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Perfection

By: RainbowBrite



"Hey Kody, wanna go campin?"

If I heard that line one more time from him I was going to knock him on his ass. Ever since the first time I'd met him, Trevor had been trying to get me to sleep with him by using that line. At 5'11", 160 lbs with long brown hair and those bright blue eyes that most women swoon over, not to mention his tanned athletic body, Trevor had come to the conclusion that he was God's gift to women. Not that I blame him for reaching this conclusion, for as I look around, I don't know too many women who wouldn't die to have a chance with him. That is, except for me. A lesbian to the core, having lost my virginity to another female, I had never been with a man sexually. I had just never felt the urge. And the fact that I had no interest in him made Trevor want me even more. Not only did he want to sleep with me for whatever reason he'd had before, but now I was a challenge. To get me into bed would inflate his ego back to where it had been before he'd met me.

As I helped him out of the bar and onto the sidewalk to walk towards my truck, he put his arm around my shoulders and leaned drunkedly against me.

"Come on Kody, when are you gonna say yes?"

I laughed at him. "Never Trevor, and the sooner you stop asking, the better off you'll be." The truth was though, he'd been so busy trying to ware me down for so long now, that I was starting to seriously think about it. I've had my share of guys interested in me before, but the more I hung around Trevor and got to know him, the more I started to think that I might actually finally say yes to him someday.

As I opened the passenger door to my truck, he leaned against it and turned around to face me.

"But I'm serious. Once you get some of this, you'll be asking yourself why you've never tried it before."

"Trevor, I don't need a taste of a drunk ass who gets kicked out of the same bar every night for starting shit with everybody. If I have to carry you out of that bar once more, I'm seriously gonna kick your ass myself."

It was his time to laugh. He knew that, even when he was drunk, there was no way I could kick his ass. I was only a few inches shorter than him at 5'9", but he had about 40 pounds of muscle on me. Not to mention the experience at fighting he had over me, being four years older.

"You can't blame me though Kody, not this time. It wasn't my fault. They were fucking with you."

"It's never your fault Trevor." I said sarcastically. And anyways, I don't need you to be my knight in shining armor every time somebody's fucking with me. I'm a big girl, 21, I can take care of myself now."

His bright blue eyes dulled a little and he gave me that famous puppy dog face that usually didn't work on me. But tonight, for some reason, I melted as soon as I saw it. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe not.

"Sorry Kody. I didn't mean to ruin your birthday."

My 21st birthday. I'd been waiting for it forever, even though they'd been serving me in bars for the last year since I'd been going there with Trevor. He hadn't ruined it though, and he knew it. He just wanted to try to be cute now.

"Trevor, it's nothing. How many other nights have you fucked up being all macho?"

He grinned, stepped up into the truck and slammed the door. "Absolutely none."

I sighed and shook my head and walked around the truck to get in the other side.

After leaving town I took the backroads to his campsite to avoid the state troopers that just loved to stop people for no reason. Trevor wouldn't stop talking the whole time. The more he talked though, the more I thought about my drastic change of heart when it came to sleeping with men. Trevor had turned on my curiosity, and every time I looked over at him in the cab, I couldn't help but wonder what those blue eyes would look like hovering above mine and if his lips would feel as soft as they looked. I shook the thoughts out of my mind as I pulled into the site and turned off the engine.

"I think I'm sober. That needs to be fixed." he said.

I climbed out of the truck and met Trevor by the door to his camper. "Right. I need to fix that too. I don't even have a buzz."

He opened the door and looked back over his shoulder with that cocky ass grin on his face that I was so used to seeing. "I can definitely fix that for you."

I punched him playfully on his arm and he feigned being hurt by it. As he stepped up into the camper, his foot caught the top step and he started to fall, but not before he'd tried to grab my arm to steady himself. He landed hard on his back and it knocked the wind out of him. When he opened his eyes, I knew what he was seeing – a very shocked pair of bright green eyes staring straight into his own eyes, since I'd landed directly on top of him when he'd fallen and taken me with him. I just laid there, on top of him, staring into his eyes. I'd never looked at his eyes this close before, and now I could definitely tell why all those women swoon over them. I was almost paralyzed. I kept trying to think of some smart ass remark that I could throw at him, but nothing came to my mind. I closed my eyes to try to block out his, but then I became overly aware of the feeling of his body pressed so closely to mine. And, as my eyes opened wide in surprise, I suddenly became aware of the feeling of his bulging crotch against me.

I finally found my words. "And you were supposed to be sober."

Neither of us laughed. We were both staring intently into each other's eyes. I felt lost. I didn't know what to do. Should I get up and pretend that I didn't feel him against me, pretend that a part of me that I didn't know even existed stirred and became aroused when I felt him growing harder against my body? Or should I just not do anything and wait for him to make a response? I was lost in what to do. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before he responded.

"Hey Kody?"

"Yeah?"

He grinned. "You wanna go campin?"

That was it, the last time I ever wanted to hear that line. I forgot what I had just felt a few moments ago and the position that I was in. "Asshole." I went to punch him again in the arm but he caught my wrist in his hand. And before I knew it, he had flipped me over onto my back, pinned both of my wrists above my head and was straddling my waist. And I thought that being on top of him was bad. Now he was on top, and we both knew that he had complete control. I closed my eyes again, afraid but also anxious at what I now knew that I was hoping would happen. I could once again feel the bulge between his legs pressing even harder against me now that he was on top. When I opened my eyes I saw he was staring at me with his head cocked to one side.

"What?"

"I was just wondering."

"About what?"

He brought his face down to within inches of mine. "If you want me to stop and let you up. Or if you want me to keep going." he whispered.

"What do you think?"

"If it was any other night, I'd say that you want me to stop. But, I don't know. There's something in your eyes, something I haven't seen in them before when you've looked at me."

"Oh yeah? What do you see in my eyes?"

He drew his face in even closer to mine. "I think…" Closer. "I see…" Closer. "Me."

His lips came in and grazed mine and I felt myself shudder with excitement. I knew that he'd felt it too. He waited only a moment for me to protest, and when I didn't, he brought his lips back, but this time placed them full and hard on mine. He let go of my wrists and brought his hands down to my face, placing them on either side and caressing my face. His hands, that had always seemed so rough and callus, were now velvet on my skin. My hands fell down to his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer to me. As his tongue parted my lips and found my own, I melted completely. I knew then there was no turning back. I felt a passion for him that I had only felt with one other person. There was nothing that would have torn me away from him then. He must have sensed my surrender. His kiss became hungrier and more urgent. Hi hands came down and slid my jacket off my shoulders, then moved down to trail under my t-shirt. He broke our kiss just long enough to raise my shirt and sports bra off above my head and place them aside with my jacket. As his lips came back to mine, his hands found my now bare breasts and nipples and teased, pinched, and kneaded them until I could take no more.

I broke off our kiss suddenly and pushed him back.

He looked at me with surprise in his eyes. There was also something in his eyes that I recognized the most – worry. It almost broke my heart seeing him upset. "Wh-what's wrong? I though this is what you wanted. You didn't-"

"Shhhh." I sat up and placed my finger over his lips. "I just couldn't handle it. That's all."

The worry in his eyes started to fade away. "I was afraid you were already having regrets."

I didn't know what to say, so I answered him with actions instead of words. I leaned in and kissed him with every ounce of passion and lust that I had in me for him. I must have gotten my message across because he returned my kiss with the same lust and passion. And in that moment, I realized something that scared me more than anything before in my life. It suddenly hit me that I was falling for Trevor, and had been for awhile now. I hadn't been out with a woman in a couple months now, which was a long time for me. And now I was doing something that I had always thought I would never have the need to do in my life. As his lips kissed me and his hands caressed me and his body pressed against me, I let my mind swim in the thoughts and feelings I was now discovering that I had towards Trevor.

Then, as suddenly as I had broke off out kiss, he did the same. It was my turn to be worried.

"What?" I asked him.

He sat back and leaned against the wall with his head down. He didn't look up as he answered me. "I can't."

More feelings rushed into my head. Was he stopping now because he had defeated me, knowing that I was his for whatever and however long he wanted? I wanted to cry, something I hadn't felt like doing in a long time. In the silence he finally looked up and saw the tears starting to swell in the corner of my eyes as I looked at him.

He quickly came closer to me and wiped the tears away that were now running down my face. "No, no Kody don't cry. I've never seen you even come close to tears before, and I'd hate to think that I'm the only one that can make you that sad."

I looked deep into the blue of his eyes, desperately seeking an answer. "What's wrong with me?"

He looked worried again, then understanding as he came in and wrapped his arms around me. "Kody nothing. Nothing is wrong with you. You're fucking perfect. Why do you think I've been after you for so long? You're amazing, not only in what you look like, but who you are. I spend my whole day waiting for you to come and hang out with me so I can see you just one more time. I don't know what I would have done if you wouldn't have shown up one of those days. Probably would have gone mad with jealousy thinking about whoever you were around instead of being with me. I'm never like this, I mean saying what I feel, ever. You know that, so please believe me when I tell you this, you are perfect."

I couldn't understand. "Then why-"

"Why did I stop?"

I only nodded my head.

"Because I can't do this. Not now anyways. Not in this camper when we're both, even though we won't admit it, not completely sober enough to realize exactly what's goin on. I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be perfect, like you."

This time the tears that came weren't tears of sadness. He knew but still wiped them away for me. We helped each other up and over to the bed where we laid down and he wrapped me again in his arms.

"Kody, I know that everybody sees me as a player, and I am. But not with you. I don't want to play anymore, I want this. I want you."

"For how long?"

"Forever."

I closed my eyes tight, blocking out some of the thoughts I knew were coming. I didn't want to think about anything but me and Trevor. I didn't want to think about how everyone was going to react when I told them. I didn't want to think about how we were supposed to hold onto a relationship when we were both so completely set in our ways. I didn't want to think about anything except for the protecting arms that were wrapped around me and the iron turned to velvet man that was softly nuzzling his face against my neck to go to sleep. Because life at that exact moment, was, perfect.

Perfection



J-Lo, Jennifer Lopez, was horny. Very horny. She was alone at her house, and wanted someone now. So she decided to go out and pick up a guy, shoudn't be hard, I mean, she was J-Lo, godess of music, and one of the sexiest women alive. So she got a black mini skirt, and left a bra off, and put on a silk black thong, and went out.

John had gone down to the club and was having a good time. He was ruggedly handsome, with a air of confidence that drove the ladies wild. And he could talk to anybody, or so he thought. He glanced up, and was almost blinded by the sight of his deepest fantasy, Jennifer Lopez, come seductivly walking by. He nearly fainted, and decided he absoulutly HAD to go talk to her. He would kill himself if he didn't. So he screwed up his courage, and slowly made is way over to her. He was going good, and then she glanced at him and motioned for him to sit down. He was on Cloud 9, he coudn't belive it! J-Lo had asked HIM to sit down. So he went over, and introduced himself. He already had a hard-on from just being near her. They talked for about five minutes, When she leaned over the table, showing of her cleavage, and whispered,

"I'm the most horny I have been in years."

and then reached over and stroked his pecker! He was shocked, and she grinned wickedly when she felt his massive organ go absolutly rigid. She motioned for him to follow her, and of course he did. John was still in shock as he followed the most amazing ass anywhere, no questions asked. They got in her car, and sped out to her house. J-Lo leaned over, kissed him fiercly, and told him to wait at the bottom of the stairs till she called him. She went upstairs, and he imediatly started rubbing his erection, which had reached its full 10". He was tring to stay cool, when he heard her call from upstairs. He raced up, and saw her at the end of the hall, in nothing but the thong, and she motioned to come get her. He was beyond amazment as he eyed up and down her lucious body, inhaling every curve. He could barly walk becasue of his dick, but he did, and followed her into a dim room, where she was laying on the bed. 

She licked her lips, and he urgently stripped down, and was in his boxers when he made it to her bed. She pulled him down, and they despratly kissed, probing their tounges deep in their throats, he was squeezing her ass, and moaning as they frenched in total bliss. He slide his tounge down her neck, and kissed onto her breasts, which were peaked and ripe for sucking. He dropped his face into her cleavage, and then greedily sucked each nipple. While doing this, his hands slide under her thong, and he rubber her ass, which seemed freshly shaved, so smooth and perfect. She was moaning loudly, begging for release. He took his right hand, and brought it around front to work her tight soaking pussy, and left his other hand on her ass. She screamed, and he stuck three fingers into her pussy just as she came. She came hard, multiple times, and their bodies were coated in sweat. He stripped her thong off, and practicly passed out when he saw her pussy. It has been said that J-Lo had the best ass in the world, and that was probobly true, but she had the most gorgeous, sexy, hot fuck ready pussy he had ever seen. It was, without a doubt, perfect, indescribable. She grabbed his head, and pulled it onto the object of passion. He licked her pussy and slide a finger in her ass. He stuck his tounge deep inside her, and she groaped at his cock, which was more erect than it had ever been, throbbing, needing to be fufilled, but all he wanted to do was suck the wonderfull cunt. He licked in and out, fingered up and down, and in no time, he brought J-Lo to another mind-numbing orgasm. She gasped for breath, panting with passion, and said it was the hardest she ever came. And she was gonna repay him. A gleem came into her eye, and she dropped down to his giant pecker. 

In one gulp, she deep throated all 10" of him, and then sucked it as hard as humanly possible, He moaned and wailed as he was orally satisfied beyond belief. His pecker had been ingored so long, that he orgasmed violently hard, and she sucked it all down. Mountains of cum spurted from his cock, and got every drop. He pulled out of her mouth, and then he still had enough to coat her boobs in his hot sperm. Then he made her suck her own boobs clean, and sat back and watched her lick his sweet honey off her hot tits. He was hard again by the time she was done. Then he fufilled another of every mans dreams. He turned her over, possitioned himself over her ass, lubbed his dick her her pussy juice, and slid into her ass. He pumped and shook her as hard as he could, and they both cried out in intinse pleasure. He thought he could jam into that marvolus butt for days, but the thought of the perfect cunt still called. He reached around and twisted her nipples, and exploded into another tidel wave of cum. He shot all of it deep in her ass. She cried in pain and arousal, sweat poured off their hot bodies. John rolled her back over, and gently kissed her lips. She pulled his head over to her ear, and seductivly whispered she wanted him to pound her cunt like a wild man. At this his cock alomst immediatly jumped back up to fufill her need.

He slide his cock along the outside of her soaked pussy, and she moaned like a animal. Then, he reared back, and in one blinding motion jackhammered into her pussy. She screamed as loud as he had ever heard anyone scream, and she lifted up to meet his oncoming humps, and pulled at his hair and moaned like never before. They madly humped like dogs for what seemed like days, eternities, but in reality was 5 long amazing minutes of extreme passion. They both yelled out, and orgasmed at the same time, and in exhastion she fainted into his arms, and he into hers.

He woke up before she did, and marvled at his incridible time. He wrote his number down and laid it on the bed side table, kissed her gently on the lips, patted her ass, and walked out.



Perfection



I feel your breath on my skin, but I turn away. Your nearness disturbs me. I seem to feel the heat of you even though I know I can't possibly. Until we touch you're perfect...I'm perfect. No scars, no disappointments. Perfection. 

I see you again...you try to catch my eye, as if you want to say something. But I turn away, pretending not to see. I want you, and for now the wanting is enough. It shortens my breath and pulls at things deep inside of me.

We meet in doorways and hallways for weeks. Each time I see you I feel a shock to my heart and my breath stutters. I can barely speak to you, but it doesn't seem to matter. You talk to me anyway. We laugh and talk and part. Each meeting winds the tension in my chest tighter and tighter. I feel as if one more chance meeting, one more innocent comment will make me fly apart into a million pieces. And then for the first time we touch...accidentally. Electric shock causes us to jerk back, and we laugh. A spark you say, and I agree. Then I agree to meet you for a drink. You smile on parting, and I forget to breath...I want you. Do you want me?

Getting ready is almost impossible. I know what I want to happen, but don't truly expect it to happen. And despite my desire I'm uncertain as to how the night will unfold. Taking a deep breath I choose my clothes for comfort and confidence. Tight, but comfortable jeans and a green silk shirt that caresses my body with each move I make. Underneath it all simple black cotton panties and bra. At least they match.

The bar is close and loud, and I don't see you. I'm suddenly terrified. I almost turn to leave but suddenly you are in front of me reaching down to take my hands. And just as suddenly I feel a flash of heat burn away my fear and find the courage to look up at you. All the air rushes out of my chest and I feel as if the people around us are impinging. I want you all to myself. 

We find a dark corner and relax into it. Despite the newness and nearness, you seem to have no need to fill the silence with emptiness. A barmaid takes our drink order and returns almost unnoticed by me. All I can really see is you. The weeks of seeing each other has worn the edges of acquaintance off almost into friendship. It's enough to sit here quietly, side by side, almost touching. Almost.

You turn to me and smile. I meet your eyes, but can't smile back. I can't move. You're too close.

You frown uncertainly. I'm not giving you the responses you expect. You cock you head to the side and ask me if everything is ok. Trembling, I barely manage to nod my head yes. But everything isn't ok. It's too much. I want you too much. But I'm too afraid to make a move.

You stare at me for a moment, and then I can see you come to a decision. Suddenly you lean into me, and match your lips to mine. Surprised I still expect you to rush in and capture my mouth. Instead you stop, your mouth a breath away from mine. Staring into your eyes I drown in your pupils, seeing nothing but my own eyes reflected there. As light as a leaf settling onto the surface of a still pool you touch you lips to mine. I can scarcely feel your touch, and yet it is the only thing I can feel at all. I close my eyes and lean into you ever so slightly. You meld your mouth more closely to mine. I can feel a heart racing, and we're so close that I can't tell whether it is your heart or mine. It doesn't matter.

Slowly you sweep your tongue across my lips, teasing along the edges but not yet seeking entrance. Your hands slide into my hair. Its almost as if I can feel your caress along each separate strand of hair. I slide my hands from your chest up to your jaw, despite the cool scent of your after shave, I can feel the slight rasp of stubble along your chin. I move my hands to the back of your neck and press closer, finally opening up to you. Again expecting you to take more control, you seduce instead of plunder. Your tongue slips in and you begin to caress each of my teeth separately. 

Every slide, every caress makes my heart beat faster. As we press closer together you edge us deeper into the shadows of our booth. The noise of the crowded bar around us has faded into the background and no longer truly registers with me. Everything is focused on now, your heat and your touch, and the response I don't even want to hide. You slide your hands from my jaw and down my neck and to my shoulders. Your touch is so light it should seem tentative, but it doesn't. Everywhere your fingers trail over the silk of my blouse, my skin burns. I feel like I should be glowing incandescently in the shadows. My hands slide from your neck to your back, tracing the length of your spine I feel you shiver and tense.

Almost beyond my awareness, the throbbing music of the club takes up a deeper tempo. Responding to it, you deepen the kiss even more. Then suddenly you pull back. Before I can react you grasp my hand and pull me out of the safe, dark booth and onto the dance floor. I freeze, I don't know what to do. Then your arms are around me and our bodies are swaying to the music. I can feel the bass line working its way into my heartbeat. Your heartbeat is taking on the same rhythm. I look up into your eyes. In the dimness of the club I can's see their color, only the gleam of your pupils. You pull me closer and start us moving more deliberately. Instead of merely swaying to the music we are propelled by it. Each movement builds the friction between us higher and higher.

Suddenly the music stops and I freeze. Without it's impetus I can't seem to make myself move. You look down at me and I meet your eyes only with difficulty. Despite the relative dimness of the club you pupils have contracted down almost to pinpoints. Slowly you step back, releasing me until you hold only my hand. Your thumb rubs gently along my pulse, causing it to jump again. Feeling my reaction you smile, utterly sure of me and yourself. Walking slowly backwards, you lead me off the floor. I expect you to lead us back to our dark, safe booth but you don't. Turning without releasing my hand you pull me towards the door.

For a moment I panic. I know what you want, or at least I think I do, and I want it too. But nothing until this moment has been too far. We're still perfect to each other. Nothing that has passed has been irrevocable. If we take this walk, alone and end up together, everything will change. I want you, and I want to believe that you want me. I do believe you want me. But until we've gone those last few steps, we haven't gone too far.

Sensing my reluctance, you pull me into the shadows beside the club. Pressing me against the wall you look down at me and smile. This time it is a gentle smile. You can feel my doubts swarming in the air between us. I open my mouth to say something, without knowing what I can say, but you still my lips with a gentle finger. Calming slightly I center myself and gaze up at you. Still smiling you lean down to kiss me and this time you do plunder my mouth. Every bit of your concentration is on our connection and I suddenly feel as if I'm burning from the inside out. Everything before this, every trembling moment has been nothing to the conflagration of the senses that I feel. Things deep inside me tighten and pool in to molten heat and suddenly your holding my entire weight against you chest. And I know you want me, I can feel you against my stomach, full and tight against the front of your jeans. I reach down and brush gently across you. You shudder and draw back.

"If you do that we won't make it home," you say with laughter vibrating under your words.

I look up at you smiling, and at last I believe. "So lets go home then."

I can hardly remember anything else until we reach the door of the apartment building, where we both fumble breathlessly for our keys. Laughing you manage to pull yours out first but fumble it from your trembling fingers and you try to put it in the lock. While you feel around on the ground looking up at me with laughing eyes I pull my key out and open the door. With the light from the lobby shining out you find your key and stand up. 

"Your place or mine?"

The impetus once again on me I almost freeze. Then I make the safe choice. "Yours." If someone leaves at the end it will be me. I won't have to watch you walk away.

You smile down at me and I melt a little more at the understanding in your eyes. Still smiling you reach down and take my hand and lead me to the elevator. As soon as the door closes behind us you pull into your arms and take my mouth again. Its still sweet but now there's nothing slow about it. The fire in the pit of my stomach which had begun to bank a little flared to life hotter than ever. Within seconds I am breathlessly hanging in your arms barely able to stand. 

The bell of the elevator reaching your floor is all out of proportion loud and clanging in my head. And he soft shushing of the opening elevator doors and inrush of air from the hall feels like a gale wind. Each and every sensation and impression is exaggerated and exhilarating. I can almost taste my jumping pulse at the back of my throat. I close my eyes and hold my breath, leaning back for a moment. 

Pulling away from me, you reach down and take my hand. Walking backwards with your eyes always on my face you lead me off the elevator and down the hall. Your apartment is at the end. Despite my desire and the weight of my decision I begin to tremble the closer we come to your door. Finally reaching it, you lean back and pull me once more into your arms. As we meld closer together I can feel the evidence of your arousal, unabated even with the distance traveled from where we started. But still you are gentle. Putting you hand under my jaw, you raise my head up so I meet your eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Trembling harder I nod my head. I can't seem to speak.

You shake yours and repeat, "Are you sure? I need to hear you say it before we go any further."

Pulling back slightly, I swallow an try to wet my suddenly dry lips. Your gaze tracks down my face and lingers on my lips. Finally managing to moisten my mouth enough I whisper only one word. 

"Yes."

Your smile was incandescent. Reaching into your pocket you fumble out the key and try to get it in the lock without looking. Your eyes still on my mouth you miss the lock completely and the key skips out of your hand and clatters to the floor. The expression of chagrin on your face loosens the knot in my chest enough that I can laugh. I kneel down and reach for the key, ending up on my knees before you with my one hand resting on your hip and the other reaching across the floor between your legs. 

My hand groping across the floor after the key I find myself face to zipper with you. I can see the evidence of your desire straining against its confines. Smiling I lean forward just far enough to brush my lips across you. Your knees buckle slightly and your back thumps against the door. Smiling up at you I lean in and brush my lips across you again. You strain tighter against the confines of your zipper and start to breath more deeply, almost panting. I want you. You want me. Perfection.

My groping hand finally touches the key. Smiling I stand up and reach beside you to put the key in the lock. Even though you're still leaning, weak kneed against the door I turn the knob and give it a slight push. Your weight opens the door and forces you to take a stumbling step backwards. I stare up at you smiling. Even caught off guard and stumbling you are graceful. Laughing you pull me through the doorway, then push me back against it closing it with my weight. Then you lean down and take my mouth with yours. There's no hesitation this time, no giving me a choice. You take my mouth, I feel like you are consuming me.

Almost desperate for the touch of you skin I start tugging at the hem of your shirt and you pull back laughing. Looking down at me you grin and pull your shirt off. You're not perfect, but neither am I. It doesn't matter, when we touch I feel perfect. The heat of your skin under my hands makes me burn even hotter. You start to unbutton my shirt, all the while kissing me as if you are trying to meld our mouths together. Wanting more than anything to feel my chest against yours I impatiently brush your hands away and yank on my shirt, popping the last few buttons off. You look down and my plain black cotton bra and laugh. I blush for a moment, then smile. Its not exactly the type of lingerie you where planning on seduction, but then again I wasn't planning anything. 

Reaching behind me I unclasp myself and free my breasts. You reach out and gently cup them running your rough thumbs over my suddenly throbbing nipples. Gasping I reach up and pull your face down to mine for another consuming kiss, all the while you keep stroking me and winding me tighter. Each brush of your wonderfully calloused thumbs pulls at things deep inside of me as if there's an electric line running from my breasts to my pussy. I can feel myself growing wetter than I've ever been before. And suddenly I've had all I can take. 

Gasping and unable to take anymore I release your mouth and push you back. It doesn't matter where it is your bed is too far away. The rug in front of your couch looks plenty soft enough for me. Pushing you back another couple of steps I kneel down and reach for you zipper. Pulling it carefully out from your body I tug it down with one hand and reach inside for another. You are more than ready for me springing into my hand and oozing a drop of pre-cum into my palm. Smiling smooth my hand over your cock and stroke it up and down, feeling you tighten even further beneath my hands. I look up at you smiling but you look down at me with an expression close to pain. You reach down and pull me up to you and seal you lips to mine again, then you push me back a step and unbutton my jeans and yank them and my underwear down in one almost violent movement. You reach down cup my mound and that's all it takes to bring me to a shuddering halt on the edge of climax. Now its our turn to smile as you step back and kick off your shoes and unbutton your jeans. I reach out and push them and your boxers down and step out of them pulling me into our arms. Then you kneel and take me down with you.

You lean back and pull me onto your lap so that I'm straddling your knees. I can feel you brushing against me and I shiver uncontrollably. Leaning into your embrace I reach down between us and push you against me. You gasp and push my hand aside, dipping two fingers into my soaking wet slit. You stroke my pussy lips for a moment and then brush lightly over my clit. The pleasure is so intense I stiffen and hover on the edge of orgasm. Leaning in I capture your lips this time and plunder your mouth. Trying to capture, taste, and caress every nuance of your passion. You kiss me back and our tongues duel while you caress every part of me you can reach and I return the favor. Each sliding caress of tongues and hands leaves a stinging trail of pleasure on my skin. I can only hope you feel the same. The press of your chest against mine causes two lines of tensions to span between my nipples and my pussy. Gasping I come to a small climax and freeze.

You reach behind me and grab my ass grinding me against you. Enough is enough. I reach down and grasp your cock and press the head against my entrance. I'm so wet that you slide in with almost no resistance. You lean back and I lean forward sinking further onto you feeling you slide home into the deepest part of me. Perfection. The heat and size of your are perfect. Rising up slightly I come back down and start to ride you. Each movement sliding your within me sparks of such intense pleasure that it's at once a struggle to keep moving instead of sinking down and collapsing into your embrace or start moving so fast I race to the finish line. But I control my self and keep to the same slow, rocking pace. Perfection should be savored. 

I ride you slowly, with as much control as I can muster up. Each time I reach the apex of my ride you brush gently over my clit. Each time you strain my control to the limits. Each time I sink entirely onto you I can feel you throbbing and pulsing inside of me. The heat of you and the feel of you more right than anything I've ever felt before. You fill me completely. Its all that I can do to keep moving at the same deliberate pace and its almost killing me. From the look on your face its killing you too. 

Every movement winds the spring in my stomach tighter. I clench my pussy around you and you grunt. I can feel each curve and vein of you rubbing against the most intimate part of me. Suddenly you wrap your arms around me pulling me down for another kiss and roll us over so that I'm on the bottom and you are seated deep inside of me. You raise up above me and smile down. Placing your hands on either side of my face you raise up even further and slide yourself until only the tip of your cock is inside me.

With a movement at once gentle and surprisingly powerful you thrust your entire length into me. Then you pull almost completely out and thrust in again. Each smooth, powerful movement slides your cock over every pleasure point, my entire body begins to tingle and burn even hotter. It seems as if the drops of sweat beginning to fall off of you should sizzle when they hit my flesh. I wrap my legs round you and pull you even deeper into my embrace. Each thrust brushes the tip of you against the deepest part of me. Its unbelievably perfect. You continue to drive into me, each movement causing the tension in my body to wind tighter and almost unbearably tighter. The look on your face is utter concentration bordering on pain. I can tell it won't be much longer until you come. Its enough, with one last gasping breath the tension inside of me pulls to the breaking point and I shatter into a million pieces. At almost the same moment you thrust into me as deep as you can go and collapse your weight onto me shuddering in your own climax. 

After a few moments of heavy breathing you roll to the side taking me with you, still connected. With shaking fingers you brush the hair away from my face and lean down to kiss me gently, almost chastely on the lips. Then you whisper one word into my ear.

"Perfection."



Perfection



Grant was rushing around, trying to get ready as quick as he could. He was determined not to be late for their date tonight. He'd booked this restaurant months in advance, knowing it was her favourite and it'd be packed out. Valentines is always like that, but he wasn't such a cynic like all of his friends.

He thought Valentines Day was just another excuse to be romantic and treat your loved one how they deserve. Jessica meant the world to him and even though they'd only been going out about six months, he knew she was a keeper. 

Jessica was a 19-year-old stunner that he met at the Library. He was working there at the time on a cold, blustery day and she asked for a particular book they didn't have in stock; he can't remember which, some biology textbook. She caught his eye and there was frisson between them. He couldn't find her again whilst he continued working, but as he was leaving for the night she was packing up her things. He went over to help her and as they got talking, Grant invited her for a coffee. You know the rest of the story from there. Grant always jokes that he was immediately attracted to her spellbinding figure but knows full well that it was the dark sultry intelligence that smoked behind her hazel eyes. Her mid length brunette hair was always immaculate and more than often held up by some intricate contraption that Grant couldn't work out or two simple chopsticks, which also confounded Grant as to how they stayed there.

Grant said constantly that he was batting above his average, but he got his fair share of female attention; standing 6'2 in socked feet and with a slender figure, he always thought he was in good shape. Never an overly keen sportsman in school, Grant found other ways to keep fit like regular exercise and eating well. He was proud of his body and baring a few superfluous freckles on his broad shoulders, wouldn't change anything. 

The taxi honked noisily, making him stub his toe on a chest of drawers and swear loudly. He hurriedly brushed his teeth and gurgled some mouthwash and grabbed his coat, slamming the door as he left. The cab sped through the dark city streets to Jessica's apartment in the streaming rain. They pulled up and there she was, standing on the doorstep, her make-up looking exquisite and wearing a big coat pulled up around her tightly. She ran through the rain down the stairs to the road quickly and almost dived into the cab beside Grant. The rest of the journey seemed to disappear as they talked and exchanged the usual pleasantries; they were both surprised when they arrived at the restaurant in what seemed like no time at all. 

The maître d' took their coats and led them to their table, right next to the window to look out onto the park. The wet but brightly lit park looked like something straight from Monet's canvas, the rain streaked window giving it all a romantic impressionist verve. Grant felt like tonight was going to be perfect. 

The atmosphere in the restaurant was buzzing, everyone talking comfortably and holding hands. There was a beautiful selection of flowers around the room, each table having a single red rose placed in the middle. The soft piano music was audible but not overbearing. Perfect.

They both ordered from the small, carefully selected menu: he had a seared loin of yellow fin tuna with fennel and quail's egg, she selected duck breast with Savoy cabbage and mustard mash. 

When the food arrived, the beauty of the presentation and aromas that meandered effortlessly to their palates took them both aback. They swiftly tucked into the meals, silence descending to their table as they ate. They each tried the others dish, though neither could decide which was better. 

Grant had fallen in love with Jessica a long while ago, and to all common knowledge the feeling was more than mutual, however their relationship so far was intimate but not sexual. She said that she wasn't ready yet. Grant loved spending time with her anyway and knew that he could wait if it was necessary for her. On cold dark nights, he thought about calling an end to it, but he knew that he loved her so much that he could never do that. He knew she was worth the wait. He was a virgin as well, and like all boys wanted to get rid of it more than anything, but knew that waiting for the right girl would be worth it.

When both plates were empty, they were talking bout how long they'd been together and all the fun things they had done. All the different parties and clubs and gigs. All the different people they'd met and fun days out. The embarrassing stories arising from meeting the others parents. They could barely notice the rest of the world, let alone the rest of the room. Everyone in the restaurant was doing the exact same: hand holding over the table, plates pushed to one side, all talking in soft hushed voices. 

As time wore on, as much as no one wanted the night to finish, people began to leave. Grant and Jessica just kept talking and talking until they were one of the last ones there. As they realised the time was past eleven, they decided to call it a night. Asking for the bill and for the bar staff to call a taxi for them, Grant gave the maître d' a generous tip and thanked him for a perfect evening. 

As they slid into the taxi together, Jessica turned to Grant and kissed him deeply and passionately, taking him aback slightly. He barely had time to tell the taxi driver where to go before she was on him again. Her lips crushed his as she kissed Grant with a force he'd never seen from her before. Her wandering hands went to the back of his neck and grabbed at his side. Her fingers stroked through his hair and made his spine tingle. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her back just as passionately. She leaned back, biting his lip as she leaned, just enough so it hurt a little. The driver could barely keep his eyes on the road and had to swerve a couple of times just to prevent crashing. 

As they pulled up to Jessica's flat, she leaned in close, placing her mouth next to his ear. She kissed and licked his earlobe a little, making him squirm and then said very softly, "I want to make love to you."

He turned in disbelief. 

"Now?"

"No" she said throatily, nibbling on his ear "Next week."

And with that she got out've the car and rushed to her door without looking back.

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Jessica was on Grant's mind for the whole of the next day. He wanted to call her and talk to her, but he didn't want to appear shallow and desperate; so he just carried on his day as normal.

He woke up about 9:30am, arising lazily, stretching out on his large, soft double bed. A few joints cracked as he sat up, his cock poking him lightly in the stomach. Feeling rested and relaxed and his roommate away for a couple of weeks he walked downstairs naked, switching on the Hi-Fi as he went. Talking Book blasted out: the first few bars of 'You Are the Sunshine of My Life' making him smile.

He decided he was going to head to the gym first, then shower and get some college work done.

A couple hours later, he was back at home and feeling a good burn in his muscles. He took a long hot shower to clean his body and refresh. Whilst in the shower it hit him just how big a responsibility it was to take Jessica's virginity. She wasn't saving it for marriage or anything, just for the right guy, and now she's chosen him as the right guy. Grant knew he couldn't just rush it or treat it like no big thing. He needed to think it through, make a plan and make it a night she'll remember for the rest of her life, to smile and look back on. Grant also quite wanted to make it a nice experience for him too, it being his first time. The water pounded into his back, starting to chill as he leaned against a wall and pondered. He started shivering before he realised how long he'd been in the shower. 

He wrapped himself up in his large navy dressing gown, rubbing his body down in the towelling to both dry and warm himself up. When he got upstairs, he placed the gown on the back of the door, and looked himself up and down in the mirror. He flexed and grinned at his body. After dressing Grant put on some Arcade Fire to help him get down to work and unwind. His notes looked so dull, but he knew they had to be done today, otherwise his tutor would replace his eyeballs with his testicles using a rusty spoon and then laugh at him. Metaphorically.

After an hour or so, he'd done only two pages, as all he could think about was Jessica's fabulous body writhing and flexing under his. Her strained moans catching in her throat as he made love to her. 

Grant had never actually had full penetrative sex before, but he'd fooled around with girlfriends before; him fingering her, a short unfinished handjob, him licking her. That sort of thing. He'd never had a girl bring him to orgasm before, but he seemed to be quite adept at what he was doing. He found a pleasure in cunnilingus that he found in nothing else. The taste, feeling of being between her legs, the sheer power you can have in such a submissive position. He revelled in the unadulterated bliss he found when tonguing and sucking a beautiful smooth pussy.

He gave up on his notes and decided to play watch some TV. He saw Sex and the City was on, and thought he might try and get into the female psyche a little, so settled on to watching it. After 45 minutes of Sarah Jessica Parker's character making ridiculous, childish decisions and then coming back to her girlfriends to complain and whinge in her whiney voice, he decided there must be better ways of doing it. 

The next day, he had to go to a lecture, and was determined to actually do some work after his waste of a day yesterday. He, of course, failed miserably. 

Back at home, he though about Friday night some more. An idea started to form; a brief notion of what could be good enough. 

He read some romantic stories on Literotica to try and get a bit more of an idea. He wanted to make things for her as perfect as possible. 

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As the week progressed, Grant drew more and more on the plan, adding and refining and perfecting every little detail. It got to Thursday morning and he'd finally figured out what he was going to do, what he was going to cook, what he was going to wear, everything. All he needed to do was buy the necessary ingredients for the perfect evening. 

Grant called Jessica later that day to make sure she was well and everything was still on. They discussed how their week had been and what they'd been up to. Jessica said that she'd not been able to do anything all week, all she could think about was Friday night and him. Apparently, she booked a manicure, pedicure and facial and was going to get a friend to help with her hair. Grant was ecstatic at how much she was looking forward to it, but daunted by the pressure of it all. After the phone call he realised just how big a responsibility he was taking on, but he knew he could do it. 

Friday morning finally came and luckily, Grant had no lectures or lessons. He got up bright and early and got ready for his day. After going for a jog around campus, he got his stuff ready and went out to begin his day of preparation.

The first stop was the florist, where he got a large bouquet of roses, all red. After that, he stopped into the chemist and picked up a pack of condoms and some K-Y lube, just to make sure. He then visited the local Deli where he got all the necessary ingredients for the sumptuous supper he was going to make for her. He dashed then into the local supermarket to get some extras like candles and wine and he was done.

He got all of this home and put the most of the roses into a vase full of water. He then started to tidy up the entire house and place the candles on every available safe surface. He stripped his bed and put on fresh white sheets and duvet cover, which smelled like 'blossom and black diamond' according to the softener bottle.

Time was starting to make itself known in Grant's mind as it got to around 4 o'clock. He realised he still needed to prepare and cook dinner, lay the table, light the candles and have a shower and get ready. 

After laying the table, he started to chop up his tomatoes, onions, green pepper and cucumber to make his Gazpacho soup, then seasoned his rack of lamb and put it in the frying pan to start to the cooking process before he put it in the oven. He could leave his desert till later due to the tiny amount of prep needed for it. 

Jumping in the shower Grant was starting to feel really excited and anxious thinking about what was to come that night, but more than a little apprehensive. Worrying thoughts kept flashing through his mind like, "What if I cum too fast?", "What if she doesn't cum?", "What if something goes wrong?" or, worst of all, "What if she's had second thoughts and doesn't turn up?!" He really started to fret now as he washed his body down. He had to actively think that that wasn't going to be the case, there had been too much preparation gone into that evening and he had waited too long for this not to be perfect. 

Grant started to soap up his body, starting with his right bicep and working the Lynx shower gel into lather all over his torso and shoulders. He rinsed and then put the Original Source shaving cream on his face. He like the way it felt on his skin, like it was covered in lava that being cooled by the freezing pelt of a hailstorm. It was pretty exciting he thought. He also made sure to trim his pubic hair and make sure everything was smooth and sensitive. After finally shampooing and conditioning his inch-long dark, thick hair he stepped out of the shower steaming and grabbed a towel to put around his body. 

He got dressed slowly, listening to some relaxed jazzy Aretha Franklin and trying to get into the mood. He looked at the time and realised he only had an hour left and jumped with a start. Grant started rushing and swearing repeatedly under his breath like something from Four Weddings and a Funeral. 

Running downstairs he hurried about, fiddling with lighters, trying to find one that worked. Once he found one, Grant began to light all the fifty or so lights around the house, particularly the ones in the bedroom.

Finally he had finished all the chores and jobs he needed to, it was 6 o'clock and he still had half an hour left to chill out until Jessica got there. He was dressed in a clean, ironed, crisp shirt and black chinos with his black polished shoes on. Grant looked and felt the part of his love's romantic seducer. 

Grant rose with a start when he heard the doorbell finally ring. He had a quick final glance in a mirror and rushed to the door. 

Jessica looked better than he'd ever seen her before. Her black skirt hugged her figure in all the right places, extenuating her curves, her white fitted blouse was simple and sexy; her hair had obviously been done that day in a salon. She oozed sex appeal. He invited her in, taking her coat and kissing her on the cheek. There was obviously a sexual tension between the two, but for the first time in their relationship, a sense of awkwardness was noticeable too. Grant put this down to some residual fear of what was to come and a growing excitement and eagerness for the fun to begin.

The silence was terrible, as tense as a bridge about to break, a tower to fall; unendurable in its emotion, its truth bursting to be spoken. And then, as if by an instinctive gesture, her hand reached shyly out to his. He knew she was looking up at him. He could not move his hand, and suddenly he could not keep his eyes from hers. They came together in a kiss so idyllic and yet so violent it shocked them both. They flew together, the universe swirling around them, a cacophony of silence and apocalyptic emotions running circles around their bodies, strained against each other. 

They drew apart, in awe of what just happened. Jessica started to laugh, all former sense of tension gone. They were just two people happy and comfortable to be around each other.

Grant invited Jessica to move into the kitchen. She said that everything looked and smelt wonderful and she hadn't stopped dreaming about this night all week. They chatted and drank a little wine, waiting easily for dinner to be ready. He loved looking at her, and tried to hide his awestruck glances whenever she caught his eye.

"Dinner is served"

Grant began with a starter of ice-cold gazpacho soup with homemade ciabatta croutons. He was really pleased with how this dinner had turned out as he had been thinking of it for so long. The long deep soup served to open the palate but also had enough flavour as to make it memorable through the meal. He didn't eat much, but Jessica finished hers in no time at all. 

Grant was stalling a little now, as though the meat was cooked, it needed resting before being eaten. To fill the time Grant went to change the music, putting on some smooth James Morrison. Finally the lamb was rested and able to serve. It was a breaded rack of lamb served with sautéed potatoes and a light green salad with balsamic dressing. It wasn't overly complicated, but the dish was well balanced and light. Grant and Jessica talked through the entire meal, laughing and drinking, feeling more relaxed than either had felt all week.

When both were finished, Grant cleared the plates and dishes away, putting them into the kitchen to be done at a later date. Jessica came through to the kitchen with him and when he had put all the dishes down, grabbed him from behind. She ran her hands up to his chest, leaning her body into his. Her head rested comfortably in the space between his shoulder blades as she gripped his body. His intoxicating smell encompassed her entirely, making her feel safe and warm. He always smelt good, she thought. Never too much, always a subtle scent that just added to his aura. He sighed deeply as she held him, a deep murmurating rumble that reverberated with contentment causing her to join in. She smiled. She ran her hands down his body then back up, slowly but with pressure on him. Up and down his sides and his front, between collarbone and waist, her hands explored him. Jessica changed her style a little so it was more the tips of his fingers and the heel of her hand running lengths of his torso; more and more she changed the position of her hand until it was just her fingertips. She started to vary the pressure, gradually getting from massage to caress, then harder and more vicious, using her nails and scraping them up his sides, tickling his sensitive ribs. She ended up scratching him slowly, a small impish grin upon her face as she knew she'd leave marks on his body she'd later see. He bit his teeth together loudly.

Grant grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands and span around, catching her in his arms and pressing her body to his with his lips against her ear.

"You're going to regret that."

"Oh yeah?" she replied devilishly.

He turned away without saying anything, a small grin playing across his lips without her seeing.

He carried on as if nothing had happened in silence. She didn't know what to think, had she gone too far? Had she done something she wasn't supposed to? A few moments later however, he finished putting some pots and pans away and looked her straight in the eye. He didn't say anything, didn't move anywhere, just stood holding her, looking at her. Jessica didn't know what was going on. She was about say something, but Grant just put his finger to her lips softly and smiled at her in a way that conveyed calm and contentment. The smile changed though. The finger stayed on her lips, and the smile conveyed less contentment and instilled an insinuation of lust into her mind. 

Grant swiftly grabbed Jessica to him whispered small beautiful, terrifying, corrupting nothings into her ear. The more he talked and talked, the more she wanted him. She could not hear all the words but she heard the sounds and the unmistakable sentiments of desire gush straight to her soul, tingling within her a dormant dragon of desire that sparked a fuse running directly to her erogenous mind. 




Perfection



Her body struggled as if to get away, but her intentions were actually to feel Grant closer to her than ever. Her petite writhing body clinging to his, her gasps of yearning enticing Grant only further to tease and excite her.

And then he stopped and stepped back. 

Coming back forward, with a quick kiss on the forehead, he grinned and told Jessica 

"Told you you'd regret it."

Jessica was flabbergasted. Her mouth flapped in disgust and shock. He laughed and said he was joking and kissed her full on the lips. She didn't respond immediately, not noticing what had happened, still in shock about the rebuke. Soon she was all over him again, her hands roaming over his back, his neck, his sides when he reaches down and grabs her wrists. He walks her backwards, crossing the small kitchen in a few steps. As her back touches the tall fridge behind her, Grant raises her hands above her head. He puts one hand in front of the other so he can hold both wrists simultaneously and keep her stretched and on her toes before him. He kept his luxurious assault upon her lips constant, his tongue sporadically stabbing into her mouth, flicking at hers, enticing it to respond. 

Her body pulled against his grip as he held steady on her hands; her incessant strugglings towards him making him hotter.

With his free hand he caressed and touched every part of her: her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips. Her moans coloured the air with a luxurious purple lust, her breathing all encompassing. Jessica's knees were going weak, yet her protestations were unheeded. Finally Grant let up with his gropes and caresses of her; she struggled to regain use of her locomotive functions. Finally able to stand and see straight ahead of her Jessica grabbed Grant's hand a dragged him towards the stairs.

They rushed up the stairs to Grant's room but once Jessica opened the door, she stood in stasis bewildered by the glowing candles, fresh roses, new bedspread and the enticing scent of jasmine, ylang-ylang and vanilla that shone out to her, calling her into their romantic embrace. She walked into the dimly lit room slowly, taking in the detail of what her lover has done for her. She realises then why she wants to give herself to Grant. Jessica turns to him and holding him in her arms, whispers "Thank you" lightly in his ear before kissing and flicking her tongue over his earlobe. The kiss that followed left them both gasping, 

Grant turned Jessica around and told her to just relax and enjoy herself.

His light touches went from behind her ears trailing down to her neck, her shoulders, continuing to her collarbone; his feather-light caresses making her tingle and shake as his fingers moved to the top button of her blouse as she tried to control herself. He nuzzled softly into her hairline, kissing more elegantly than she knew possible, as his darting fingers made light work of her blouse till it was covering her up not at all and his fingers could explore every morsel of flesh on offer.

She attempted to turn into him, but he cut her off immediately saying again to relax and just enjoy it adding that she trust him completely. Grant was smiling to himself through this whole event unfolded before him. He took off his own shirt quietly, all the while paying attention to her every breath and movement, making sure her every whim was being acted upon. He undid every one of her buttons tantalisingly slowly; her black lacy bra remaining stoic only momentarily, being undone with one swift movement and soon joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, freeing her pert firm 34C breasts.

Once he had removed her top half clothes, his fingers delicately traced the waistband of her cotton skirt, moving gracefully over her abs and doing laps around her navel in slow luxurious motions. 

Two of his fingers on each side worked their way under her elasticised band holding up the skirt and gently shimmied the skirt past her hips and over her taut pale bottom. The cotton shield to her curvaceous body fell to the floor silently but it felt as if a metaphorical iron curtain had crashed down. The possibilities that were now available made Grant tingle. All that was left were the tight black French knickers that matched her bra; he left them on, both to the relief and disappointment of Jessica. Distracted by these thoughts, his fingers stopped their incessant meanderings across Jessica's flesh; noticing this she took her opportunity and span catching Grant with her lips. He was startled, but didn't fight her advances, revelling the active side of her. She kissed him softly, teasing him to kiss her back but as soon as he did, she instantly pulled away. After doing this two more times she let herself wallow in the deep satisfaction of their combined lust and gave herself to the kiss. She was still feeling playful and after a few minutes took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled away giggling impishly. 

Jessica's hands grabbed and touched Grant's firm body all over, desperately snatching at his chest. In a moment of clarity through the mist of desire, Jessica dropped quickly to her knees and started undoing the belt around his waist. Grant gasped at her sudden forwardness, not knowing how to react as this wasn't part of his plans. Soon, the belt was undone, the button open, the fly down and the freshly pressed trousers by Grant's ankles. 

All stopped. Jessica realised that this was the last point when she could walk out of here and call it all off. The silence was deafening as they stared each other in the eyes, knowing exactly what the other was thinking and knowing that it was identical to their own thoughts. 

Grant said softly "If you don't want to, we don't have to..."

Jessica took a deep breath and said confidently "No, I want this." grabbing his swelling dick through his tight black boxer-briefs. 

"Good." Was growled back at her. 

She hooked her fingers into the waist of his underwear and brought them down slowly, making sure her nails scratched down his muscular thighs all the way. She was shocked and delighted when she saw that his crotch wasn't just a mess of hair, but was trimmed and had a nicely shaved package. His cock sprang out towards her face, catching her by surprise but exciting her tenfold. 

When Grant stepped out of the mess of clothes at his feet, he took a step closer to her as she was kneeling before him, her breasts pressing firmly against his thighs. She did the first thing she thought of and took it in her hand strongly and put him in her mouth as fast as she could. 

Grant moaned a little then touched her hand and told her "No, do it softer, slower. Try to enjoy it."

So she tried again, starting with just her hands. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of his quivering member, making sure never to touch the same bit twice, testing how difference levels of speed and pressure affect Grant's reactions.  

She moved her fingers down towards his balls and felt around the drooping skin and watched it tighten under her ministrations. The firm testicles apparently were very sensitive judging by Grant's reactions. 

Seeing that some fluid had collected at the tip, she tentatively flicked her tongue out to taste it. She didn't dislike what she tasted and went back for more, more interested in replicating the lusty groan that just echoed around the large room. Getting more confident she put the bulbous head into her mouth and sucked a little, running her tongue around and around. 

Grant's fingers traced past her ears and worked their way into her hair, pulling her closer. She moved her mouth as far down as she could, getting a good three inches of his thick cock until he hit the back of her mouth and she gagged a little. She used a repetitive motion of going up and down slowly, sucking all the while and her tongue flicking devilish patterns on the underside of him. 

He croaked something, then cleared his voice and said "take it out of your mouth and lick my balls a little".

She did as he said, eager to please. She decided that she liked doing this for him for two reasons, firstly she enjoyed being told what to do and servicing him like this and exploring her more submissive side, but conversely, she enjoyed doing it because in this position she actually wielded a lot of power over Grant. 

She started by licking slowly around the smooth, shaved testicles, outlining them with her tongue, eliciting small growling moans from Grant. Her hand trailed up his tensed thigh, slowly snaking towards his throbbing member lying obscenely on the side of her face as she licked looking directly into the eyes of her lover. Jessica grasped his cock in her small fist, first soft then gradually increasing the pressure until she had a vice-like grip around the base of his cock. She started to pump up and down the shaft sensuously all the while sucking lightly on his balls; Grant was in a carnal heaven known only to him, lost in the gratuitous pleasure this beautiful woman was graciously allowing him.

She ceased all movement for a moment, causing Grant to look down to see if all was well. All he found was his mistress' gleaming eyes and mischievous smirk.

Within seconds of this, she restarted her metronomic pleasuring of his cock, up and down, up and down, all without stopping eye contact.

All too soon he felt the familiar tingle that zoomed from the balls of his feet straight to his shoulder blades, returning back via his side ribs and tickling his tensed calves. 

He knew he would have to end this small section of the evening's delights, despite its quality being tantamount to perfection.

Grant pulled himself from Jessica's warm, moist, willing mouth with great difficulty, Jessica too engulfed in her task and his body enjoying her ministrations fully. He pulled her up his body gently, his hands tucking ergonomically where her head met her neck, drawing her towards a kiss that neither would likely forget soon. Grant's overflowing lust that stemmed from his exquisite blowjob showed itself through his animalistic kiss, dominating tongue and occasional not-so-gentle bites he would deal out. They lay lying atop one another but soon Grant had wrestled his way so he as kneeling between her spread legs, all that remained were the now damp black panties acting as a cotton imprisonment for her fiery womanhood.

Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her tight, musky underwear, Grant got his face as close as possible to Jessica's encased jewel; so close all he could smell was her, so close all she could sense was the cool rush of air moving away from her as he breathed in through his nose and the warm breeze that sent shivers to her cerebral cortex. His light tugging upon her underwear reminded her what was happening and she raised her hips from the cool white sheets so Grant could slide her panties over her smooth milky fleshy arse. When he had finally pulled them past her long legs he was pleasantly surprised to see she had trimmed all of her pubic hair into an alluring V; an arrow head that directed in a less than subtle manner where his attentions should now be invested. Her pinkening flesh captivated him as he knew never before. The slightly raised mound protruding invitingly from her natural bodyline enticed Grant to taste. 

Instead, he drew back, eliciting a disappointed mewl from Jessica, starting by kissing her shapely thighs travelling in the direction of her feet. The further Grant moved from her sex, the more she wriggled and writhed attempting to tempt him to her pleasure centre. After kissing and licking all the way down to the inside of her knee, he moved over to the other leg. Repeating the journey in retrograde, Jessica got more and more excited. When he was but inches from her pulsating pussy, he stunned her again by continuing north towards her so-far-neglected breasts. 

Using his hands to massage the left, he started kissing, licking and nibbling around the right. The soft skin around the top slope, the tender flesh of the underside; Grant moved in slow meandering concentric anti-clockwise circles gradually getting closer and closer to her sensitive buds. Jessica was getting frustrated at the non-stop teasing, the never-ending stop/start action that Grant was viciously pleasuring her with; yet at the same time adored every minute of it. 

Soon Grant was nipping lightly at her stiffening nipple, the exquisite light pain confusing her senses with its perfection. He flicked his tongue out in short sharp motions attacking her areole as if was a life saving medicine. Jessica could not believe how much pleasure this was drawing from her body. It was if Grant knew things about her erogenous zones that she had no idea about, as if he was somehow in direct contact with her motherboard or was playing her like a maestro encourages soul-moving concertos from a piano. 

She was on the brink of orgasm, groaning and writhing from his ministrations, when he left her now quivering breasts making a tortuous path to her pussy.

When he got there, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could kneel on the floor as he began his task. 

Looking into Jessica's eyes he stated simply "I love you" and used the whole width of his rippling tongue to lick slowly, sumptuously from the very base of her vagina where the skin between arsehole and pussy meets over her sex causing yet more groans and then circling around her clit, not actually touching it yet. His agile tongue darted in and around her blushing swollen lips, rolling them around in his mouth. His teeth grazed over her, imperceptibly stretching them away from her mound. 

Grant brought his right hand up and rested it on her abdomen, attempting to restrain her gyrations a little so he would have full control of her; but her middle was controlled only slightly, and her legs were still restless: sometimes resting over his shoulders, sometimes clamping behind his head pulling him closer, sometimes just flailing aimlessly. Her torso and arms were just as impatient. She writhed, wriggled and arched her back and her breasts rolling an entrancing dance. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer; they were in her own hair, trying to contain the explosive emotions she felt; they were groping her breasts, twisting her nipples adding to her tangible satisfaction. 

After running relentless circles around her pearl and exploring and discovering every morsel her gorgeous pussy had to offer, he began a discovery to locate the source of her perfect taste. He stiffened his tongue and narrowed it to a point to allow him to penetrate her for the first time. Jessica gasped as she felt him enter her body, his twisting tongue exciting every nerve ending with it's textured surface, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'. Grant could not get enough of the ambrosial nectar that flowed from her, drinking her like an erotic vampire.

Grant's left hand traced up the back of her leg, from the calf up, up, up to the back of the knee, following the natural line to her firm milky thigh, wandering aimlessly, sensually tantalising upon her skin. His delicate touches juxtaposed against the firm incessant ministrations of his tongue. Grant's fingers drifted towards her core, his mouth lifting from her smooth pussy and focussing a selection of quick assaults upon her clit and loving sucks. 

Jessica's mind was going ballistic, the overload on her senses of the perfect carnal touches, the erotic smells of herself and the beautiful squelching sounds of Grant's tongue on her driving her closer and closer to an fiery orgasm. Grant placed the tip of his index finger at her entrance and pushed lightly, revelling in the tightness now enveloping his finger. He could feel her intact hymen taut with excitement screaming at him to take her. With the addition of his middle finger and the slow powerful thrusting that Grant used along with his wicked mouth sucking sweetly and impish tongue writing the alphabet upon her clit, Jessica's groaning became more throaty and her breathing ragged as her pussy became juicier than ever. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream as the tsunami of pleasure finally overtook her and her body was immersed in the raging throes of her orgasm.

In what seemed like four day, but was actually closer to a minute, Jessica saw every colour of the rainbow turn to liquid like an aquatic kaleidoscope. Grant's unremitting actions were eventually too much for Jessica to take so she tried pushing his head away but realised that he could not move as she had clamped his head vice-like to herself with her thighs crushing his ears and her heels digging into his back. She noticed that he did not actually dislike this at all but seemed to relish the position. Jessica reminded her to take note of that for future reference as she unlocked her body from his. The smile across Grant's face as he rose was Cheshire like, but there was no mystery as to why it was there.

They lay in each other's arms for some time on the bed, snuggling and kissing face to face under the thin sheets. Not a word was spoken as they enjoyed the simplicity of the love they felt for each other. 

There was still a burning lust felt, but it had been momentarily sated, now smouldering as opposed to an inferno. After some time, neither knew how long, Jessica quietly asked for some water and Grant replied "No problemo". Jumping out of bed still naked, his perfect arse the very image of masculinity, he strutted to the door and winked to her in an excessively cheesy way, making her laugh as he left the room. 

Jessica lay in a quiet bliss, glowing from the exertion of earlier and the anxious excitement that was to follow. She stretched out, feline like, feeling the cooling white sheets beneath her roll like silk. She heard footsteps coming back up the stairs making her pull the covers over herself in a moment of bashfulness and then when remembering where she was, relaxed. 

He walked back into the room smiling contently with a tray in his hand. Jessica couldn't see what was on it, it was held above her field of vision, so she shifted up to look. There was a glass of water with ice in, three condoms, a tube of lubricant and a blindfold. Grant had a wicked smirk on his face, biting his lip on one side whilst raising an eyebrow. Jessica shuddered at the prospects of what was to come.

Grant approached the bed slowly, still smiling mischievously and set the tray down on the nightstand. Whilst sorting out the items on the tray, he said "I just want to you lie back and enjoy this. Don't do anything I don't tell you to." Jessica flushed with excitement and a little anxiety. She knew she wanted this more than anything, but the way Grant seemed to know exactly what he was doing whilst she was entirely clueless was at once thrilling to be put into the submissive position but daunting to not know what's going on.

Leaning in kiss her on the lips, Grant's strong, rough fingers grasped Jessica's elegant wrists tightly. He moved slowly across her face, kissing lightly on her nose, her eyelids, her forehead and then back down to her cheek, her lips and her chin. 

He continued round, his teeth reaching out to take the lobe of her ear gently. His tongue flicked out and then slowly made a trail around the stiff rim on the outside of her ear, nipping lightly as he moved. She shuddered at the closeness of him and the sensations that teased her, as if an electric current was running from his lips through her body to her nipples and her inner thighs. His whispering breath in her ear made her wriggle before he moved on, travelling down her jaw-line to her throat. Lying there, she felt so exposed but revelled the feeling and sense of trust between her and her lover. The tiny bites at her flesh and miniscule sucking kisses that where dished out arbitrarily upon her were divine and though her hands twisted and wriggled in the constraints of Grant's firm grasp, Jessica knew she never wanted to leave this moment.




Perfection



After Grant had moved on and giving the same treatment to her collarbones, he lifted his head up and just stared into her eyes, his chin resting on her solar plexus softly. He didn't move, he didn't blink he just looked. Their minds melted into one with their breathing intertwining and their skin burned with the lust they felt for each other. Jessica felt her entire body throbbing with a need she could barely contain. She wriggled and struggled uncomfortably but maintained eye contact the entire time. She knew not what to think or to do but she knew that she wanted him. She couldn't stand it any longer so finally she whispered it. "Grant, I want you now."

Her voice had lost all clarity but her feelings were put across. Grant knew what she said and what she meant but asked her to say it again but louder. "Grant, I want you now!" She almost shouted this time. With a sly grin, he said "Now there's an offer I can't refuse", and started to kiss her again. Their lips pressed together passionately, the remaining hint of her lip gloss coming off against his full lips and a taste of spearmint chilling Jessica's breath from Grant's hot mouth. 

Jessica then reached over to the tray that he had brought in, only to have her hand batted away by Grant who was still leaning over her, and told that she was not to do anything unless told. He did though reach for the condom she was going for and ripped the garish coloured foil off with as much haste as he could muster in his still excited state. He offered the slippery rubber to her courteously but realising what position he was supposed to be fulfilling, became more bold. 

"I want you to put it on me." He was a little unsure of his strong approach, not knowing what her reaction would be, but Jessica seemed to like it and took the contraceptive into her hand. Grasping the root of Grant's throbbing member in her left hand, she unrolled the condom from the flared purple head all the way down until there was only an inch or two left of thick cock unsheathed. Grant then turned around so his back was to the headboard of the bed and sat down with some soft pillows supporting his back. Pulling Jessica towards him with his hands grasping softly but firmly the back of her neck and drew her face towards his. He smiled softly and said genuinely "Thank you for giving me the honour of doing this. I can barely explain how much I love you, you're gorgeous and everything I could ever hope for. Every moment I think about you I get chills and I can still remember the first time I saw you and how my heart just froze as I knew that some how, some way I needed to get to know you better." 

The emotion that swirled around the room in that motion was thick and tangible and Jessica's only reply was a soft kiss on the lips of her loved one. 

He instructed Jessica to get the KY Jelly and put some onto the palm of her hand. She did so whilst kneeling over his legs, and felt the air in the room caress her body in ways that made it feel like a thousand feathers were stroking her most intimate and personal area. Once Jessica had a small squeeze of the lube in the middle of her hand she took the initiative and began to rub the slick thick fluid over his turgid penis. He did not complain at all, but rested his head back and opened his neck to her. She took advantage of her temporary power and kissed and bit lightly at his throat and Adam's Apple and moved to just under his jaw to where she knew he was very sensitive. 

When most of the lube had gone from her hand and was on his prick, he snapped back to reality and took charge again. He surged forward, taking her by surprise a little with an animalistic look of desire in his blue-green eyes. Grant grabbed her and almost lifted her up off the bed turning her round so she was now in a similar position to the one he was just in. Though he picked her up swiftly, he could not have laid her down any softer. Jessica laid stretched out on the bed, comfortable in her state with her hair tussled and spread beneath her and her curves undisturbed in their beauty representing the famous poster from American Beauty. 

Grant lay next to his lover kissing her soft moist lips, their tongues moving like an intricate argentine tango danced to unheard exotic music in an unknown exotic land by unseen exotic people. His fingers trailed waywardly around her body, giving her goose-bumps but gliding constantly towards her radiating sex. His hand flattened out and moved like mist across a deserted heath, slow and gentle but ever-moving. The heel of his palm touching lightly across her skin whilst his fingertips crept ever closer to their prize. 

Once Grant's mischievous fingers did finally arrive at her mound, the bed shifted as Jessica opened her legs wider to make room for him. When her slim ankles were shoulder-width apart, a small whimpering sound came from the base of Jessica's throat as he cupped her pussy with his whole hand, applying pressure to all her sensitive spots at once whilst biting her bottom lip impishly. The moisture collected around Grant's devilish digits as he pressed his middle finger up into her centre of bliss, the firm incessant pressing causing her to tremble with pleasure. 

For many anguished minutes Grant kept up this slow in-out thrusting making her writhe and groan and produce more wetness than she had ever before. 

At this, Grant moved slowly around the bed so he was positioned between her legs, but kept up his ministrations. With a final peck on the lips he warned her "This will hurt a little bit, but trust me, you'll love it."

At this she tried to steel herself, scared at trying to meet his expectations and her own but also excited to give her beloved a large symbol of her feelings for him and her desire. 

Grant was also steeling himself, with similar prospects but also scared beyond belief that he would hurt her. Every piece of information he'd read over the last week and 'how-to' on the internet was flooding into his mind, their conflicting views clouding his mind. Should he go quick and get it out of the way, should he go slowly and tenderly? Should he ask her to get on top instead and let her do it?

Eventually he decided to stop dithering and after positioning the smooth firm tip of his prick to her slit and rubbing it up and down to help re-moisturise the already lubed condom and keep her excited, he started to push into her in a slightly cumbersome manner. He went as slow as his muscles would allow him, the first centimetre, the first inch sliding beautifully into her without trouble. In the back of his mind, Grant noticed Jessica clamping her eyes shut, biting her lips but also lean her head back. He continued, the first two inches of him stretching her out exquisitely. 

Jessica put her hand up to Grant's tense chest to indicate for him to stop briefly. He did so immediately and asked how she was doing. "Fine," she replied "I just need a second".

When she had gotten used to the size a little more, she pushed her heels into the back of Grant's thighs for him to start going again. He did so a little faster this time, the slow progress of before making the starts of a burn in his straining biceps and hips. He kept gliding into her oh-so-tight core until he got to a barrier. Realising what it was he knew it was now or never and kept pushing, a little more forcefully but no faster. A small whimper crept from Jessica and her body tensed a little as her hymen was broken, her hand shooting out to stop Grant from going any further for the moment. Within moments the pain-pleasure barrier was correcting itself: the dull ache of the popped cherry being overtaking quickly by the fulfilling, satisfying fullness of the warm hard cock inside her like a fighter jet of pleasure passing a control tower. 

He started to move again, very slowly, not going much further in, but just pulling and pushing a little to get her used to the sensation. Grant's movements were causing tremors all through her body making her eyelids flutter and toes stretch. After a while of this, Grant's thrusts increased. He pulled out a few centimetres then pushed back, going further in. This continued until all 8 inches were inside her. Jessica couldn't compare the feeling to anything else, the mild pain that was felt before as her body stretched to accept his faded to nothing, but the exquisite friction she felt taught her of entirely new places in her body that she didn't know existed. Grant's body pressed against her, his pubic bone rubbing against her clitoris perfectly.

Grant grimaced as his muscles burned at the exertion and bliss he felt. He pulled out of her pussy but it felt like it was gripping him, unwilling to let him go. He pulled out about half of his firm, moist cock and started to slowly push back into her firmly. Jessica mewled as her body revelled in the sensations that she had waited for so long for. Grant's thrusts got quicker, still using only about four inches to drive his lover swiftly towards climax. They kissed over and over again as his thrusts pulled his lips away from hers repeatedly. Their tongues searched for the others mouth when assaulted by the fiery passionate air of the room. 

Grant started to mix up his thrusts a little, like the how-to guide told him to. Sometimes he'd go slow and deep, pushing as much of himself into Jessica as possible which she seemed to enjoy a great deal, judging by her moans. After a transition taking only short moments, he'll be using fast short strokes in and out of her wet squelching pussy. She seemed to enjoy this even more, her breath catching as the beautiful friction drove her onwards to her next orgasm. He couldn't keep up that style for long though as the friction simultaneously brought him closer than he cared to go for the moment to his own climax. 

The room glimmered with the candlelight and flashes of flesh as the time raced by. The CD player leisurely pumped out Bonnie Raitt's blues to accompany the sweet escaping sounds of passion from the entwined lovers. Her legs were stretched back with her ankles knotted behind the small of his back to drive him on and make him closer, so close it seems they were one. The smells of the of the room, took over from the romance the ylang-ylang and jasmine, to the lust of sweat and the musky earthiness of sex. 

Grant's muscles were tiring now, but he couldn't stop. Jessica noticed how he had slowed and wasn't as energetic as before. She decided to take some initiative and pulling Grant close to her, rolled them over, so her knees were either side of his hips as she straddled his steely prick. She noticed how the sweat glistened on his body and his chest rose with the energy he'd put into deflowering her. She could barely believe the unadulterated pleasure she felt. Jessica didn't believe she'd ever been this wet either, it might have been the added lube, but she could see the damp patch on the crumpled sheets in the low lights of the room. Sitting atop his strong body made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever been in her life. The pulsing of his cock in time with the pulsing of his heartbeat she could see in his neck. The statuesque position of her body displaying her power. Her nipples were crinkled and rubbery with lust as Grant's hands came up to cup and squeeze her pert breasts. Her hips rolled in reaction to his touch and the cock inside her shifted, touching and putting pressure on whole new places within her. She liked it. She did it again, a sly smile coming to her face as she realised she could do anything she wanted now she was on top. Jessica tried pushing her hips upwards, some of his cock coming out of her pussy and then sitting back down so it all went in deep again. She leaned forward so her tits dangled tantalisingly in front of Grant's face, but too far for him to reach. She started to slowly roll her hips backwards and forwards so the root of his prick rubbed deliciously against her clit as she fucked herself on him. 

Grant was in heaven. Laying back, he stared at the one he loves as she discovered the different feelings that she could get from cowgirl. It all felt great to him. He began to pump his hips up to hers when she started bouncing on him. She moaned loudly as they met with a wet slap of flesh again and again. Her climax raced towards her when Grant's fingers plucked at her nipples and pinched them lightly between forefinger and thumb and pulled them away from her body. He did this as he didn't think he could last much longer with her undulating body squeezing his cock with her muscles, grasping him and encouraging him to shoot his load inside her hot velvety pussy. 

She bucked and rocked against him, her pelvis pounding against his as she started to moan louder and louder. She arched her back to get more friction on her strained clit, her tits pushed directly into her lover's face. His lips clamped over her left nipple whilst his fingers continued their torturous pulling and pinching on her right. The flickering of Grant's strong slippery tongue over her engorged nub along with the hot, hard cock fucking her deeply pushed her over the edge of her erotic precipice. Jessica's strained, husky voice screamed through the room as the largest orgasm of her life exploded around her body. Grant wasn't far behind her as his quickened pace of fucking had caused him to give into the sensations of his lover's molten hot core. 

His entire body tensed, his thighs straining, his neck stretched backwards as a harsh growl of lust swept through him. His boiling hot seed pumped into the condom he had on, the pressure from Jessica's pussy muscles forcing the juice all around his covered prick. Jessica's body wilted after the force of her orgasm had finally passed after what seemed like hours. 

She rolled off to one side of her lover, the sound of panting encompassing the whole room. The bed shifted lightly as Grant took off his condom. Jessica saw the action and as soon as the rubber was off, she took the now flaccid prick into her mouth to clean off the remainder of the juices that were left. The salty, sticky residue was strong in her mouth, but she loved the taste of it. After a couple of minutes of her continuing her languid ministrations of delicately cleaning his cock, she moved up to kiss him. 

As they kissed, their embrace was tight and warm and could never be broken. Eventually they drifted to sleep, content in the knowledge that their first time was perfect.



Perfection



Dev had started in his usual manner: introductions, ask where she is from, if she is married, has kids, what she does, tell a bit about himself...and if she was relaxed and willing to talk, he would ask if she would like to take the conversation to a more quite, private place.

As the conversation progressed, Dev would slip dirty jokes, double entendres, innuendos into the conversation to see if her reaction was positive and receptive.

This is how he began with Layla as well. 

She laughed and joined in on the jokes and such, so he tried to take it a bit further. He flirted and made a few bold sexual comments, however, he didn't get the response he hoped. She wasn't offended, but said she only talked to her husband like this.

This intrigued Dev; was it an attempt not to seem easy, or was she telling the truth? (The truth was something he had found to be scarce in the places he liked to go to find women.)

At the end of their first meeting, Dev knew he wanted to get to know Layla better. They exchanged contact information, and he left knowing he would arrange to meet her within the next day or so.

Dev had learnt that she had children, in their teens. He was surprised, as she didn't look old enough, "How old are you?"

Laughing, "You're not supposed to ask a woman her age, but that's ok, I don't mind. I'm 42."

"Oh, really?? Wow, that's great!"

"Great? Is it surprising I have lived so long?" she laughed.

He chuckled, "No no, nothing like that. Don't take it the wrong way. I like older women." 

He gave a smooth smile, and she saw a twinkle in his eye.

Curious to know how much 'older' she is, she asked when his birthday is and discovered that she is actually nearly four and half years older.

Dev and Layla met several times over the next few weeks, and he soon realised she is unlike other women...especially his wife. Layla felt herself beginning to feel drawn to Dev, but she kept scolding herself; not only was Dev several years younger than she was, but they were both married....and she did love her husband.

Granted, things had been difficult and distant over the past year. They had spent little time together, and he made a lot of excuses about why; but she was trying, and hoping that things would sort themselves out.

So it didn't help when this sexy, attractive younger man kept making it very clear that he was very interested in her, in many ways.

Dev found Layla to be "the whole package" -- very sexy, very sexual, and open-minded...without compromising her self-respect, as well as kind, thoughtful caring, very intelligent, a lot of fun, and very funny. He admired her sexy, voluptuous, curvy figure - not fat, but a bit fuller, with all the curves in the right places. 

A unique feature about Layla is that while she is voluptuous, she doesn't have grotesquely large boobs like so many women do these days because either they are obese, or their boobs are silicon balls stuffed into their chest. He knew her boobs were no more than a C-cup, but it didn't matter...they were sexy...and real.

Additionally, she has a nice round arse. The kind you could get a nice handful of during a sexy embrace, or great to give a sexy smack when you are driving your cock deep into her from behind.

If her hot, mature body were not enough to tent a man's trousers, she has glossy black hair, the most amazing emerald green eyes that you can get lost in, and sexy kissable cupids-bow, rosebud, shaped lips.

It was now 6 weeks since they had first met, and Dev couldn't get enough of Layla - watching her, looking at her, talking to her, listening to her...just being with her. She was the most beautiful, sexy women he had ever met; and her smile and laugh was like food to his soul.

Over the past few weeks, he had managed to entice her into a little bit of playful sexy talk, and made it clear that he was definitely attracted to her; even admitting that he fantasises about her when he masturbates, or fucks "her indoors", as the saying goes in the U.K.

Although Layla had remained flattered but resistant to his advances up to that point, today, everything changed. 

They had been discussing body language and that even a small action could have an impact. He used her habit of putting her finger in her mouth when she was thinking as an example, and told her that it aroused him.

She laughed, "Like this?" and playfully put the tip of her right forefinger between her teeth, and let her parted lips rest lightly on the fingertip. 

"Aye, I am serious; you are making me really hard."

Layla tossed her head back and laughed, in the sexy way she has. As usual, she took his words with a grain of salt; she knew his history of seeking women solely for his own gratification. She knew he would say and do anything to get her to give in.

She laughed, "I don't believe you." 

He called her bluff, "Do you want to see how much you are arousing me? I really am very hard."

She was curiosity, and she knew he was saying it for shock value, to see how she would react. So, she smiled and called his bluff in return, "Do you want to show me?" 

"Yes, I do." 

Her smile grew wider; now it had become a game of "Chicken". Would he actually show her? Was he bluffing? Nonetheless, if he did, she was going to do her best to play it cool.

Quick as a flash and in one smooth motion, Dev pulled out his cock. All plans of playing it cool went out the window as her eyes grew wide with surprise and her jaw dropped in awe.

She had ever seen a more beautiful, sexy, perfect, breathtaking cock!

It was a little longer average, she guessed about 5.5 inches, but certainly thicker than the average cock. This gorgeous specimen of manhood had a nice, purplish-brown bulbous mushroom-shape head with a thick ridge over his thick meaty shaft. The foreskin is a lovely coco brown, smooth and not overly 'vein-y'.

Layla instantly felt her pussy spasm in delight. Her tongue danced wildly in her mouth, flicking rapidly about her teeth, and then gliding smoothly across her lips as she imagined what it would be like to suck his thick rod. She bit the side of her lower lip, and let a low, imperceptible moan.

Her pussy spasmed again, and her nipples became erect and hard, straining painfully against her bra.

Suddenly, her head was swimming with all images he created when he had told her he fantasised about them thrusting wildly together 'doggy style'. She felt the walls of her pussy flexing, and she knew she could cum just watching this beautiful piece of manhood in front of her. 

Layla wanted to hold it, feel the tightness of the soft, warm flesh stretched around this ramrod and feel how rock hard he was. She wanted it in her mouth, in her hands, in her pussy, anything just to have his marvellous cock touching her!

"See! I wasn't kidding! You make me really hard!" 

"Mm-hmm," was all she could manage, her eyes still glued to his cock. 

As Dev watched her, and her reaction, his hand automatically gripped his shaft, and began working up and down. She felt everything inside her quiver and ache as she squirmed in her chair. 

He watched her reaction to his private show, and knew she was his now. He had not expected this reaction, he thought she was going to scold him, tell him she was too old for him again, become embarrassed or angry. 

He was quite pleased to see that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He began to pump faster, he wanted to come so much and he loved that she was watching him so intently. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. 

"Oh no...this is it, she is going to make me stop..."

Layla pulled his hand away from his cock, looked him in the eyes, and to his surprise, she lowered her mouth on to him and created a firm vacuum suction. He was speechless, except to gasp as she wrapped her warm, wet, mouth around him. 

For a few seconds she just sucked extremely hard to maintain the pressure, and then slowly began to fuck him with her mouth while she kept rhythm with the hand she had wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft since he was too thick to 'Deep Throat'.

She pulled back to give just the head some attention, alternating between flicking her tongue rapidly across the tip and swirling it around the rim, interspersed with lightly sucking just the head. The more he moaned the faster and harder she did it, pumping with her hand all the while. Soon, she returned to the long, deep mouth fucking, using her tongue as a counter pressure against the underside of his shaft. The harder she sucked and pressed her tongue against him, pumping up and down on him, the more he moaned, gasped, and moved his hips with her. 

Suddenly, he pushed her off him, "No! No! Stop! Stop!" he gasped. "I don't want to cum yet." 

Dev wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. They kissed wildly and passionately as they frantically tore and tugged at their own and each other's clothes. As soon as they were naked, he pushed her backward on the couch. 

He looked at her shaven pink pussy and creamy white thighs and his thick brown cock grew harder, which he found surprising it was even possible. Her pink pussy was glistening with her juices, wet and hot. His mouth began to water and he dropped to his knees next to the couch, he began to tease her with the tip of his tongue on her milky thigh.

As soon as his tongue touched her tender inner thigh, Layla flinched and gasped. As his tongue and kisses made their way up her thigh, she shuddered and felt her pussy clench. Soon, he approached her pink paradise and gently spread her soft fleshy lips. 

As he ran his tongue firmly up her clit, she let a low moan and arched higher, giving him more access to all the depths and crevasses of her soaking wet pussy. He savoured every drop as he licked and flicked her clit, standing firm and erect for him. 

Layla was moaning loudly now and slowly bucking against every stroke. The louder she moaned, the harder he became. Dev desperately wanted to ram his rock hard brown cock deep inside her wet, pink pussy, but she tasted so good too. 

He prolonged her pleasure by alternating his technique; he would rapidly flick the tip of the clit until she was nearly going mad, and then he would stroke with a firm, flat tongue, and then suck and nibble her clit. 

Layla was bucking frantically now, he knew she was close; suddenly she opened her eyes in slight panic when she realised he had stopped and was moving. 

She saw Dev over her; he looked between them at him cock, she looked and realised what he wanted. She reached between them, and put his cock head against the mouth of her pussy. She moved her hand and looked into his eyes in anticipation.

"Oh baby! Yes!!!" she cried out as he thrust his thick, hard cock deep inside her.

His cock was so thick and such a nice tight fit that the slightest movement sent a wave of pleasure through her like electricity. She could feel her pussy clamp around him as he thrust himself into her; he felt the hot walls of her pussy tighten into a death grip around his cock, it sent a wave of electricity through him, too. 

"Oh God baby! You feel so good! Your pussy is so tight and wet!" 

He began caressing her warm, soft boobs with her erect, firm pink nipples. His cock spasmed, sending a thrill through her.

He began flicking his thumb across Layla's nipple as he had done her clit. Suddenly, in a wild, animalistic frenzy she began pounding and grinding herself against him as hard as she could. Deep guttural moans poured out of Lalya, "Oh God! Oh God yes! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me baby!"

They fucked each other as they had never fucked anyone before. Their bodies made suction sounds against each other as they banged and pounded frantically. Dev could feel her pussy clamping around his cock in waves, he knew she was getting close. They could smell their combined juices and it turned them on even more. Layla's creamy legs were wrapped around Dev's coco brown arse, and she gripped it with her hands, ramming herself against him as hard as she could with every one of his thrusts.

Their tongues explored each other's mouths, wrapping and rolling around each other in a frenzy of passion. He moved to exploring her ear with his tongue and kissing her neck. As he kissed and tasted her milky white skin, running the tip of his tongue up and down the side of her neck, suddenly he gave her a firm but gentle bite. 

Layla's body tensed and her pussy clamped tight, "Fuck yeah baby! I love it...bite me!"

He bit, sucked and licked her neck as she rammed her pussy against his pelvis, driving his cock fully into her tight pink velvet hole as his balls slapped against her.

Dev felt her pussy begin to milk his cock as she suddenly demanded, "Look at me baby!" 

As their eyes locked, and their bodies buck and bang wildly, they panted and screamed. She bucked wildly against him, never breaking the gaze. The intensity sent him over the edge with her.

Suddenly Dev came so hard she could feel it, fuelling her fire even more. As he filled her with thick, hot cum, she instantly gripped him tighter with the walls of her slick, wet pussy and hit her climax. 

Layla writhed and grinded against him as she felt every muscle in her legs, ass and stomach tighten with the force of her orgasm and she screamed in total ecstasy. 

"Oh baby! Oh baby! Fuck! Fuck me! YES!!"

"Oh fuck baby, you are so hot! Your pussy is so fucking sexy and tight! I love your tight pink pussy!"

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard!" she screamed.

"UH! UH! UH! YES! YES!! OH BABY!!! I'm cumming -- cum cum cum baby!!"

As their climax subsided, they fell against each other. They silently clung to one another, sweating and panting, too sensitive and weak to move. 

Their minds reeling in surprise and wonder at what had just occurred over the past afew moments and the intensity and connection they had suddenly found between them. 

As they clung to each other - both of them still throbbing, hearts pounding -- they kissed and knew nothing would be the same again, and they knew they didn't want it to be.



Perfection



So the crickets on, you're bored, and I'm not paying enough attention to you. I have a beer in front of me and you want to do something, but you know you're going to get shot down in favor of what you consider is one of the most boring spectator sports on earth.

Here's what you do.

While I'm sitting on the couch watching TV, Sit down next to me, resting your head on my shoulder. After a few seconds, not minutes, lean in and kiss me on the cheek and neck. If I turn in to respond, turn my head back and concentrate on the side of my head so I can continue to watch TV. While kissing, guide your hand down my chest to my pants. Lightly trace over the growing bulge in my pants and down my leg a bit, but then go straight back up and play with the bulge a bit till it feels like the start of an erection.

Then grab a pillow, put it on the ground in front of me and pass me the drink that's on the coffee table. Make sure the remote's in reach and then get straight down on your knees on the pillow. Undo my pants gently, but not slowly. Work them down and when there is enough room to get to my cock, stop. Look me in the eye and say "Relax". Then lean forward out of the way of the TV so I can still see it.

Run your teeth and lips over the outline of my cock through the boxers, and push your hands up into hem from the bottom. Lightly play with my balls and the base of my cock as you try to get the tip in your mouth with the boxers covering it and fail. Glance up at me, frown, then smile and wink. Pull your hands out of the shorts and pull the boxers down, without raising your head. Remember, the cricket's on.

Kiss the tip, then all the way down to the base without touching it. Then lick the sides, then the middle, from the bottom up, following the vein that runs up it, slowly. If it jumps and hits you in the nose or face, giggle, and try to make it do it again. This can be a reflex action, but it is also something I can make it do, so if you're doing a good job, you will get hit with it again. Note, if you're not, you won't, but you will feel my hand on the back of your head, guiding you to what I really want.

If you do, when it jumps again, giggle again, play with it, but work closer to the tip. When it stops, slowly run your tongue from the base towards the top, slipping your hand under it, and pull it up. When your tongue hits the head, slowly put as much of the penis in your mouth as you can, keeping your lips tight and your teeth well out of the way.

(Note: Nothing ruins a good blowjob quicker than feeling teeth!)

Slowly pull back up, squeezing the penis with your lips as you go. When you get to the tip, gently pull off, take a deep breath and repeat. After the second descent, slowly start your sucking, keeping your head moving slowly and your lips tight around the shaft. Run your tongue around the head every now and then, but for the deeper descents, press it to the shaft. The more contact the better.

At this point, lean back and take your top and your bra off. Don't show me your tits, I don't want you to parade them for me, I would rather you continue, but it will at least give me a little visual stimulation and hint at the fact you are enjoying this too. If I reach out to feel them, let me, but put my cock straight back in your mouth.

Then start varying what you are doing. Speed up and then slow down. Try some short bobs on the tip, sucking hard, then take the cock as far into your mouth as you can. If you feel it hit the back of your throat and you can't get it past, vary the angle of your neck, and try a swallowing action or another throat movement until you do. If that doesn't work, pull up, taking the penis out of your mouth, look me in the eye and say "I'm sorry, I'm trying really hard but I can't. Can I go on anyway?" When I say yes, continue with what you were doing before, but still try it again every now and then.

If you do get it into your throat, that's not the end of the exercise. Clamp your lips around the base and slowly pull up. Then descend again, and hold. Then suck, as much as you possibly can, till you start to choke. When you can't hold it any more pull up quick. If you have to cough, do so away from me, then say "Sorry, can you still see the cricket?" and wait for my response. Then go back down onto my cock and continue sucking. 

Keep varying your techniques but it is important to remember not to take my cock out of your mouth unless you absolutely have to. It is a blowjob, not a hand job, so don't cop out!

Once you feel the buildup to my orgasm, slowly increase the tempo and the pressure of your sucking. As the orgasm hits, draw up to the tip of the penis slowly, but don't stop there. Catch the semen with your tongue and swallow what you can, but at the same time very slowly descend onto it again, just a short way. Continue the sucking, getting the rest of the semen and swallow all of it. Then place your hand at the base of the penis and press your thumb into the large vein. Gently but firmly run your thumb up the vein with your mouth on the tip as you suck, so as to get all the residual semen out of the shaft.

Once you have gotten the last of it, lick it a few more times so as to clean it up, ensuring there is no leftover semen anywhere around the shaft, and pull the boxers back up. Hop back up on the couch and lay down, resting your head on my lap. Look up at me and say "Thank you." Kiss my cock through the boxers and roll over.

Then ask me what the score is, who's in and give it 5 minutes. After that, ask nicely if we can go out somewhere for a while. I guarantee the answer will be yes!

I will also be yours for eternity!



Perfection



A.N: This was originally a story based on the song ‘The Perfect Drug’ by Nine Inch Nails, but I have removed the lyrics for copyright purposes. It’s also part of a series, but is a stand-alone story. As background, you should know that Jack Jay used to work for the CIA but was fired after a terribly accident occurred.

I stared out the window, waiting for some view of my future. The car park outside the window was still, but the office behind me was busy. People moving around, filing cabinets opening and closing, and the incessant click of fingers on keyboards. Usually I managed to remain focused- I wasn’t the type to skip up halfway though and stand around near the water cooler –but today I just couldn’t concentrate on something so mundane as paper work. He was supposed to pick me up, you see. I’d been sitting staring out the window for a couple of hours now… and I had another 30 minutes before Alex was due to arrive… and, knowing him, he’d enjoy keeping me waiting and add on another 10.

A tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Jade, the youngest in the Preventers’ office, and therefore the only person around eligible for the title ‘coffee-girl’. “You want something, Mr Jay? You’ve been staring out there all afternoon,” she said, smiling down at me. I knew what it was like to be in her position. It was one of those times where you had to kiss everyone’s ass before they walked through the door- whether you liked it or not. But, then, I’d noticed she acted a little differently around me. It was probably my reputation. The rumoured background working for the CIA. However, if I didn’t know better, I would say she fancied me. I wasn’t exactly at the top of the chain of workers, but I had the respect of all the officials. And, yet, at the same time, they all looked down on me- they all thought I was just a heartless soldier who knew no other way. Perhaps I was- but who really cared? People thought that if they dared to accuse me in so many words, then they wouldn’t go home with their head intact.

“No,” I replied after a long pause, and looked out of the window again. Everything remained still, even the trees… there was no breeze at all. Jade didn’t move from behind me. “What?” I asked her without turning around.

“Who are you waiting for?”

I wasn’t sure if she knew I was gay. She might have had an inkling, she seemed pretty damned intuitive from what I had see of her. But I didn’t know, most people didn’t twig it until they actually saw me with Alex. Then there was no mistaking it. I decided not to answer her question. 

“Ah, it’s a girl, then,” she said as she walked away. “Or maybe not…”

I knew he had something planned for us. Something special. But I didn’t know how his mind worked; my mind raced through possibility after possibility… but I got the feeling that the single one I hadn’t considered would be the one he would try. It always worked like that. The single exception to the rule- that was Alex.

Maybe Alex was my redemption? Keeping me waiting could have been my punishment for all those… those who I’d killed. But was it done in vain? Did we have peace because of all those sacrificed, or was it worthless? Everyone had a different opinion. There were those who thought I was amazing because I had the skill to create so much destruction. There were those who thought all the others and I had taken the wrong route to achieve total pacifism. And then there were the many who had forgotten we had even existed, and just thought we were meaningless pawns in the game of the war. What they had to remember was that it was sometimes to pawn that took the king.

Perhaps he was the only person who saw me for who I was, and visa versa. He’d seen me with every barrier let down; he’d seen my soul. He’d been inside me. And there was nothing more frightening to me than that… but there was also nothing I wanted more than to feel that complete abandon again. It was perfection and completion and clarity all in one. He was just like me one, one of the five elite. There could be no one better. We were the elite, though never said it in so many words. It was only right that we were together. We were one in the same, with the same problems and the same cures.

The trees rustled once, and a sleek black Lamborghini pulled into the entrance of the parking lot. It parked directly under the window I sat near, but no one got out. I got the hint.

I raced down the stairs, mindless of anyone staring as I flew around the corners. They didn’t make a difference to me. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was now on the ground floor. He knew I had been watching him, he knew I had seen him, so he hadn’t bothered to get out, in favour of a much more seductive mystery. I tried to slow myself down; even now I didn’t like to appear to him with much of a weakness… it was an on-going competition to one-up each other.

I got down and out the front doors of the Preventers HQ in record time, slowing to a walk as I rounded the corner where Alex sat. I couldn’t see his face from outside, but the passenger door to the Lamborghini rose up as I approached, so I could look inside. I sunk down into the leather interior, and glanced across at my inventive lover- looking for some clue of the coming events. Strangely, he wasn’t dressed up. He wore a pair of tight Levi’s, stained with oil and grass and grease, and a tight black Nine Inch Nails t-shirt… the same thing as he would have been wearing if he were working at Hilde’s breaker’s yard. I guess I was expecting something less… normal, like he was planning to take me to a restaurant or go clubbing or something. But, no… I didn’t really care though, he was beautiful whatever he wore… and that glint in his eye told me he was certainly up to something.

Without a word of greeting, he closed the door and swung the car out of the parking lot. I noticed he took a turn that took us in the opposite direction to our apartment. I looked in the back of the car, but he hadn’t brought anything with him. He glanced over to me occasionally, but neither of us said a word. I wasn’t going to even bother asking him where we were going; I knew he wouldn’t tell me. He just took us through the city in a rush, taking us down streets I didn’t even know existed. He was deliberately trying to disorientate me, so I didn’t know where we were going to end up. 

We hit the fringes of the city, travelling fast through suburbia until we came to a wooded area. There was a road lined with trees that remained a healthy green no matter what the weather. Alex drove easily, and the sand and gravel and earth pathway crunched and slid nicely as he turned into the driveway of a small wooden cabin. He looked over at me, and smiled somewhat maliciously as the door on my side automatically opened. 

I stepped out, and he met me, waiting until he was behind me as I walked to the door. He placed a hand at the base of my spine and guided me towards the entrance, as he reached into his other pocket for a key. He unlocked the door, and let me go in first. It didn’t go unnoticed to me that he locked the door behind him. 

The cabin was just one room. A shower in one corner, a kitchen area and table in the other- but the entire room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed, with blood red silk drapes hanging from the roof of the bed and from the window frames. I just watched, smirking slightly, as Alex made his way systematically around the room, closing the curtains over each of the windows in turn… darkening the entire room except for an eerie red glow. I took a couple of steps further into the room, and Alex gestured with one hand to the bed. I sat down on the edge of it, still smiling at him. 

“Strip,” he said.

His harsh command took me by surprise, but it also gave me an idea of what he had in store. I didn’t have it in me to object. I didn’t want to.

He sat down on one of the chairs in one area of the room and I loosed the knot in my tie and slid it off over my head, leaving it to lie on the floor. I locked eyes with him as I began to slowly undo the buttons on the front of my shirt. He just sat there, completely unaffected, not taking his lustful eyes off of mine, legs and arms crossed as he watched. His long hair was slung absently over his shoulder, and I longed to touch it, unravel it and run my fingers through it. I could get lost for days in his mass of chestnut hair.

I slipped the cotton of the shirt off over my shoulder, and rose to my feet as I did so. It hung at the bend of my arms for a moment, and then slid silently off me, falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. His eyes followed it’s movements- and then his gaze raked back over and up my chest to meet mine. I could never get over quite how good his eyes were… the unusual pools of blue that could display any and every emotion simultaneously without making it seem odd. You wouldn’t find eyes like that on anyone else in the universe but Alex Rosen…

My hands moved enticingly down my torso, and I began to slowly fumble with my belt clasp as I toed off my shoes. I kicked them away, and pulled the belt out of the loops in my slacks. His smile widened slightly, and he moved a hand to rest a finger knowingly on his lips. All I wanted to do was jump over to him, rip off his clothes and tell him to take me however he wanted. It was taking all my self-control to not try and take command of the situation. But I knew what he wanted today…

I would have been glad to get the trousers off, they just seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. Alex watching me so avidly was turning me on even more than all the possibilities that had been rushing through my head. My head was working a mile a minute with possible situations and ideas that Alex could have planted in his head, but I wanted him to run the show. As I said before, he would think of something that my imagination wouldn’t even stretch near to. 

I pulled off my socks while still standing, and undid the fly on my trousers, stepping backwards and kicking them away as I wriggled out of them. I stood there in a pair of ordinary white briefs, but I could see the twinkle in Alex’s eyes all the same. He nodded as I looked at him questioningly, and I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of the briefs, and slipped them down my legs. I stepped backwards again, and found myself sitting on the huge bed. I wriggled backwards, so I was about in the middle, and raised my knees slightly. I knew exactly what Alex couldn’t resist.

He slowly rose from the chair and made his way over to stand at the end of the bed. I lay there, staring up at him from between my legs. I saw his eyes drink in every part of me, everything exposed to him.

After a moment, he moved around to one side of the bed, and opened a drawer in one of the small bedside cabinets. He pulled out a small bundle of red cloth, and I eyed it suspiciously. He noticed my hesitation and began to explain as he wrapped slender fingers around my right wrist.

“Just relax,” he said, removing a strip of red material from the bundle. He gently brought my hand up to one of the bedposts. “I’ve hired this place for three days.” He wrapped the red cloth tightly around my wrist, and knotted it. It shone and felt smooth against my skin, like silk. I wouldn’t put it past him. “We’re miles away from civilisation…” he looped the other end of the silk around the bedpost and knotted it tightly, pulling it a couple of times to make sure it wouldn’t come loose. Then he moved around the bed, aware of my eyes glued to him, and copied his movements on my other arm. “So, you can make as much noise as you want.”

I smiled at him, not entirely aware of what he was doing. Even if it was him, I wasn’t entirely sure if I liked the idea of being tied to anything. I preferred to be in control… But then again, perhaps this wasn’t a half bad idea. Alex stood at the end of the bed again, and I looked at him over my knees. Noticing my trouble with seeing him, he placed a gentle but firm hand on each knee, and pushed them away from each other, so my legs lay almost as spread as they would go. He eyed parts of me that I couldn’t see, and then moved up to my side again, holding the last strip of red silk. “Head up,” he said. I did so. He wrapped the silk around my head, over my eyes. I tensed as he began to tie a knot. “Just calm down, I’m not going to hurt you… much.” He laughed as he made sure I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t say a word.

The darkness was everywhere. My senses were suddenly alight. I didn’t think I’d felt quite like this before. I could feel every little movement of the air in the room. It ran across my skin, toying with my senses, sending ripples and chills up my spine. The silk was tantalising against my skin, offering the little stimulation I could get. I had also surmised that the bed sheets were made of a similar fabric, rustling when I moved. I could hear Alex moving about the room, but his footsteps were quiet- stealth having always been his speciality. There was the ripping sound of a match against lighter paper; I guessed he was lighting a candle or something else I couldn’t see. Then there was his foreboding, quick exhalation of breath as he extinguished the match. He had been somewhere over to my right, but now he was nowhere to be found again.

His movements were only a slight shuffle that was unbelievably hard to pick up on. And, certainly, deprivation of one sense heightened the other four to amazing levels. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was about to do, the suspense was killing me. The problem being that my imagination wasn’t great at the best of times- let alone tied to a bed with a raging hard-on. He could have done anything to me while I was lying here.

Suddenly, a patch of heat passed over me- a soft caress of breath against my cheek- sending a tingle up my spine, causing my entire body to shiver. Then, warmth brushed my lips, left again and then returned- hot and firm and gentle all at the same time. All I could feel was Alex’s mouth against mine, everything abandoned into the darkness that engulfed me. His tongue probed, and I willingly parted my lips for him- allowing that hot, wet muscle to intrude, so I could taste him properly.

Suddenly he left my mouth, in favour of planting a hot, wet kiss on my jaw, and then fleeting butterfly kisses were laid in a trail up to my ear. Feeling nothing but the gentle warmth, teasing and then leaving- I moaned deep in my throat. I could feel Alex smile against my skin, a soft chuckle escaping him. He trailed up to my ear, pausing to run a tongue around the lobe, nipping the flesh softly between him teeth. I shivered. And then his mouth began to move down across my chest…

A path of fiery pleasure running down my chest… and then it suddenly ran cold. He was gone again, and my ears strained to locate my crafty lover. My chest still burned for his caress, but the only thing that would quench that fire was his return. I could hear him move about the bed… around to the other side, but I could not work out what he was doing. A chill ran across my body again, like someone had opened up a window and it was snowing outside- though I knew it was like an Indian summer outdoors. I whimpered.

Each of my nerves was on fire, shivers and tingles coming from impossible places- and my brain wasn’t exactly helping me gain control. I was away; eyes probably rolled up into my head… the endless options… I could feel him moving around, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing…

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and it was taking all my self-control not to try and escape. This was 12 years worth of intensive training down the drain. It half made me wonder why I was doing it- was it just ‘kinky thrills’ or was it something more? I knew we hadn’t lived out all of Alex’s fantasies yet, but… was it a more internal thing? Did Alex finally feel the need to do this to me after all the times I had treated him badly- like when I punched him in the gut to make it look like there had been a fight between the two of us and James? Or was it that Alex needed to clarify that he still had the control in the relationship, since I was mostly seme…? Or was it me who needed this? A dive into reality, and opportunity to let go? Alex did have a way of seeing me like that…

It sent another tingle rushing up my spine, but this time it was more mental than physical. The fear hit me like a wall- and the excitement heightened along with it. I could feel my mouth curve into a frightened smile, and I could do nothing to stop it. My wrists were straining against the restraints- I knew that I could probably break them easily if I wanted to, but my mind was holding me back- my training the only thing forcing me on. 

I was close to breaking point- but then a warm hand was placed on my chest, and I immediately calmed. I knew exactly why I was doing this. I was doing it because I loved him. And because he loved me…

Alex was perfect… and purer than I could ever be. Those perfect looks were just the surface, the hair that swayed and brushed against the curve of his ass as he walked… The cobalt eyes that seemed deeper than space itself… The devilish features that had been hardened off into manhood after years of life on the streets…

But that wasn’t it. Not only was he the most beautiful man I had ever met- he was also the kindest, and the cleverest, and the most understanding. Alex had a way of seeing things alike no one else- a unique perspective on life. It was amazing how all his years on his own hadn’t skewed his vision of other people- he was still just as trusting as ever, and amazingly outgoing. It was superb, he was just so strong…

And Alex was all I needed to survive. He was like oxygen, like water, like… like… without him I would die- everything would fall to pieces. He knew what to do and when, he knew everything about me- and I knew everything about him, even if I hadn’t always been good at showing my emotions. But there was nothing more I needed than him…

Alex’s hand didn’t move from my chest- but the bed dipped down as he transferred his weight to it. I kept my legs spread, and I felt him crawl over to kneel between them. Bare skin brushed tenderly against my thigh. He resumed his trail from earlier, lips brushing lightly against my chest- running across my collarbone and over heated flesh. He was moving so slowly… I cried aloud at such a miniscule stimulation. I pulled against the restraints again, but I wasn’t trying to get away.

Alex’s mouth moved- but he ran a warm finger up my side- right the way up my arm. I shivered and moaned again- for some reason I just couldn’t keep quiet today… His hand moved slowly and enticingly down my side again, and rested on my hip- keeping me still. I could hear nothing but my own heavy breathing and my heartbeat- the loud rushing of my blood in my ears.

Alex’s lips fell over mine, and I moaned into the kiss. His mouth wandered down again and met with one of my nipples- sending me arching away from the bed with a cry. He held me still, and proceeded to suck and lick expertly at the hardened nub of flesh- bringing his teeth down on it once or twice, making my cock twitch in response, before moving to the other nipple. All I could feel was his mouth there, but there was a little tickle as one of his hands moved up from between my thigh and…

“Alex!!” I cried as he took my arousal into his hand and pumped it slower than I thought possible. I was on fire- I could have come right then and there, but he wasn’t about to let me get that far. I was on edge, every touch like razor blades and sandpaper to my skin. And yet, there was total darkness- multicolour flashes passing my vision every couple of seconds, like fireworks of ecstasy in my head. I threw my head back against the pillow- but there was nothing I could do to help myself. I wanted to touch him- I wanted to touch myself, for Christ’s sake. There was nothing more in this world…




Perfection



Alex stroked me up and down, and writhed beneath him. He tried to keep me still with the vice-like hand on my hip and the mouth still roaming over my chest. He somehow managed to elicit an incoherent string of moans and curses from me- I don’t think I’d every made quite so much noise in my entire life. Trust Alex- it’s all his fault… I could hear him chuckle as I moved beneath him. I could just imagine him gazing down on me, that grin across his face, the sparkle in his eyes, and his warm hands on my skin…

And then he was gone again. His hand moved, his mouth moved, and everything suddenly went cold. I whimpered again with the loss.

And then there was warmth again. I suddenly stilled as I felt it. This slight warmth just above the head of my cock, my mouth opened in a silent ‘o’, I knew exactly where he was. “Jack…” Alex whispered, sending electricity up my spine, his voice thick with passion. “You look good enough to eat.” And he suddenly plunged down upon me. I screamed so hard it hurt- I had never done that. All I could feel was this warm heat, this was the hardest I had ever been, I was sure of it. I wished I could see him, see his face as he worked. But I could have nothing but this, there was nothing better, nothing could surpass Alex… He was a high that even out ruled any pharmaceutical product.

I was soaring higher and higher… like an eagle. There was darkness and light… and everything in between. Nothing else but Alex, but I couldn’t see him. I just knew it. He was the one thing my mind managed to focus on- him. And that was it, that flash of white light, the rushing in my ears, and my own distant screams as I leapt over the edge. It felt like and explosion ripping me apart- and everything rushed away from my grasp.

I floated slowly back to reality, my eyes opening to find only blackness. I felt like I had passed out or something, but I didn’t think so. Through the haze I noticed another intruder… Alex lay heavy up against my chest, waiting for me to come back down. There was a hand down between my legs, a slick digit wiggling near my entrance. I smiled, and felt warmth lowered over my lips. I willingly opened my mouth to Alex, tasting myself on him. “Fuck…” I whispered as he drew always slowly. 

Alex took his hand away from my entrance just long enough to grab my ankles and hook my legs up over his shoulders. Trying to make sure we were both comfortable, he shifted there a couple of times, and then reached back down. He paused a moment to fondle my sac, and then reached back behind- plunging two lubed fingers deep inside of me with a single, swift movement. I cried out again, I was glad Alex had rented this cabin, by now one of our neighbours would have surely called the police- especially since they didn’t know we were both gay. 

Another finger was added to the collection inside of me, and Alex delved deeper. I yelped as he hit that little cluster of nerves that he had taught me to love so much over the last few years. I was straight back to the same state I had been in minutes ago- so close- and all that Alex had to do was touch one spot…

He hit that spot a couple of times, pulling in and out, fucking me with his fingers… I was right there, standing looking over the edge of that cliff, ready to jump again- but he was holding me back again. 

The fingers suddenly left, accompanied by one of my now commonplace whimpers, only to be replaced my something a lot thicker and harder. Alex had both hands gripped hard to my hips- fingernails digging in an undoubtedly breaking the skin. That delicious combination of both pleasure and pain was just bringing me closer and closer… He slowly moved inside me, in and out, giving me time to adjust to the new intrusion. I could only envisage him in my head, lying there, between my legs, as close to the edge as me, but having to hold back. I could see him bite his lip as he slowly pumped in an out of me… he was so beautiful.

His movements built in speed and strength- egged on by my cries of encouragement, and I was soon shaking in his grip again. His moans and cries had joined my own, melding everything into one. I could tell from the way his hands shook at my hips that he was even closer than I was. He was brushing my prostate with every hit, now, and I was sure that one single touch to my cock could bring me off.

Alex suddenly leaned forwards, his hands leaving my hips, and I felt a scrabbling at the back of my head. The next thing I knew, light hit my eyes, and I was blinking to regain sight. Everything lost it’s blur- and Alex kissed me again, hot and passionate. I had to force myself to keep my eyes open for him. He looked down at me, something that I could only describe as desperation and lust in his eyes, as he moved into me even harder. He panted as he moved, but kissed me again, and then whispered, “I love you, Heero, thank you,” just the second before he released himself inside of me. The warmth spasming through me like a lake. He didn’t even need to touch me before I came- the heat inside of me fuelling the most intense thing I had ever felt.

“I love you, Alex,” I whispered, just before the darkness hit me again.




Perfection



Sometimes a great encounter becomes something more. Sometimes a mere passing becomes the chance encounter that changes your life. Sometimes, the Love of your life sneaks up on you, waiting for you to turn around and capture Her in her own turn. The two of you, in a somewhat awkward moment, ignore the pulse pounding in your ears and respond to one another with the best response you can muster. Usually, a Smile...

I had been working in Sun Valley, Idaho. Been working hard, long hours trying to beat Fall's rush. She came to me, flying into Hailey two days before our departure for Southern California via Lake Tahoe. Her first trip West, other than a trip to a Super Bowl.

At the Airport, the smile had turned into a kiss that can only be likened to stepping off a Sailboat after a long crossing. Your sea legs weakening at the knees. Her hand sliding up the back of my neck, prolonging the kiss as it sliced through my heart. Encouraging me to bend her slightly backward as she hooked her ankle behind my own, her arms slipping round my neck. I almost expected cheers from the Airport crowd.

Effortless....

Seamless...

Consummation...

Meant to BE...

The next two days passed as a blur. From Hot Springs in Stanley Basin, to Bonding Dinners in Ketchum, nurturing breakfasts in Hailey, and filling the gaps that my "New Found" friends might have had in wondering about what kind of Woman attracted this Man. EVERYONE returned her radiant smile and Spirit. Her cognizant and even unguarded self shown so brightly as to make me proud. Our attraction, laid on the line, became MORE than one could hope for. When She came to me, shared herself with me, accepted me to her core, it became an 

Epiphany....

Cradle...

Where "We" were MEANT to be!!

The time came, when packed up, People waving, "We" were OFF! South! Over the hump into the Snake River Valley. Her smile, lilting giggle, sweet voice singing with the Stereo ALL reminded me of a Butterfly merrily working it's way across a spread of Flowers. In NO hurry! A considered slow path of enjoying Life's wonderful bounties and surprises..

Playing a CD She had burned and brought with her, I delighted in Her show of Talent and ability. Especially when "Let's talk about SEX" came on. Leaning back against the door, her sexy legs extending from her slight, wispy skirt, she began to sing to me through slitted, smoldering eyes. Her feet ran up and down my leg until she saw the effect she had me as evidenced by my member swelling out from the confines of my Short's leg. Giggling, she positioned over me, and freeing her desired aim, spilled her hair over my lap, moaning my name as she engulfed me. I moaned in return as she graced me with a performance indelibly tied to her Choreographic talent.

Heaven,

Nirvana,

Meant as a gift from a Woman,

To please Her Man.

Trying my best to not kill us both, the bridge over the Snake River Canyon offered me it's scenic viewpoint before crossing the great steel bridge into Twin Falls. As I hastily exited, my hand slid down her back and pulled up her skirt, her hips rising to free it. She adjusted slightly, her lips and tongue traveling up and down my length, as my hand followed her graceful contours over her lush ass. Following under, my fingers searched beseechingly until, accented by her gasp, my fingertips slipped through her wetness. Finding a secluded parking spot, I lowered the windows and shut down the engine and A.C.. Incredulously, almost surreal, I seemed a third party to the animal utterances from her as I slipped two fingers deeply into her. Her head bobbed up and down to the cadence set by my hand.

Her hands clasped around her object of desire, she let one slide down to tickle under my balls as her tongue circled the head of my cock. My fingers pushed her wetness to her clit, soaking it as I pinched and lightly twisted it. She began to buck uncontrollably.

Grabbing her blond Pony Tail, I pulled her maddening mouth off of me as she protested and struggled to recapture her prize.

"Umph!" She moaned as she assaulted me again, "LET ME!" She blurted and then hungrily swallowed me nearly whole.

The gravel behind us growled as a car pulled into the lot. Once again, I pulled her off of her coveted entity.

"I WANT IT!" She demanded, her eyes flashing frustration.

"Baby,,, and your GOING to get it!" I said, kissing her and stuffing her monument back into my shorts with great difficulty. I laughed a bit as she straightened her skirt and I pulled down the Sun Visor Mirror for her to see her smeared lipstick. She smiled, wiped the rest off, and was out the door like a Thoroughbred out of a starting gate. Meeting her outside after closing the windows and, taking her hand, the Truck's locks chirped as I lead her off.

Off to a secluded spot overlooking the Canyon, and on a grassy patch, sequestered by sentinels of jumbled Volcanic Lava Soldiers, I TOOK her, Got her OFF, Rang Her FUCKING Bell... We oralled one another until, my hand clasped over her mouth to keep the Mormon sightseers from hearing her cries, I nailed her like a shingle ROOF! I don't think she was even aware, but a small airplane cruising the canyon banked heavy and returned for a second, slow look at me hammering my babygirl.. 

Sated, her legs hooked behind my knees, her arms moving her flat palms up and down my back, and caressing my neck, we said it for the really first time,

"I LOVE YOU!" 

Truly,

Sincerely,

As Love is meant to be.

We checked into the Red Lion as soon as possible, the door barely closed and we were on one another AGAIN. We left the room for about forty-five minutes once, to sit in the Spa for a while, until the look of her body in her thong, and the look on her face turning ever so "wrong", she was a bad little girl who needed yet more of what chemistry was being shared between us. The rest of the night, we lived on the fruit gathered during our traveling through the "Magic Valley". THAT, and our growing love for one another. I have never been with such a consummate Lover after such a short time. It usually takes a little time until you know one another's styles, rhythms, and "Sweet Spots". This woman, however, seemed to know me so well. Knew how I tingle when little suckle kisses are lavished on that spot on my neck, and how I simply go wild when my ear is tongue lashed, suckled, and whispered into as my erection is handled. And she responded to me, followed my lead in moves that anticipated and flowed with my own. We were like two dancers, familiar with different styles and moves. And when, finally, she came over me, the Danseuse in her came out, and it was all I could do but keep up. Head back, hands on my chest, nipples wanton in the candlelight, she rode me until she collapsed onto me, draining me into her essence. She anointed me then, Baptized me in the tears of a woman showing her satisfaction and appeasement to her 'Whole' self. And there, head on my chest, she wept tears of joy and happiness, and I felt blessed. Late into the night, she fell asleep, head on my shoulder, hand holding the hair on my chest.

The next morning, we arose late, yet once again at each other. After a much needed breakfast (I jokingly wished for an Oyster and Viagra Omelet), we headed South into a crystal clear, blue skied mid morning on a broad reach to somewhere in Nevada, maybe Ely and America's Loneliest Highway, Route 50. ALWAYS, avoid 'Interstates'!

A Florida Girl, this was her first Desert experience and I watched her closely. Being a 'Western' kid, I was raised in an automobile, always anxious to see what was around the next mountain, over the next River. I was encouraged by her smile and questions. Soon, she was noting the altitudes we were achieving at passes, and reading Mountain heights off the map. Something over 10,000 feet was inconceivable to her, she said, unless you were in an airplane! Soon, the sun warming her through the window, she had her feet on the dash and was snoozing in a state of bliss and contentment.

Awakening around Wells, Nevada, she sleepily rested her head on my shoulder, her hand tucking into my arm. After a needed lunch at a Basque Restaurant, we headed South again past "Hole in the Mountain Peak". The High Ruby Mountains soon loomed over us to the west with some snow STILL showing from hidden pockets.

Her hands were once again, never idle. Her lips ranged from singing, to laughter, to whispering in my ear. Her intelligence, at THIS moment, only eclipsed by her sensuality. 

Suddenly, on the stereo, came MY music. Allison Krause and her band..

The acoustic Guitar invited us deeper,

Her planing voice got steeper.

"It's amazing how you, 

Can speak right to my Heart!" 

I watched as the Music captured my rider,

"Without saying a word,

You can light up the Dark!" 

I decelerated to the side of the road....

"Try as I may I could never explain,

Just what I feel when, 

You don't say a THING"~~~~

I reached her door and pulled her from it just as the Chorus began, 

"The smile on your face 

Let's me know that you need me,"

She came into my arms so smoothly, matching my "Box Step" waltz,

"There's a truth in your eyes saying,

You'll never leave me,

The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, 

If ever I Fall."~~~~~~~

We glided so smoothly on the side of the road, the speaker singing from her side of the Pick-up,

"You say it BEST,

When you say NOTHING at ALL!"~~~~~ 

We assumed a steady groove, her knees separating to accept one of my own between them as we swayed.

"All day long I can hear

People talking about." 

A Mandolin added it's teasing wail,

"But when you hold me near,

You drown out the crowd."

And teases again,

"Old Mister Webster could Never define,

What's being said between,

Your heart and Mine."~~~~~~~~

As the Mandolin joined our dynamics, we moved as one. Her hips gliding to mine as we swayed once again to the chorus. 

"The smile on your face, 

Lets me know that you need me.

There's a truth in your eyes saying,

You'll never leave me..

The touch of your hand 

Says you'll catch me,

Whenever I fall....

You say it best, 

When you say NOTHING at ALL!"~~~~~~

And as we turned up the heat along with our pace, we segued along with the song to an Electric Guitar Solo.

Raising dust as we shuffled and grounded to one another, a Semi went bye and Blared his approval on his horns. We waved and didn't slow at all as we mashed our pelvises together. Her wrist curled round my neck as my hands held her hips and caused them to roll with my own.

The Piano tinkled enticingly as Allison segued to one last fulminating chorus,

"The smile on your face ,

Let's me know that you need me."

The piano tickles even slower,

"There's a truth in your eyes saying,

You'll NEVER leave me."

Her hips settled to mine.

"The touch of your hand says you'll catch me," 

Her face turned up to mine, and our lips met as the Piano agreed.

"Whenever I Fall!"~~~~~~~

Our heads spun as though our lips were Manna.

"You say it best,

When you say nothing, 

At All!"~~~~~~~~~~~

Piano, Base, Drums, and Slide Guitar joined as her arms slipped round my neck and mine around her waist and we felt one another deeper than ever before as we danced as the remainder of a song, so much deeper than any we had ever heard, carried us away...

Min waved at some Kids waving from the back of an SUV as she looked forward to the rest of this day...

Perhaps the future unfolding...

Meant to Be!!



Perfection in the World of the Dead



It had been four years since the virus had escaped. It's transmission, through blood. Over the first few days it spread like the domino effect. Over the first few weeks, around the world, lakes and rivers dried up, lush green terrain and forest land decayed. Over the first few seconds of its escape the people all changed. Mindless, blood- crazed carnivores now murdered and consumed their very own, former, brethren. By the first few months over three quarters of the Earths population was wiped out to be replaced by death, decay and 

destruction. It was just the 'virus.' All human civilization was now scattered and divided, a few roamed in small groups, those lucky enough found places in which they could rebuild in small towns and become refugees, others wandered the Earth looking for salvation with those they found on their way.

Me, I was a lone-wolf. In the world before I was a trained blade- master and assassin. Now I walked the Earth to kill those who threatened what was left of humanity. I carried light, a long bow with a quiver full of iron headed arrows, ten short knives, five pocket knives, two long swords, and one katana. As well as my prize possession, 'The Blade Glaive' a carbon-fiber disc with three curved iron blades, easy to kill a minimum of five infected in one throw.

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Date: 2024 April 15

Location: Europe, Britain, countryside (unknown) 

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All thoughts, signs of serenity and dreams elude you in the world of the dead. You focus on what lies ahead, literally, in my case, on a farmland field with only mist and shadow to greet my eyes. I was born with black eyes; I had no visible pupils or retinas, just jet black circles on a plain of white, my hair also like my eyes, black, my skin, pale and as bright as the moon. I was fit for this world; standing at six foot five inches I towered above my enemies, over sufficient muscle in the upper body to overcome any strength obstacle. I walked with no expression, eyes darting, piercing the horizon. I counted sixteen infected, all aware of my presence, they had evolved since the early days, before they roamed mindlessly and now they were stronger, their senses heightened, posture more formidable, and worse they had developed a basic sense of knowledge. They knew danger, they knew who was weak, when to attack, where to go and also, how to work together.

I sighted them all, four on my twelve, six on my three and six on my seven. I sensed they all closed in, all within twenty paces, pretending to know nothing of their existence; I carried on, waiting until the right moment to strike. One on my twelve paced forward toward me and instantly lost his head, sliced by my left sword. My right hand grasped my 'glaive' and instinctively I launched it at the group on my three, as it flew back towards me, I heard six heads fall to ground. As I placed my 'glaive' back into its sheath, I grasped my right sword and in one swing decapitated the three infected left on my twelve. Swiftly, I pelted my own body around and my hands grasped four short knives, and in one lightning fast moment hurled them towards the heads of the infected. The two left standing ran back away from the onslaught as I walked to collect my knives. I forced two of the blades further into the heads of the mindless bastards and green, puss filled blood oozed out the opening. I ripped both blades out, wiped, and then sheathed them. I placed my fingers on the handles of the other two, only to hear an echo. I jerked my head to the side as I pulled the blades out. I intended to follow my original path when I heard it even louder a second time as if it was coming closer to me.

I stood full height and withdrew both long swords. My eyes sprinted over the distance and my ears studied the sounds. I fixated my head to the East, and sprinted into the unknown nether. I saw decaying woodland, only a few trees had sufficient foliage for cover. At full sprint speed I darted up the tallest Oak and climbed to the upper branches and pulled over my black cloak. Staring down, a hoard of infected, numerous beyond count. They were surrounding something, or someone. They gathered in a circle I managed to estimate around four hundred, and then I saw. Four survivors, four human survivors, four human living survivors, trapped, caught and doomed. Three were male and one was female. All armed, very lightly, two of the males had long serrated knives and the other a rusty axe, and the girl had a small silver pistol. I knew they would be dead in no more than a few seconds. I had to make a choice, continue my path, or help the helpless. I eyed the surroundings, dry dead oak and ash trees littered 

the area, and rain was rare now. My left pocket had two more match sticks left, and I had the perfect plan. A small hollow shell lay in side- pocket of my one-strap bag. My mother gave it to me when I was young and always I kept it with me. With full lung capacity I blew into the opening and from the shell came a cascade of sounds which temporarily deafened me. Now all infected had lost interest on the survivors and focused on me. I ignored the new threat and looked at the group who simply stared wild-eyed at me. I nodded my head forward and signaled them to creep away as a gap had emerged from the back of circle of infected. I whipped the matchstick on the dead bark of the tree and saw that the Moon was now starting to move into the sky, looking back down at the infected, I smiled, dropped the flame and whispered 

"Good night mother-fuckers."

The crowd of infected started their own domino effect here, one by one they all burned to ash. In no less than two minutes the mob of four hundred was no more than forty, the rest literally in patches of dust and ash. The remaining, enraged un-dead ran towards the tree I was perched on and attempted to climb it, they didn't even get within five yards of the base of the trunk, the fire still encircled half the tree and in my left hand, the long re-curve bow fired a non-stop barrage of arrows, they all pierced the faces of the animated dead. No more than ten were left standing now. I jumped down and dispatched the remaining few with one sword. Then silence reigned supreme, I checked to see if any were left and when confident I was alone again I began harvesting my arrows again. Once my blades were re-sheathed and arrows collected, I went in the direction of the survivors, each one of their faces still fresh in my mind. One of the men, late fifties he looked, barely fit and falling ill, another in his thirties, brown hair, athletic and strong, the other, a boy, no more than twenty years of age, blonde and stout, no warrior however. And then there was the girl, young, again no older than twenty, blonde hair, green eyes, stout and strong figure. After a quick and silent sprint I caught sign of the group, they headed for another forest. I detoured and circled around them; I reached the entrance of the woodland minutes before them and waited in the trees.

"It doesn't matter who he was, he saved us and killed all those infected, he's not an enemy so we shouldn't fear him!" stated one of the group. 

They neared the forest boundary and their voices were coming into ear shot. It sounded as if it was the girl who said it, higher pitch than that of the men. They continued to debate over me and who I was, it was actually fun listening to the fears the living have over those who still live rather than those who seek to maul the flesh of them. Having tired of their meaningless conversation and detecting that danger was increasing the further we went into the forest. I decided to engage, rather than being friendly, I went for the peaceful/hostile approach.

"Dangerous to walk in the shadows of the forest at twilight, only to 

have death sing of your tale when cornered. Not everyone's lucky to 

have me around." I spoke in a low, dark tone. 

I was surprised the group hadn't jumped or had been startled by my words. They remained silent. I looked down and stared into the eyes of all four, only then to jump down. I landed in a crouch and then revealed my full height. My cloak still concealed my entire body and my hood draped over enshrouding my face from their eyes, while still letting me see them. All my blades were hidden under my cloak as was my bag; the only thing that was visible was my quiver and my bow which was wrapped with its string in front. "Show your self!" the brown haired one demanded. 

"Or what?" I asked rhetorically. 

No reply came from them. 

"You see, there are no rules in this world, all you must do is keep going, and not fall into shadow." I stated.

"Who are you?" the older man asked. 

"My name is Roman Hazard, former assassin and blade-master, I am nineteen years old and my mission is to destroy this viru-"

Caught off guard, a few infected surrounded us, I ran to the North while the group got separated, the three men went up to the trees and left the girl behind. She was now surrounded by eight un-dead with only a gun, though she dared not use it for fear it's sound would attract more. I swung out my 'glaive' and in one throw wiped out four infected. With a second swing all but one fell to ground; as I placed the 'glaive' back in its sheath I tripped over the remaining un-dead and crushed his under my boot. The girl, no more than two yards away, then ran over and clutched me while sobbing. Close proximity was something I never had for years and a new flame inside me erupted. I knew however we had to get out of this place, and the other men had obviously darted.

"How far are we?" she asked.

"From where?" I asked.

"From where we're 

going to camp for the rest of the night." she stated. 

"I grew up not far from here, about ten clicks, me and my friends used to play in these fields and woods, if I remember correctly, our old shack is right here." and I tapped my boots to the ground and a hollow knock echoed. 

I pulled open the door and walked down, as she followed me down, I lit the candles on the sides of the passage with my final match, as I got tithe center, I went back to the door and padlocked it shut. The room was encased in two thick layers of wood as well as three inches of metal. This was an old, forgotten, abandoned bunker, enough to house ten people for a few nights. The entire underground room was soundproof and nothing could get in or out, save for the now secure and padlocked door. 

"This is where I used to go to escape everything, reality, school, parents, everything, and it was my temple, my shrine and now, it's my saviour and home." I smiled. 

The room was brightly lit thanks to all the candles and actually very clean. Everything from my childhood was here. 

"Mattress, duvet, pillow, Luxury" I exclaimed. I pulled out a box of matches from the drawers as well as the pistol my dad gave me. "We can spend the night here." I told her and she nodded in approval. 

I frowned and slowly walked up to her, she was shivering and sobbing. I studied her for a moment. She was average height, around five foot nine inches, long beautiful golden hair that ran to her shoulders, slender body with smooth attractive curves. I placed my hand on her waist and the other on the bottom of her chin and lifted her head to meet my gaze, "you're okay now, I've got you" I assured her. Thankfully she smiled and wrapped her arms around me. As we leaned out we looked at each other, and from everything that was bad out there, for once I felt nothing but goodness, as she leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were actually so soft and sweet, sort of tender and her aroma was purely luscious. We both slept on the same mattress and because all the candles were blown out, the room became chilli. She then curled up to me and said calmly and gracefully 

"My name is Maria Velenka, I'm eighteen years old" she paused "and thank you" she finished before falling asleep in my arms. 

I smiled to myself and also drifted away into a deep slumber. Morning arrived. Days were dark now and the Sun barely could peek through the clouds. The icy-chill of winter's breath lingered in the air. The ground was littered with nothing. When nearing the end of autumn, one would have assumed the Earth to be covered in yellow and gold crisped leaves which had fallen from their perches amongst the trees branches. But there were barely any leaves now, the odd one or two lay here and there. Some tree bark had gone jet black from its wholesome brown. Life was dying once more. As the years drag on even more human survivors would perish. I had perched myself atop a tree and sat there with my thoughts. My peace was interrupted by Maria, as she attempted to climb the tree; I extended a hand and pulled her up. 

"Aren't you freezing up here?" she asked while shivering. 

I pulled my arm from my hip and placed it over her shoulder so my cloak would keep her warm. 

She then huddled closer to me and asked "I miss it Roman, the world before, before all this." All I could do was nod. "Did you have a family?" she inquired. 

Again I just nodded. 

"You still think of them?" she followed. 

I sighed with exasperation, "not a day goes by when I don't think of them, but I don't miss them much." She stared at me and I knew she wanted additional context so I added "My parents died when I was five, my brother was murdered when I was eight and my sister went missing and never found, she was classified dead when I was thirteen. I was taken into the care of my cousin, he was a former marine and front line infantry, it was him who taught me how to fight, it was him who taught me to be strong, to be hard and to have compassion, 

that's what made me save you." I explained "I will never forget my family, it's actually them that keep me going, that drive me on, give me a reason to stay alive, I just live through them." 

Maria was silent after that, I saw her shed a tear and then she held my hand. Only when she held my hand, did I realize, it was clenched into a fist and trembling heavily. I never had talked about my former life to anyone; I never had even discussed it with my cousin. 

"What about you?" I returned. 

She shook her head and went "all turned, virus got 'em, the three guys I was with, they saved me, from my own family, the guys, they weren't that friendly, they were going to use me as a decoy while they could escaped from the mob when you saved us." she explained. 

I looked down at her face, smiled and rested my chin upon her head. We sat there for a while until there were sounds. Moans, rasps and dragging feet, the sounds were getting louder and louder. I grabbed Maria, my left arm grabbed the under side of her knees and my right her back, as I swooped her up, I jumped down to ground, the impact stung my feet badly, but the group were closing in. I opened the shelter door as I let Maria go, she ran in and I followed quickly. A quick glance at the mob and I saw there had to be hundreds of them. 

I closed and locked the door as Maria forcefully said "we could have taken them, killed the lot." 

I looked at her and sadly replied "I wish, about three years ago I could have killed five times more than that, while cornered with but a single blade, they're evolved now, plus I 

wouldn't want to burn the place were we live." She sighed and agreed.

There was nothing to do for hours because of the mob of infected walking over the bunker. I was kept busy, I had to maintain my equipment, one by one I sharpened each sword and blade and then straightened my knives. After, I tightened the string on my bow then sharpened and re-fletched my arrows, next I wiped clean my glaive drenched in blood. Finally I started to make some packs. From supplies, I managed to make half a dozen medical packs; two dozen food packs four ammunition packs. Maria just watched me silently as I did them. After I was done I pushed over half of all the packs to Maria. 

"For you" I said with a smile. 

She stared at me wild-eyed "you're leaving me?!" 

I simply chuckled "no, they're just for you, use them only for emergencies, and don't waste anything." 

I got up stretched my aching body, the temperature in bunker was getting hotter, and I decided to take my shirt off. 

Maria smiled as I turned to face her, "nice body, workout much?" 

I shrugged and went "starting to hit the gym and all that you know, treadmill for cardio, weights for strength and all that" and she just laughed. 

"Can you train me?" she asked. "What?" I asked, tilting my head. "train me, make me stronger, fitter, teach me how to fight, how to use a sword, fire a bow, just something so that I can be of use." she said enthusiastically. 

"Alright, not today, maybe tomorrow, I'll start up a schedule, strict, you start from tomorrow, and you do as I say, when I say." I said. Again she just nodded.

Maria was sleeping. I had crept out of the bunker near midnight, the moon fully lit the dead forest, I had once again perched myself up on the beaches of the old oak, the mob of infected had passed through the forest. Outlines of them could be seen in the distance. The racket of sounds had dissipated as well. For once, a wave of drowsiness washed on me, and I slowly dismounted the branch, and entered the bunker, after it was padlocked, I went to my mattress and glanced over at Maria, she was fast a sleep and yet her hands were shivering and 

shaking, her breathing was in rasps, I easily I could sense she was cold. There was no heating in this place, no way to make a fire without the fumes choking us to death. I smiled, for once I actually felt as if I was not on my own, as if I had someone. I walked over to my mattress pulled the duvet over and put it over Maria, then I huddled next her, and felt that she wasn't shivering or shaking anymore. I put my head on my pillow and shut my eyes.

Morning came slow, grey clouds hovered in the sky, the Sun was blocked out and the forest was dark. Maria and I headed out into the plain landscape, there was little fog there and you could see for miles. My jeans were thin and flexible, and on my torso was just a white tank 

top. 

"What are we going to do first?" Maria asked energetically and excitedly. She was wearing half cut tight jeans and a blue sleeveless shirt. 

"You see that tree there" I pointed to a tall conker tree, "you run there and back here three times." 

Her face dropped "running?!" she asked. 

I just nodded. She sighed with exasperation, turned and ran to the tree full sprint. I was really surprised at her sprint speed and pace; she was quick, but not quick enough. 

"Done, three times" she gasped, clearly she was out of breath. 

"Great, that's the warm-up done" I said. 

Her eyes flared "WARM-UP?!" 

"Yep, I'm going to do the next twenty miles with you and then we will finish of with some knife throwing" I said with a smile. She sighed once more and we were off. Ten miles in and I was surprised that she was still going after her sprinting. I could tell now that she was starting to tire, her leg movements became more limp and rustic and her arms were starting to flail about. "C'mon we have only done five miles." I shouted. 

She cursed under her breath and started to sprint to catch-up to me. We had almost done twenty miles, we had about two hundred meters to go and I simply shouted "ten more miles to go, we're half way there now" and again she set off a resilient sprint. "Stop" I shouted, "that's twenty miles" I said with a bright smile. Maria was gasping for breath, her hands were on her thighs and she was sweating real heavily. It took a while for the words to sink in. She understood I had told her the wrong distances to see her consistency and work rate, I had to say I was impressed. She was still panting; I walked over to her, took hold of both her hands and placed them on to the back of her head. "When you're out of breath, open your lungs and body fully to take in more Oxygen" I explained.