mommy I'm hungry" Mother: "We'll be home soon" Over and over the little one kept saying so until his mother replied Mother: "Did you have breakfast at school?" Kid: "Yes, but that was at 7" Mother: "How about your snacks, you ate them?" Kid: "No, I gave them to Danny, I don't like those" Mother: "Well I have no snacks, sweets, nothing, so now you have to wait until we get home and the food is ready" Kid: "But I'm hungry!" Nat went over to the mother and showing her a snack bar asked if the kid could eat it and so, the little one got the bar asking: Kid: "What does it taste like?" Nat: "Mmm, this is my favorite, it's peanut butter; but you got to promise that you will not eat candies nor anything until your mom cooks, even better; will you help her cook?" Kid: "Okay." The little one happily ate the bar while the persons around them smiled to Nat and nodded in appreciation for caring for the kid. Raphael: "You get along with kids..." Nat: "Yep, it's an attraction." Right there we were all able to see Raphael Vega softly kissing her. It was a simple touch of lips but it meant much more to all of us witnesses. (Press here to see photographs of Raphael and Nat) At the following station, Nat left the train followed by Raphael. -----------------------------------------O----------------------------------------- Nat "Are you crazy? Why did you kiss me?" "I felt it" he replied. "I wanted to, I just did it and you kissed me back so that proves that you do feel like me". A smile showed on his face. I said: "Look I have this meeting, need to concentrate on it so...we'll talk later okay; I have not said a specific date just...I'll call you" With a wide smile and a hug, Raphael left. I was right in front of a building door and went into the office where my appointment was awaiting. ***** Raphael Finally, she is really complicated but now I'll be able to work. At least she will call. Anyway I'll keep in contact with Sandra and check out if something changes. ======================================== ______FRIDAY_____ News spreads faster through the internet than radio or even TV. Gosh, I hate this, I love my privacy and now I'm the whore of the city. Since that "Love Wagon" story, my workmates have been nagging, making comments about me, using their virulent tongues against me, hating themselves for "my luck", saying that I used my position to get in between Raphael's eyes. Oh, how many things I have not heard; or so they believe. It all started with a cashier at the bank with nothing to do while using the bathroom and within five minutes the whole bank (customer service area) knew about the story. Someone identified me as a client when I went to the bank, yesterday, to deposit some money into my account. FUCK! By lunch today, the whole bank knew my whole name and what department I work at! Some curious ones even walked to my area or called erroneously. Getting into the elevator was a pain at the time to leave since I got to see hate, envy, appreciation, curiosity and who knows what else every time the elevator door opened. And this morning at the gym I got the same treatment from more persons. Women mostly; apparently Raphael has been the daily treat for some of them, the main reason to exercise and wear smaller and tighter exercise jumpsuits and other clothing. As if I care what they think; I've had the best of him over, around and inside of me!! Oh, you devilish mind was my self reply. ...and he is still waiting for my call... ------------------ It's 7:00 p.m. and Sandra just shouted: "the girls are coming!" Our weekly gathering was cancelled due to some health situations both for Caroline (pregnancy sickness) and Cris, so we are going to enjoy some home time while watching a few movies, eating popcorn, pizza and all the junk food we can get! Five minutes later a bunch of laughing women comes into our apartment with bags full of junkies, movies, beers, juice for Caroline and other things. We hug, laugh and fill the living room with plates, cup, bowls and bags while Michelle turns on the TV and plays a movie that ends up being a newer, action type version of Cinderella. It was so beautiful. We cried, laughed, and fought with the stepmother. By the end of the movie there was a knock on the door and I ran to check who it was The girls are saying, oh, it's your Prince Charming, Cinderella! He's come to rescue you from us your bitching stepsisters! We were all laughing when I opened the door and...yep, there he was!! I was surprised, no, I mean, shocked!! I'm looking at him and he just smiles and says: "Cinderella?" Aaaaaa! Was the only thing I heard behind me. No way, how did he! And we all looked at Sandra... "Ok, I did told him to come, it's an excellent opportunity for the two of you to get some time and TALK!, he's been bitching me about what you do!" said Sandra while walking towards Michael who was standing with a few pizza boxes, held his hand and took him towards the living room. "Can I come in or would you rather come out?" asked Raphael while looking into my eyes. "Please come in, sorry" was my reply. He walked behind me while I was closing the door and when I turned he was just an inch away from me. A peck was all I needed to hold our hands and join our fingers. _________ By 12:00 a.m. we were stuffed, laughing hysterically while surrounded by couples; after Michael and Raphael arrived, husbands were called, invited and joined the party. A party of 5 became a party of 10! Around 2:00 a.m. I was surrounded by big masculine hands, in my bed, wearing shorts and exercise bra. Low tune, musical snores, from both Raphael and I were joining patters. I DON'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK, I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY, I FEEL GREAT WITH HIM, I WANT TO GET AS MUCH OF THIS AS I CAN GET...NO longer will I be alone... Natalie-Alone Ch. 06 The end is near so you better be ready, for all doubts will be clarified soon... Be aware that THE BIG TALK part is a bit confusing since Raphael's mind (italic) talks too much!! lol ENJOY! ================================ MEET THE VEGA'S SATURDAY Raphael It's 10 in the morning, Natalie and Sandra left for an appointment. Mike and I headed home to do some house chores and other things while they return. Natalie promised some time alone so, now I must decide how to address to her, how to explain that...my mother is well aware of everything and she wants to meet her. Not that I'm scared of mom but Nat's behavior has been elusive and everything must be made on her terms, I don't want her to be scared of me and I've been holding myself not to impose over her but mamma ....she won't take it. I love my mother but she is too complicate, as complicate as saying that: Whatever information my mother doesn't get, it's because it doesn't exist. She is so much into the mother hen watching over her fledglings with 2 daughters, 2 sons and 4 grandkids yet she is like that with all of us which sometimes is asphyxiating and even scary. Although my family lives in Italy, MAMA (as we call her) knows whatever arises around me, it's like she's got a spy near me 24/7. That must be it, otherwise she can teletransport while being invisible? My truth, my family is special in more ways than saying that we have the money and the power to sometimes acquire more than we need, and being this special is...well, confusing...the story goes like this: Us, humans are born with certain gifts or blessings but you are to use and learn about them only, when your soul reaches the necessary level for it. Notwithstanding, my family and some others I've met, have a special link with the spiritual world which takes us to reach that level within a younger age thus we've been taught how to use and work our blessings against evil since our 18th birthday. Sure, we've tried to cross the fine line by experimenting but we were taught what happens if we let ourselves do so. So, I've learned my way and right now I'm a warrior against it. My brother was the one that taught us what we were to learn about crossing the fine line between human world and the other one. It was him the one that received the BIG TEACHING, for crossing without being called which took him straight to hell...it still gives me the chills just to think on it. The Vega's My family's blessing is different for who has reach the necessary spiritual level one of my uncles has the blessing of telekinesis, my dad has the ability of telepathy which is something we all got to learn and use sometimes, my minor sister and I were blessed with various level of languages and other things I cannot tell and we are working as exorcists although in different levels, I don't know my elder sister and brother's since, they are "higher ranked" so, all I know is that my parents, siblings and I can use telepathy during normal life, amongst ourselves, although we try not to. There are other blessings we've received like: clone ourselves so that our clone can stay while we are on meetings with our elders; call upon our Elders (our instructors/superiors) and things that I don't even know about until it occurs; but we can't use those gifts until allowed and to be allowed we must receive The Call. What is the call? Well this is the story... My siblings and I were taught about our blessings by the time we each reached our 18th birthday. Every time one of us celebrated its birthday, someone came looking for us (now I know it was an Elder). That day we were called or summoned into another place, our quarters (a piece of heaven if you want to imagine it) with the appearance of a very big office; a mahogany desk with a sofa and a loveseat both in reddish color and a wall to wall library. To reach the quarters the Elder took us there and we were taught under a very secretive ceremony our blessings and how to use them for the first time. I don't know if everybody's' ceremony was the same since we are not allow to talk about it but mine incurred in lots of prayers in different languages, an exorcism kind of test teaching as to my gifts (telepathy, teletransport and all related to exorcism) The time spent at the quarters was 3 weeks and I was really tired by the time I was taken home (3 hours in the human world). Once we learned our first lessons and were sent back to our family, the story was different. We learned our duties as heavenly assistants which is something that nobody knows, nor did Amelia nor should Sandra or Mike but how will Natalie handle it...we'll see. ---------------- It's about 4:00 p.m. Mike texted "the ladies are soon to come" so I'm heading home with the groceries, part of my TO DO things for today. I'm still planning how to approach Natalie about all; it's difficult since I don't know her; if I were able to understand her, her past, her strange reaction on Sunday! My feelings towards Nat are going to make things much more complicate "I can't teach someone whom I'm having feelings for" I told my Elders but they insisted "because you care the most, you will do the most for her to understand, learn and reach a higher position in this job. We want her to be even higher than you are now and you will only get into a higher position by teaching her thus, learning yourself". ---------------- We'll have some healthy meal, Mike has the grill on, cooking, I am working a Greek salad, mashed potatoes and veggies while the ladies will make dessert; I asked to assist and get to know them a little more....and because of how things are moving around, I'm going to have and try to get into their mind, a little... "The SO (security officer) just advice they are parking" I told Mike. "Are you going to meet them down there or just at the elevator?" he said. "Why can't you go? Someone got your legs? I replied. "Cause I've been getting the grill ready for this beef and If you are to take care of that the house will be burning within 5 minutes!" he counter replied. ...so I'm at the elevator, heading to the lobby while my mind is a wreck, the elevator door opens: "Oh, here he is, thank you!" said Sandra to the SO "Hi ladies, everything ok?" while addressing to the SO. "mjm" said Nat. "Yep" said Sandra. "May I help with the bags?" and took one of each lady. "Let's go". We got to the elevator and I asked Nat "Am I allowed knowing where you were all morning?" "What your left hand does, your right don't need to know" was her answer. I looked for Sandra's answer, she smiled. "Maybe in the future you might be allowed." Reaching into their minds I saw Nat and Sandra with kids and nuns? And why can't I get into Nat's mind? Does this have anything to do with the Elder's request? Seems like my training just begun... "Well then, what did you do during the afternoon?" I said. "We were signing a contract and verifying a local for our business" Said Sandra. "Interesting, a business? What about the bank? Are you leaving now?" I said to Nat while leaving the elevator and getting into the apartment. Nat said: "No, I was hired to work there until mid-August thus when my time is over I'll be taking over the business". "How about you Sandra?" said Michael who was at the living room. "I'm leaving the bank on July, just got everyone informed so now I have to wait for my retirement and other stuff" she answered while hugging Michael. Natalie's eyes rolled while Sandra was showing off for Michael. I had to bite a laugh while looking at them. This is a great group and something will occur with the four of us, if only Michael and Sandra decide their future once and for all. I know they will be together, I saw it a long time ago during a "mission". My family is nothing special compared to what we are going to do, that is something I'm worried for. ------- We made a peach cheesecake and an upside down pineapple cake. I really enjoyed meeting this Natalie, she was much more at ease, kind of a different person, she was sweet while Sandra was sour, they fought over the ingredients, the quantities to be used and at the end they all were laughing at me since I ended up covered on flour. "Keep trying to help and not only will you have flour on yourself" was Michael's advice. We laughed and shared a great time thereafter. By the time the beef was ready, not only we had already eaten half our food and chastised Michael for taking so much time cooking because "beef should be cooked into the higher grill so that it cooks evenly"; we made Mike lower the food and take a step back while "we burned the food" or so he said. We finally ate, enjoyed some music while chatting as to our favorite singers and songs. Sandra told us about Nat's "kill me" favorites and we concurred on several singers which made Sandra mad 'because I played some of those songs... ============================ THE BIG TALK Raphael Sandra and Michael went to the movies, they know we need some time alone and Sandra loves going out...those two are like bunnies during mating season! So we are at the balcony, the most romantic/private memory comes into my mind as to that day when we kissed right here... No time for that Raphe, I'm self-scowling before it's too late...well, we can have some intimacy while on the outside and I definitely need some distraction to relax...breath in, breath out...think on Yoga, wow I would like to see her back bends or her inversion....NO! Think on work! Nat pulls me out of my dirty mind by holding my hand asking me to sit next to her: "so this is it? We're adults yet we are acting like adolescents on their first date?" A smile that shows more her scariness and paleness while looking into the woods a few miles away. Chuckling I said "you are right but I do feel like one right know; it's been a while since last time I talked about my feelings and back then I was still an adolescent". "Hold it, I read you were married before, weren't you?" she said with an inquiring look. "You were looking for information about me"? "Ha, you wish! Sandra has the magazine were you were called: The most beautiful, under 40s..." while seriously looking at me. "Ok I get it, yes I was married". "And you never talked with her about love or your feelings?". Sighing "yes but our last six years weren't"....should I tell her? Yes the truth will be the answer...."although she did got pregnant...". I was not expecting to talk about this now but...it's a first step that she is interested in my past, to know each other we must start on a blank paper. "Ok, you should know about me so this is my story: Amelia and I got married right after graduating from the university; she became my girlfriend on our third year at high school. We split once we graduated until a few months in our third year at the university. Our marriage was pretty good at first, then it turned pretty busy and at some point it started to worry us that we were more like house mates than a couple so about five years ago we started visiting a marriage counselor and it was starting to work for a while but we were still working and traveling a lot because of our works. So, the baby was a surprise and we loved him too much; she was extremely protective over him the first year, so much that she started painting at the house, thus leaving no one to take care of him but herself". Holding myself not to cry for the worst part, the one I've told few...she looks into my eyes, I can read sadness, does she knows? And she said: "if you can't ...I understand". "It's not that, I've told few about this..." I take a deep breath "...she stayed at the house while taking care of Mikey, things were difficult because she wanted me to take care of him while she went out into travels to show her paintings, not even my family could come together...either my parents or a sister but not everyone together so our problems were worst until her parents and I inscribed Mikey for a summer at a daycare which was good and she started living like a normal person until he caught a bacteria due to the food and once again she locked herself in a world where Mikey could not leave the house...". "...when he turned 4 and started pre-school. Things were different again, but there was a day when she wanted to be at alone for a whole day and I had several meetings scheduled, Mikey was out early and we had a fight because she wanted me to stay with him; our families were out of town and she never agreed for a nanny, she barely knew the neighbors and I just knew a few. So she left mad at me and...she had an accident..." A loud sigh came out of my mouth "...they died immediately". "I'm sorry for your loss...seems that you're still mad not only with her but with the whole incident, per se". "Why do you say I'm angry with her"? "'cause you are yet blaming her for wanting to be alone and putting pressure on you to take care of Mikey, 'cause you think that SHOULD YOU HAD taken him with you, SHOULD YOU HAD cancelled your meetings....'cause if she hadn't fought with you, MAY BE they would still be alive? You can't control destiny or God's paths for us. I don't know your religious believes but you are blaming God for the accident and that is making you suffer every day; making you a darker person, you have to let go the pain; Shit happens, it's what I always say to myself". I'm not blaming him, nor am I a dark person. No? You kept seeing the counselor? No. Any doctor, psychologist, anyone? No? How you dealt with their loss? Just my family knows this....I saw no doctor, alcohol was my best friend for a few months until Michael and I moved here and I locked myself at work to forget; to keep my mind busy; after a while my family and friends made me go out and start a life...again. She sighed, not a single word came out from any of us for a while. I asked her: "how about your life"? my life? there is not much to say; my mother hates me, my father loves me but he's never home. My sis... Your sister? No, I have no siblings...I moved here two years ago looking for a new opportunity; to begin a business and live my own life...away from all. I don't get it. Sometimes I don't get it either... she said while looking at the moon as if loosing herself there. I'm not gonna push her, there is something else but if she is not in total confidence with me, I will let her flow, in her own time, I will know. Ok, we know a bit more about each other so, how do you feel? I asked. About? Us. I'm ok, if you are in my route it is because I have to learn something, don't you think? ...Or for you to teach me something. Yep, or for the two of us to learn something? Smiling to each other we held our hands. I'm happy with you I said. I'm happy too, it's a new feeling...something drives me to you and... you have taught me so much already. I had to kiss her...my chest was puffed out, like a pigeon showing off. She is ...oh, she is what I need. She can call me "junk food" and I will feel like a steak; she really turns me upside down. But it wasn't only a kiss; it never is. We got to my room within minutes, I carried her there. I wanted to feel her near me again, and she enjoyed the trip. She held herself to my chest while kissing and once in front of my room she asked me to let her down because she "is not a bride". I love that attitude, that constant contradiction on her. She asked me for a few minutes so I got her a towel and soap, now she's got things here waiting for her, just like me. I took a bath on the hall bathroom; when I reached my bedroom... There she was, in my bed, wearing one of my long sleeves (bended upwards), front button white shirt (2 of them opened enough for me to know where her cleavage was calling for my mouth to taste); sitting in a praying position, looking at my sketches, enjoying them. I sat beside her with the towel tucked on my hips and explained some of them. We laughed for the adventures told; while I was drawing a few kids at a park while playing, their mothers got into a fight because they got each other's clothing dirty. Her right leg was starting to cramp since she sat on her legs thus I started massaging it...used some body cream on her and a few minutes later she was lying on her chest, half shirt unbuttoned while I was massaging her upper back; she was moaning while I undid her tied muscles. Some aromatic oils (Michael's) helped out and she was starting to fall asleep, by that time I had her naked, on my bed. I was really enjoying the view of her figure. I wanted to sketch her but my body was calling for something...deeper. She had asked me to let her do my back so before I could get deeper into my thoughts I let her do so...mmm great hands, each muscle was calling for her touch, she was hard against my muscles but it felt so good, my body was calling for the healing heat coming out of her hands while massaging my whole back, then my legs, thighs and arms. I had to move to see her when I felt her breast against my back, it was a sweet temptation and I needed to know if she was doing so purposely. I turned to find her lips, yes she was teasing me, we kissed, we ate each other, once more submerging into the deepness of our mouths while our bodies kept massaging each other's, and no skin was left alone. Where my hands couldn't reach: my mouth, tongue or lips did. We played, searched for sensitive areas on each other's body and I did found a wide variety of places...but fun took us into other levels of passion and desire. When desire gets into the games... We made love more than once, it was love, we offered each other, it was not only desire; the little smiles, the way we entered each other's soul through our eyes, just to stop a long kiss or a ride to look at the other or...when she was over me, my hand on her hips, my lips kissing her breasts while on a sitting position; she just held my head, steadied, looked into my eyes, smiled and kissed me. Her lips said so much! And when I searched for her chin, to kiss it, to bite it, she said: "I love you, I need you most than anything in this world, more than anyone; you are the one. The only one to erase what J did, I love you Raphael". Who's' J and what did he made her? That...he's the reason she came here? He's the reason she's silent as to her past life? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was early in the morning, we made love most of the night. I heard a knock in my door and then my cellphone beeped announcing a text message. "I'm in front of your door, come out, there's problem ahead", Michael texted. I got up and slowly left the bed; the hot body beside me was drawing me back into bed, with her. I left my bedroom to bump Michael right there.. "I tried to advice you but you've been really knocked out." "What is it?". "Your parents are here! They've been here for the past 5 minutes and mama said she won't leave until you come out... As always she knows the ladies stayed the night!" "Oh, fuck! How is she, mad, relaxed?". "You know that when she is relaxed, it means problem's ahead" so...let me say this... "She's problems ahead, while papa is all smiles and cheers? That's a combination I've never seen!" "Me neither let me...I better get ready". "You 4 should get dressed 'cause breakfast is almost ready" Said papa coming out of the kitchen with a big smile... Michael and I looked at each other and then at him; he winked an eye to us... "You better hurry" he replied. Mike headed to his room and I got into mine... "Baby, sweetie...you better wake up, we got visit" I said slowly, with a vivid reminder of the last time I woke her up. "What time is it?" she replied. "Too late, love; just too late". Natalie-Alone Ch. 06 With a questioning look from her, I got into the bathroom. Once I came out, she asked me what was going on and I replied: "take a very quick shower, get dressed and come out to have breakfast. We'll be out waiting for you." and kissed her. She was still looking at me when I practically pushed her into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Sorry babe, I forgot... _____________ MEETING THE WITCH Nat When I came out of the bathroom, I had the feeling that there was something wrong, something strange, Goose bumps in my hands and a cold fever invading my body. Is it in response to the great night we spent? Yeah I'm craving for that body again,a whole night was not enough to sate this thirst... A smile rise in my face like the sun announcing a new day while remembering such a great time, I want to spend my nights like that... Or That I Thought. I'm ready, hair is fix, tooth clean (Raphael gave me a toothbrush and said I was to keep it there so that when I stay, there is something mine) oh, he is so sweet! It's like he needs someone to take care of him...like a puppy looking for love... So I'm heading for breakfast. "Hey guys what are we having? And why the rush? Sandra do we have an appoint... There is an old lady sitting at the table, probably on her mid-late sixties; she's definitely Raphael's mother: amber eyes, light brown hair with a few greyish hairs, pale, elegantly dressed and she is looking at me just like I'm to her...a total evaluation as to the other, like a rival? Raphael comes to me, wraps himself around me, holding me as if to prevent me from running and whispered in my ear "sorry". Then, he introduced me to his parents by saying: "Natalie, these are my parents", Mamma (Elizabeth) and Pappa (Carlos). I am standing midway from where they are eating, felt my legs turn like jello and apparently Raphael noticed it since he took me to the table and fixed a chair for me beside his. His father said while offering a hand: "nice to meet you", as cordial as he greeted me, I did to him. "Definitely a beautiful Boricua" he said while smiling. "Thank you sir" He smiled and said: "eat up". Mamma said nothing, other than nodding when Raphael introduced us she was learning from us, scanning like a hawk to its prey. ------------ Once we all ate, Sandra and I cleaned up the plates. Pappa informed: "back on my house, men are the ones to do the dishes unless we cook". Michael and Raphael joined us, I don't know if it was an insinuation from Pappa for them to join us or if they did it to calm us as to these visitors. While eating I noticed Raphael was tense, not even his jokes sounded good, he sighed, looked at me while I passed him the clean dishes to dry and said: "I knew they wanted to meet you but wasn't aware it would be today; thought I would have time to prepare you for this.." "What do you mean this?" Sandra and I said. They just hugged us. What's going on? Natalie-Alone Ch. 07 This is a short one but it's still a good one ;) NATALIE- ALONE CHAPTER 7 ============================================= MEETING THE WITCH PART II Nat's POV Once we all ate, Sandra and I cleaned up the plates. Pappa informed: "back on my house, men are the ones to do the dishes unless we cook". Michael and Raphael joined us, I don't know if it was an insinuation from Pappa for them to join us or if they did it to calm us around these visitors. While eating I noticed Raphael was tense, not even his jokes sounded good, he sighed, looked at me while I gave him the clean dishes to dry and said: "I knew they wanted to meet you but wasn't aware it would be today; thought I would have time to prepare you for this.." "What do you mean this?" Sandra and I said. They just hugged us. Sandra asked: "What's going on?" ------------ We're almost over with the dishes and kitchen when Sandra said: "I don't know what is it that you two are so scared about but, better start talking or we're leaving". Mike looks at Raphael: "you're right, the thing is..." But Raphael interrupts "My parents, especially mamma, they're not easy and I have no doubt that they want to..." Then Pappa interrupts, softly saying: "That's gonna take more time? 'Cause she is starting to get irate" and smiles at us while mocking "scared puppies" then said: I've missed seeing you like this. Raphael said: "two minutes pappa". Meanwhile pappa looked at us while apparently having a self-conversation: Pappa: been so long for them and what's to come into their life is not going to be easy; so much fighting to preserve pure souls: so far they're the key... Then he went into the living room. Raphael looks at me with a scared face as if expecting a bomb to blow soon and said: "I know it's been too much; what we talked yesterday and now my parents, if you feel like you need some time just hold my hand and I'll take you out of there. "Mike, you think Sandra is 'gonna hold on?" Michael turns to Sandra and said: "It's not gonna be easy, just let her talk and bite your tongue; It's gonna be easier for us than for them. Michael looked at us apologizing and said "Sorry pal but you know it is. After all you're her baby.". This is turning into a charade...what is going on with this family? is this woman ready to transform into a monster, a demon, what's up? "Her baby? Ja! I can guarantee he is NOT A BABY but a whole man so relax, we're not kids I can do this, can you?" I said while looking at them. Raphael replied: "With you I can". He then caressed his nose with mine while looking into my eyes letting me know that I'm his, I'm his life and certainly, distracting me from what was to occur at the living room. Then, a kiss, it was so different from the others we've shared. It's like his fear, just like on the stories I've read (ok I'm a werewolves fan so don't hate me!) but it's something different like when you are informed about a hurricane or a twister to arrive near you when the last one you lived was a few days ago! That king of fear, and I can feel him; he's fighting so much with something; maybe about everything we talked yesterday, maybe I shouldn't have told him about J, something is bothering him and I don't like that. Sandra took us out of that dark cloud by pushing us out of the kitchen saying: "while kissing you won't be able to deal with your parents so let's go because I have a life to enjoy, I want to go shopping". Have I told you how much she loves going shopping, sometimes I think she works just to buy stuff! We left the kitchen holding hands, two couples getting ready to die on battle because of their love. Like Mulan and her prince fighting together, hand in hand. That's how I saw it. ---- Once at the living room we sat together. Such a beautiful place, with a great city view, comfy seats, well decorated and now a war zone... ha! a meeting among Alphas from different clans. At the sofa: Sandra and I right in the middle and the guys beside each of us, holding our hands. At the love seat: His parents, Pappa smiling about to crack into a joyful laugh I had to look over searching for the clowns, when I noticed I had to smile too; Raphael understood and a little curve appeared on his lips although his defenses were tight. Mamma moved and I had to see into her eyes. A headache starting to pound my left side. Ok here we go! Mamma was scanning all of us, like an owl in the night and when she noticed that Raphael was not dropping his defenses she said: "Sandra, Mike is like a son to us, I've known him since he wore diapers and I consider you are not the person that I would like for him; but he is not the angel that I saw growing up nor am I to decide the persons he can meet, go out or whatever relationship you have....Which is?" Sandra immediately was mad at her attitude, she doesn't like being told what to do and all the tension in the room was enough for her to take a deep, very deep breath and bite her tongue while squeezing Mike's hand. Michael barely understood what was being asked due to the pain inflicted to his hand but he said: "She's my love, my woman." we looked at him with open mouths and big shocked eyes, totally stunned with the news. While looking at us Pappa said: "because of their faces seems like you are the only one who knows that?". Michael raised Sandra's hand to show a bracelet with which he said to her... "I've not gifted any woman, EVER any type of jewelry, please accept me or at least give us the opportunity to meet each other in a much personal, um, emotional concept? I had to smile for that comment "much personal? Is There Something Much Personal To What I've Heard?". Sandra looks at him with shiny eyes and nods in agreement. I'm in shock, Isn't this the same one that's always saying: "I don't need a relationship, I don't want a relationship, I don't want a person to bother me with jealousy..." blah blah blah. Mamma talks again: "so you're finally, are you trying a new technique taking it longer than 2 months?" Michael laughs and say: "I want to try it and if she also wants it...let's see" Raphael laughs and comments: "my friend, you are getting old but I'm proud it is her...I know better than that she will be THE ONE and ONLY." I am watching everybody...suddenly it feels like we're relaxing I have a feeling like if there is some kind of...peace? There is something going on but at least mamma's face is not as harsh....thank you Michael. A few laughs and comments were said which I didn't get since I'm hawking my soon to be attacker. Boy that woman has a talent, she can change her mood within seconds...and she is coming for me. I had to stop Raphael who's making circles at the palm of my hand. I am silently fighting him to stop playing with my hand when she said: "I have access to a lot of information..." she started "...and I am not gonna let my son be seen with just anyone". I had to interrupt: "ma'am your son is big enough to decide who he's seen with, that's not your decision". I hate those mothers who keep declaring themselves owners of their sons! ugh it's taking their lives away! I lived that with the Spanish guy and it really is minimizing a person, lower their self esteem and decision making, thus crushing their brains into raisings. She looked at me, wide eyes, surprised that I was challenging her. Bring it on! Was my thought. "You are brave and I like it, your file is clean" she then drops a folder at the coffee table full of documents. "But there are a few blank spaces..." I took the folder, opened it and saw my documents? Copies of my birth certificate and other legal documents, recent pictures about me, Sandra, the girls? Raphael and Sandra were looking at it; wide eyes. But I'm not gonna take this; Raphael is still holding my hand and I shake it off. "A folder, my personal documents, pictures, blank spaces? What are you FBI, CIA?" while looking at her, my enemy! Everybody chuckled "I know my rights include that unless you are part of those agencies, you are NOT (while raising my voice) allowed to obtain that information! I gave no one an authorization for you to obtain it and believe me I care a damn how you did it but you are not allowed to have anything about me! I don't care if you have the money to bribe others to satisfy your... Raphael stood and carried me out of there into his room while saying to me: "hold on to yourself, relax, forget it" and we were in his room in a blink of an eye. He closed the door while holding me tightly. Out there everybody was shocked, mad at mamma and at me...after all she is an older person and I should respect that fact. +++++++ Raphael's POV It's always the same with mamma, she can't deal with the persons by what they say, she just needs to see it on her own; she has done it to each and every girlfriend/boyfriend we've had, when things turned serious. Nat is raising her voice, she's gonna crack any moment now and I don't want mamma to see her as a weak link. "Hold on to yourself, relax, forget it now" and closed my bedroom door. "It's ok now" so I place her in my bed (our bed). She's so mad that her eyes are shining and tears are lining up to escape their prison. "it's ok baby, let it go" while holding her and softly kissing her forehead. My chest hurts, seeing her like this worries me, is she going to escape again? I must make her stay, it's too much, she needs to deal with this with me, if she leaves again I don't know what might occur, what she will do...I'd rather die than living without her! "Let me go Raphael" she said with a squeaky voice. "I don't want her to see you weak" while cleaning a tear crossing her left cheek. We both sighed and I held her stronger into my chest, I want her to be protected even from my mother who has not completed her investigation yet thus she won't leave the house. "Pappa this better stop now" I sent him Pappa appeared in the room. Nat hadn't seen him so she stunned when he spoke: "dear, I know my wife is a bitch too many times but, we are a very special family and it is not about money I'm talking now; she promised that she needs to know why you came since you were doing alright back in Puerto Rico and that will conclude her worries." Nat stood up, looked at us, nodded and went into the living room. We followed her. Nat asked all of us to sit and then addressed: "Ma'am, Sandra, Michael, Raphael, sir". What I'm about to tell is something no one knows... nor my family, friends, noone back in my island and that is the reason I came here. We were all looking at her she could read it in all of us; worry, doubts, amazement to know about her so secret life. "finally she is opening up"! Then she started: My boyfriend, back where I come from drugged me, took me into a friend's house party and left me there, I was raped by five men..." She immediately turned and left the apartment... That was ten days ago. No one has seen her, she hasn't left the country but no one has heard from her, she hasn't returned to her apartment, work, gym...she just vanished! And here I am, once again sinking into alcohol, sent my family to hell and back, left the business, depressed for the loss of my loved one again... ----------------- This is the end... or should be; Now that Natalie is over. You will be able to find The Truth About Natalie, there is the answer to this craziness and well... YOU DECIDE...