8 comments/ 8188 views/ 16 favorites A Secret Revealed Ch. 02 By: Keller23 ( Hey, back again with a new chapter. The scenes will start getting more intense as Rose and Eve open up to each other, and yes, I do have some really interesting ideas planned for them. A comment asked why I put the XXXs to show when something sexual happens. There is one simple reason but I'll describe it the best I can. There are three types of people who come to sites like these. 1: To read the story and enjoy the smut. 2: To read the smut and leave. 3: To read the story but avoid smut. Because of this, I have a warning before each sexual encounter so that you can either find the smut easier or to avoid it completely. I do understand that this may come as an inconvenience to the first type of people but this is the best plan I could come up with to make everyone equally happy ) ***** The cab ride was mostly a blur through exhausted eyes. Rose had me tucked under her arm as we cuddled on the one side to counteract the cold of night. Our wet hair and underwear doing little to help that cause. It was't long before we were back in her apartment, both of us sinking into the bathtub to let the boiling water reheat us. I kept my hands between my legs, unconsciously trying to hide my secret even in my tiresome state. I don't think I'd ever get used to her knowing about it. After we got washed up, it was straight to bed. "Oh, sweet mother of god!" Rose stretched across the double bed, arching her back and rolling over to hug the blankets "I don't think I've ever been this damn tired...". Chuckling softly, I joined her and she pulled the blankets over both of us. Her hands touched my hips and she looked into my eyes "This feels right". She gave a warming smile and kissed me passionately, running her fingers along my side until she broke the lock. Blushing, I bit my finger and wiggled lower into the blanket so I could hide my face. We lay side-by-side for the second time, holding each other in a warm embrace as we drifted off "Goodnight, Eve". At least there was nobody waiting for me back at my house because I honestly didn't want to leave those four walls of her bedroom. She was asleep before me, giving me a chance to just look at her and think about what would happen for us. To think that just two days ago, I would have never thought I'd be in this position. I slid a bit closer to her and nervously kissed her forehead, receding back to my spot with a faint blush as I closed my eyes. Whatever was ahead, at least I would be with my Rose. Like that, I dozed off. Little did I know of what would be waiting for me in the morning... =XXX "Yes, Eve..." almost inaudible yet it woke me up. Heavy, muffled breaths were disturbing the quiet of early morning but I didn't stir or make a sound. I was on my side, staring at the mushroom brown wall, knowing full well what was happening behind my back. Every now and then, the bed would make an odd motion which only proved my theory. Was Rose masturbating next to me? It was the only explanation. This continued for a while and she was only getting more and more restless. To make it even worse, the commotion was extremely arousing. I wanted to roll over and confront her, to help relieve herself but I couldn't. I was too scared to even move a muscle, scared to give in to that side of me. So I was alone, forced to hear those torturing gasps and groans as she 'secretly' played with herself. I bit the blanket and closed my eyes. Why was I the one feeling embarrassed? Suddenly, it got quiet. After a few moments, there was a soft cry of pleasure and a sharp jerk of her body as she climaxed. To avoid waking me, she rolled onto her stomach and moaned into the pillow while her hand furiously rubbed the much-needed orgasm to it's very peak. Those lewd noises almost made me lose control. Then everything started to calm down, the movements halted and she let out a deep exhale of satisfaction. As if nothing happened, she got cozy in bed again and snuggled against my back, leaving me helpless with a throbbing erection. I stayed absolutely still for the next half hour, waiting until Rose's breathing was in a slow and steady rhythm, signalling that she was finally asleep. Quiet, besides the drum-roll of my heartbeat, the apartment had an eerie silence. I swallowed hard, fighting back the need to adjust the erection that was very uncomfortably trying to push out of my underwear. The slightest movement of my arm would cause Rose to stir in her sweet slumber, leaving me without any options but to wait and see if it would calm down. Waiting and thinking, something crossed my mind. Why did Rose feel the need to masturbate? There were countless excuses running through my mind but I knew in my heart why. She was unfulfilled by me. It makes sense, I've always been on the receiving end of our sexual encounters and I did nothing to even try to accommodate for her troubles. My chest coiled slightly and I bit softly on my knuckle while I relished in the guilt. There was only one way to fix this... XXX= A smirk nipped at my lips. The very thought of it was exciting me. Tonight I would prove my love to her... Falling asleep was easy after I got that worry off my chest. Worming into the blanket, I slipped unconscious once again. The next few hours passed by in a blink. I rolled onto my side. Lazily opening my eyes, I was greeted by Rose's loving smile "Hey, babe..." she whispered sweetly to me while her hand came up to touch my own. The way her untamed crimson strands were draping over her left eye and how her green hues twinkled against the red. It was a sight to see. Blushing, I entwined my fingers with her's and rested our hands on the pillow between us. Somehow I didn't feel weird about what she was doing earlier, as though I'd focused those feelings into fueling my plan. "Is everything okay? It seems like there's something on your mind" she shifted a bit closer to me and kissed my hand playfully with a cheeky grin. I shook my head quickly to avoid suspicion and then I pulled away from her to sit up. She did the same, stretching her arms to either side as she yawned. "I'll have to go out a little later but besides that I think I'm just gonna chill here for the day" pushing her hair back and glancing over at me with that same grin. A whole day to ourselves. Nobody and nothing would ruin our lazy day. And what a great day it turned out to be; The air had an icy nip to it and the dark clouds were looming over the city, staring down at those not worthy enough to be up there where the smell of rain would indulge your senses. I've always loved the rain and cold days when I could just curl up into a blanket and close my eyes. We ate breakfast in the lounge area while we watched an episode of some weird Anime she was into. I couldn't make heads or tails of anything but there was one character who wrote names in a book. It sounded pretty cool actually. Rose put her plate down and sank back in the couch "I'll have to go after this episode, sorry. Just something I gotta do quickly" a hint of mystery in her voice that caught my attention. I looked at her curiously. It made me remember what happened the day before, what that guy said. This girl that I loved was a complete stranger to me and it made me anxious to know where she wanted to go. The episode ended shortly after and she pecked my lips softly "I'll be right back, okay?". Nodding, I shifted back on the couch and pulled the blanket over my lap. She gave a small grin before disappearing into her room to change her clothing while I just sat there, wondering where she needed to go. "Alright!" she walked out the room in a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt "Bye!". The door shut behind her and she was gone. Where she was going was a mystery to me. I let my gaze linger on the door for a few seconds before it glided over to the T.V. Why was I feeling that way? I should be able trust her, shouldn't I? Shaking the thoughts aside, I stood up and walked up to the cabinet under the T.V. Maybe I could take my mind off it. There was a black controller wrapped neatly in it's cord resting inside and it gave me an idea. How did she do it again? I found the 'ON' button for her gaming console and switched through the channels to find the right one, remembering how to do it from watching Rose play on it before. It did look fun, so why not? It was set to load up the last game she was playing so I just plopped back down on the couch while I waited for it to start. Remembering from watching Rose, I navigated through the main menu and created a new save file. Okay, easy part out the way. Then I lost sense of time. Who knew that I would be the world's greatest demon slayer? I was sucked into the world of gaming instantly and the feeling of a controller in my hands was amazing. First level went to the next and the next and the next. A psychotic grin spread across my face and I decapitated the great demon lord who fell as a heap of gory blood and guts at my feet. My fingers tapped the controller's D-Pad to select the 'NEXT MISSION' option when suddenly the door handle lowered with a creak. Like a zombie, I turned my head slowly to look at the door. Being so hooked to the T.V, I had to blink a few times to regain my vision. There's no way that Rose could be back so fast, right? To my surprise, she appeared with her hands behind her back "Hey, Eve? I'm home!" She saw me immediately, raising an eyebrow when she noticed the controller in my hands. "No way..." she muttered quietly and quickly glanced at the T.V screen "This is either a trick or you just became an even hotter girlfriend". I blushed and diverted my eyes with a sheepish smile. Rose joined me on the couch, taking extra care in hiding whatever she was holding. It was still odd that she got home so quick. I took a very quick peak at the clock on her wall and noticed that she had actually been gone for about an hour and a half but I mustn't have noticed because I was so into the game. "Eve..." she started. I pulled my eyes to hers, getting curious as to what she was up to. She smiled nervously and continued "I got you something that might make your life a little easier. It's nothing much but maybe you'll appreciate it" her voice was smooth and gentle. Nodding, I swallowed hard and awaited my gift. She gave a warm smile and pulled something from behind her back. Held in front of me was a thin A5 notebook with the letter 'Put your heart in and let your voice out' written on the very center of the cover. That little note made a tear swell in my left eye. "I told you it's nothing..." she looked away and scratched the back of her head. Wiping the tear away, I pinched a corner of the book and she looked back at me with a weak smile. Before she could say anything, I dived forward and hugged her, crushing our lips together. At first she was shocked but slowly leaned back and accepted it. She let the book drop onto the floor as we embraced our love. Her tongue would dance against my lips before pushing in and flicking at my own. Caressing her hips, I returned the oral assault by sucking the tip of her tongue and then biting her bottom lip delicately. Something was different, like I had more confidence in myself. She shifted to my chin and then down my neck, leaving pinkish hickeys all over my soft flesh. As much as I was loving the attention, I felt the need to please her, too. Bringing a hand up to her cheek, I made her look into my eyes. This time, I gently lowered my lips to hers. She responded by closing her eyes as we made the sensual contact. I stroked her cheek, letting our kiss linger for as long as I could. We pulled away and exhaled in unison. The shyness and anxiety came crawling back up my spine and I moved to the other end of the couch with a deep blush. I chewed on my knuckle softly and shot my gaze to the open notebook on the floor. Rose sat up "I'm glad you like it" she said with a loving smile as she picked it up and handed it over. Taking it firmly in my palm, I took a moment to savor the feel of it before I scrounged the coffee table for a pencil. Rose always did her college work on it so I assumed she would have one lying around. Like I thought, there was one hidden under a magazine which I swiped and brought up to the cover of my book. Underneath Rose's message, I began to scribble something down 'Thank you'. Blushing, I turned it to show her. She was happy, to say the least. "I love you, Eve...And now you can express yourself. I just wish there was more I could do for you to make you happier" it was obvious in her tone how much she honestly loved me. I wrote next to it 'I love you, too'. That was the first time I'd ever been able to openly express my love for her and I eagerly brought it up for her to see. At the same time, I mouthed the words of my message. She was taken aback by it, requiring a full minute before she spoke again "That means more to me than you know...". Her hands trembled slightly but she was able to restrain herself "Thank you, Eve". Now, this was the first time I'd ever seen her like that. So vulnerable. I could have sworn she was about to cry but I'm assuming that her usual tough demeanor was strong enough to suppress that emotion. To think that I meant so much to her...Why did I have so much of an effect on her? Maybe this powerful, dominant girl that I loved had a much softer side to her that she just refused to give in to. My eyebrows furrowed and I held out a hand towards her, opening my palm as a gesture for her to do the same. Noticing it, she immediately raised her palm to my own. Our fingers intertwined, molding into the other's grasp. They fit together like it was meant to be. Leaning in, we shared a glance before closing our eyes and letting the moment drag us into it. It was around 2 o' clock and the rain began to very lightly tap on the windows, as if to lull us closer. Nothing mattered at that moment. Our passionate kiss continued for as long as we could hold our breath, only stopping to inhale before we went back at it. Suddenly, she fell back onto the couch with me in a tight hug. I was on top, not breaking the kiss as I shifted my weight to try and lay beside her. The blanket I was using earlier was slumped on the floor which Rose found after some fumbling. For a second, she broke away from the kiss to pull the blanket over both of us. Just the two of us in absolute warmth. Yes...This is what I wanted. A day alone with my love. A day alone with her. My rose. To be honest, nothing special happened for the rest of that day. It was exactly what I wanted. We made out under the blanket until we were eventually just sleeping in each other's arms. Not a surprise since we got back late last night and needed to catch up on some sleep. When we woke up, I played some more of that game and Rose helped me out a little; she taught me some of the special moves that I couldn't quite get the hang of. We had a late lunch/early dinner, at around 6 0' clock-ish and then she showed me a new Anime that she said "will definitely relate to you". Much to my surprise, she was right. It was about a young introverted girl in High School and as funny as it was when I looked passed the hilarity the story was very depressive. A few episodes later and we went back to playing video games. How much more could I possibly wish for? Every second that ticked by only drew closer to my plan and it made me nervous. Nonetheless, I was excited. We'd gotten so carried away in the game that we didn't notice how late it was getting. The rain still continued, getting more heavy as it got later into the night. "Eve" I pressed 'PAUSE' and turned to face her. She placed a hand on my thigh, sending tingles up to my loins "It's getting pretty late. Would you mind taking the blanket back to the bedroom? I'm going to the bathroom for a sec". This was my chance! She stood and took my hand. Nodding, I followed her out the room with the blanket hanging over my shoulder. We parted ways, her turning into the bathroom while I went straight to the room where I smoothed the blanket over our bed. She would still be in there for another minute or so. I had to initiate my plan now! Tonight, I would be the one to please her. I took all my clothing off and put it in a neat pile next the bed. Immediately, I began to regret my decision. What if she's not in the mood? Maybe I won't be arousing enough? Of course I'm not arousing, look at me! There's nothing anybody could possibly love about me! Slowly, my mind started shattering. I stood at the bedside, covering my breasts and crotch with my hands. I was shaking and staring at the bathroom door, waiting for Rose to emerge and be disgusted at the sight of me. Why would I even attempt something like this!? The door creaked open and my heart stopped. "Hey Eve...E...Eve?" she stood, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. Fidgeting with my stance slightly, I diverted my eyes with a deep crimson blush. "Eve..." she said quietly and started walking toward me. She stopped a few feet away and then there was utter silence. Nothing felt more painful than waiting for her to say something, ANYTHING. Instead of her voice, I heard the ruffling of cloth. Very slowly turning my head, I gazed upon my goddess. She was stripped of all her clothes and standing bare with a cute grin. Without saying a word, she stepped toward me and placed a hand on my cheek. I flinched upon first contact but was quickly soothed by her touch. Turning to face her again, I didn't see disgust, only love and lust in her eyes. All my insecurities melted away. I lowered my hands, revealing my naked form to her. Her hand trailed down my cheek, sliding behind my neck to pull me closer. I felt her body press up against mine and her hot breath in my ear "I'd want nothing more than to have sex with you, Eve". Shocked in place, I trembled. "But I don't want you to think that you have to do this for me. Please promise me that you'll do this because you want to, not because you believe that you need to". Like I needed to please her? I bit my lip, feeling guilty because she was right about how I felt. Pressing my palm gently on her stomach, she moved away from me enough so that we could see eye-to-eye. "I know you better than you know yourself" her voice quiet and loving "Will you do this for us?". Staring into those mesmerizing hues, I slowly nodded. =XXX We sat on the edge of the bed while we delicately kissed. Up my thigh, her fingers trailed past my tummy before dancing over my breasts. She cupped the small flesh and circled her thumb over my hardening bud as I moaned softly into the kiss. For a while, she groped and played with my breasts but then her hand started to glide downward. Knowing her intention, I quickly stopped her arm and broke the kiss. I shook my head, much to Rose's confusion but she soon figured it out. Guided by me, she lay down on the pillows and got comfortable while I crawled over her. Our eyes met and lingered for a few moments as I waited to build up the courage. "Take it slow...there's no need to rush it, babe" her hand came up to brush a few loose strands of hair out my eyes. Blushing, I nodded and pecked her on the lips. There was no doubt about it, I wanted her to be my first. I nervously moved to her chest, absorbing the glorious sight of her perfect mounds. Just big enough to fit in my palm without it being too much. She must have caught me staring because she slowly wiggled her hips to make them bounce slightly, almost hypnotizing to watch. Swallowing hard, I leaned down and stuck my tongue out to run a quick circle around one of her nipples. She hummed silently from the brief sensation and smiled down at me. At least I was doing something right. I went down again, this time pressing my lips to her bud as I lapped at it slowly. It was soon covered in my saliva so I switched to her other breast. All the while, Rose was moaning and running her fingers through my hair as if to encourage me. A Secret Revealed Ch. 02 This was actually happening. I was able to give Rose pleasure. And her breasts were so soft that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Bringing a hand to her other breast, I palmed it and mushed my fingers into the tender flesh. Every once and a while, I would switch between sucking and squeezing them. Rose didn't seem to mind the attention but I wanted to make her feel even better... Lifting my head, a thin strand of saliva connected my lips to her nipple. "Mm, I'm glad you like them" she said with a cheeky grin that made me blush. I wasn't done, though. I crawled down the bed, not losing eye-contact with her until I was kneeling by her legs. She guessed what I wanted and spread her legs enough for me to lay gaze upon her flower. "Please, Eve..." her voice gripped me and then I knew exactly what to do. Placing my hands on her thighs, I lowered between them. The subtle smell of her sex was indulging me, lulling me closer. Her shaven flower was glistening it's dew. I took one last glance up to get the image of her face in lewd anticipation. Focusing on what's below, I ran my tongue up through her petals, tasting her sweet nectar before going back down to plant a sloppy kiss on her flower. She moaned and bit her lip. Such a unique taste and smell. Ironically or coincidentally, the only comparison was that of a rose itself. I continued licking it in slow and steady strokes with her heavy moans only proving to encourage me. When I felt more confident, I allowed my tongue to delve past her petals and lap at the very source. Rose tangled her fingers in my hair and held me in place "Yes, baby, keep going, keep going" she urged me on. I had no plans on stopping. Gripping her thighs, I pushed my tongue even deeper into her dripping crevice. She squirmed slightly and her legs attempted to close around my head but I held them firmly apart to give me as much access as possible. "It's so good, Eve" I heard her panting and holding herself back from crying out. Suddenly, I pulled away with a wet *plop*. I spread her petals with two fingers and exposed her sensitive nub. It was adorable! I flicked my tongue over it and her thighs contracted again. This time, I allowed her to clamp my head in place as I passionately made out with her clit. Before long, I had her gasping and swallowing her cries. She was getting close but I needed to do something to push her over the edge. Capturing her clit between my lips, I suckled on it. Her body convulsed and she pushed my head deeper into her sex "Oh god, yes baby, just like that!". Her moans died down and she shook lightly with her mouth agape. She was at her very peak so I let go of her clit and dived back into her wetness to lap at the delicious juices pouring into my mouth. Drinking down her addictive nectar. Her hips bucked randomly as her built-up orgasm pulsed through her body. Not wanting to stop too early, I remained between her thighs to tease her petals with my tongue. She slumped back on the bed and her legs spread limply, freeing my head once again so that I could crawl back up to her. While her climax drifted away, she rubbed her moist flower on my thigh, leaving a small wet patch. "That was unbelievable, Eve" she panted between each word. I felt embarrassed for some reason, like it was bad that she enjoyed it. Nonetheless, I pressed my body down on hers to make out while she regained her breath. Our breasts mashed together and my erection painfully rested between our bodies. I'd never been so aroused in my life and it twitched in time with my heartbeat, anxious to be inside her. She must have felt my cock throb against her stomach because she cupped my face to gently push me away from the kiss "It's okay to put it in". Smiling nervously, I took one of her hands and locked our fingers together while I shifted lower on the bed. She spread her legs again and squeezed my hand lightly. My aqua hues lingering on her emerald ones, I nodded. With my free hand, I gripped the base of my cock and guided it to rest at her hot flower. "I want you inside me, Eve" her voice soothed any negative thoughts I had. I slid inside her. The first 5 inches went in and I mewed from the unreal warmth. Closing my eyes, I pushed into her tight pink canal that gripped my cock as though it were trying to milk me of my seed. Rose cried out and threw her head back in pain and pleasure "You're so big!". Her stomach bulged slightly when I was 9 Inches deep, hitting a flat wall of resistance which I assumed was her womb. Almost my entire cock submerged in her moist tunnel, I shuddered and placed my hand on her hip. "I feel it...so deep" she had a spasm beneath me and squeezed my hand and looked up into my eyes. She smiled sweetly and uttered the words so passionately "Thank you...for giving me your virginity". Leaning down, I kissed her passionately while my hips slowly began to move. Sliding out, all the way to the tip, and then slipping back in to kiss her womb. Every time I reached the end, she would twitch and convulse around my cock. As she got accustomed to my length and girth, I sped up the rhythm of my strokes. I still had 2 inches left but I had no intention on going any deeper than I already had, in case that it might hurt her. Her tongue teased my bottom lip and I granted it entry to my mouth. I would randomly feel her moan into the kiss and I did the same. Wrapping her legs around my butt, she helped me with the thrusts, increasing the tempo. The way her breasts would jiggle between us with each motion and that look of pure ecstasy plastered on her face. We were both close. She snapped first, shaking below me in a powerful convulsion. "Don't stop, Eve! Don't stop!" her exhilarating moans made me pump faster, wanting to make her feel as good as possible. Her limbs locked around me, holding me in place as her hot nectar came rushing down my cock and dripping onto the bed. She bucked and rolled her hips to prolong her orgasm. Grabbing her shoulder, I pulled her close and bit down softly on her neck as her pussy tightened and pulsed on my cock. So tight and hot...so intense. Her hold eased down and she twitched with me still deep in her. Even after her orgasm, her pussy massaged my cock, trying to coax me into feeding it my cum. "Oh my god..." she punctuated between gasps for air. Then the threat arose. My own orgasm was building fast and tingling up my cock at an alarming rate. Not sure what to do, I let go of her hand and quickly unwrapped her legs to get my cock free. Rose understood what I was doing and almost immediately got on her knees to finish me off. She deepthroated half my cock in one go and used both hands to tend to the remaining half. I bit down on my knuckle and trembled as my hot cum came shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop of it, taking another 2 inches down her throat as I unloaded. My toes cringed and my eyes rolled back out of sheer orgasmic bliss. When it died down, Rose pulled away from my cock, getting a tiny squirt of semen on her chin as she did so. Temporarily exhausted, I dropped to my knees in front of Rose who was wiping the stray blob off her face. Blushing, I let out a deep sigh of relief and rolled onto my back with a wide smile. Rose giggled and dropped next to me, licking her lips as she cuddled up to me "Wow...". She nuzzled into my neck and nipped it softly. Her hand wandered to my thigh and very slowly headed up. Her hot breath was against my ear "It still looks so painful. I can help make it better...". To prove her point, she teased the tip of my pulsating cock, forcing a thick droplet of precum to form. Bucking from the sensitivity of her touch, I let her tease me until I was ready to go again. Nodding, I shifted slightly to turn my head and kiss her. She rolled on top of me, straddling my waist and slowly grinding her flower against my throbbing cock. When she was done teasing me, she lifted herself up and gripped my length to aim it at her dripping hole. "I'm gonna try and take all of it, okay?" she warned me beforehand and then lowered onto me, taking 9 inches before it hit her womb again. Gasping from the sudden penetration, she trembled and placed her hands on my chest. My arms limply lay strewn on the bed as I bit my lip. There's no way I'd be able to go any deeper. She started moving her hips, riding me slowly and attempting to loosen the entrance to her womb. My cock would push against her wall and part it slightly with each thrust but it was too tight to break through. She would randomly stop bucking and push down on my cock, spreading it more ever so slightly. "Almost in..." she said shakily. I could feel her womb opening up to me gradually, much to my surprise. Then she raised her flower to my very tip and gripped the sheets next to my head. There was a moment of stillness as we both mentally prepared and then she let gravity do it's work. There was a loud slap as our hips collided. Rose quickly brought a hand up to muffle her screams as she climaxed. My tongue lolled from the unbelievable tightness of her womb and how it sucked on my tip. Her pink tunnels convulsed and molded around my cock, almost bringing me to another orgasm instantly. Everything got quiet for a full minute while we tried to get used to the strange feelings. She lowered her hand and placed it on my chest with a shaky exhale. Rising slowly, she twitched as my tip slipped out her womb. I clutched the sheets at my sides and mewed at the indescribable feelings. Starting in a slow rhythm, she rode me steadily, taking my entire cock now that she was just barely loose enough to accept it. She would jerk involuntarily every time my tip squeezed into the narrow passage of her womb. Needless to say, we wouldn't last long. We didn't dare go any faster but we didn't need to. It was so intense that she had a lewd, blank expression the whole time, as though she was lost in her own land of pleasure. Our combined gasps and moans filled the room as we endured the pleasure for as long as we could. The lower of her tummy would protrude slightly every time our hips connected. I could practically see my cock throbbing inside her, aching for another release. Soon. Very soon. I shakily released the sheets and gripped her hips in case of my impending orgasm. She raised her hands and removed them, holding our hands between us with our fingers locked together. I looked up at her confused. She simply shook her head with that same lust-filled expression. Did she want me to cum inside her? The real question is, am I able to impregnate her? I've never really had myself tested to see if my semen was fertile. For obvious reasons, I was too shy and borderline ashamed of what I was to even attempt talking to a doctor about it. But, I trusted Rose's decision and if this is what she wanted then I wouldn't hold myself back. I would do anything to make my Rose happy. Staring into those emerald hues, I nodded. Her moans became more high-pitched and I could feel her flower gripping me tighter. At the exact same time, my cock tingled with it's own warning of climatic discharge. Rose wasn't faded by this which proved that she really did want me to cum inside. She stiffened her body and picked up the pace of her thrusts, "Cum with me, baby! I want it so badly!". Who knew she had such a lewd voice? I panted and bared my teeth as the heat and tightness increased with her speed. Throwing my head back, I thrust my hips up and unloaded all my hot essence directly into her womb. She shuddered and jerked violently as her own orgasm rocked through. I squeezed her hands and watched as my cum was pushed out by her own sweet juices, drooling down my cock. Her womb felt like it was sucking my cum out, drinking everything that I gave to it. Shaking, I slumped back down and let out a long exhale of satisfaction while Rose collapsed on top of me, dealing with her own orgasmic pleasure. We were a pile of love and lust, basking in the afterglow of the pleasure we were able to grant each other. She planted her head next to my shoulder and panted heavily from exhaustion. I rubbed my cheek into her neck and then gently bit her. We lay like that for some time, waiting for even a small ounce of energy to return. Summoning all our strength, we rolled together so that we lay beside one another with my secret still embedded deep inside her. It was slowly going flaccid and a the last dribbles of cum leaked from it, filling the last open spaces of her flower. I remained, nibbling silently on the tender flesh of her neck and caressing the side of her body. She must have been a lot more exhausted than me and her rest was well deserved. I actually felt sorry for her. She was willing to go so far just for me...Pampering her and kissing her neck, I stayed at her side for about half an hour. When I felt her breathing steadying, I assumed that she finally fallen asleep in my arms. Trying not to disturb her, I grabbed the blanket and wrapped us up as best I could and then hugged her tightly against my own naked body. Biting her neck softly, I slipped into a state of pure tranquility. XXX= I lost my virginity to her and she gave me more than I can ever repay. My darling Rose. A Secret Revealed Ch. 03 Apologies for the long wait, if anyone actually waits for this stuff =P. Thanks to everyone who enjoys my story. The support is great and it's always a pleasure to release another chapter. Please make sure to read my previous chapters if you're interested. I'll keep giving as long as you guys want more. Without wasting more time, here's chapter 3. ***** -3 months ago- Huffing through the rain, I stumbled over a raised piece of concrete on the sidewalk. I quickly regained my posture and shifted the strap of my bag to rest more comfortably on my shoulder. Scanning for a nearby shelter, I found a bus stop with a rusted corrugated roof covering it. Nobody else appeared to be taking cover there so I wouldn't run into any risk of social anxiety. I flicked the hair out my eyes and made a dash for it. There was an iron bench which I placed my soaked bag on before I also slumped lazily on the cold seat. Better than standing out there and getting poured on. Zipping my bag open, I let out a sigh of relief knowing that the books were still mostly dry. Nothing else to do but wait it out. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I sank down and nuzzled into my hoodie to try and get warm again. It was nice being alone. "Fucking hell..." a woman gave a dull sigh from behind the wall. My eyes shot open and I turned to look for where the voice came from. I didn't see anyone on my way over. Could I have been wrong? From the corner of my eye, a puff of smoke drifted passed the opening and a lady with crimson hair appeared shortly afterward. Surprised, I instantly took my gaze off her and stared blankly at the road. "Hmm" she saw me and brushed a few fingers through her dripping hair. "Perfect" she said sarcastically before moving to the bench next to me and dropping down. I was trembling, either from the cold or anxiety but she must have noticed "What's a person like you doing out in the rain?". The way she said it made me cringe. What do I do? Slowly looking over at her, I immediately saw what type of person she was. Thick leather jacket and short-cut jean shorts with black combat boots. A stereotypical bitch from the slums with too much to say. She eyed me curiously when I didn't give an answer "Hey, are you deaf?". Flinching, I looked away and blushed. Maybe if I ignored her then she'll understand. "It's called small talk! I'm being friendly!" she snapped at me and then took another drag on her cigarette. Fidgeting with my hoodie's zip, I kept my eyes glued to the soaked, desolate tar. A gut-wrenching silence overcame us as she waited for me to respond. When she had become fed-up with me, she faced away and blew a thick puff of smoke towards the road before sinking down onto the bench. Her eyes narrowed and she spoke from the corner of her mouth "Fine then, be like all the rest". My lip twitched and I shivered. She took the dying bud from her lips and flicked it into the rain with a deep sigh. "I figured you'd be a stuck up bitch" her tone was low as she allowed her eyes to close. She tilted her head back and outstretched her arms to lay back and use the bench-stand as an armrest. I heard my mind cracking. No. I'm not like that. I'm not. I quickly grabbed my bag and pulled it onto my lap to scramble for a pencil-bag. Feeling my way, I found it, opened it up and pulled out a pen. Flipping my notepad out, I started scribbling something down. My hands shook so the words ended up being rough and hard to read but I didn't really care at that moment. When I was done, I bit the pen horizontal between my teeth and shot an arm out to tap her shoulder. She slowly rolled her neck to face me, lazily opening her eyes. I gripped the notepad with both hands and lifted it to show her while I looked down at the bench with a searing heat in my cheeks. The paper rattled in my shaking hands as she read my message. On the notepad, sloppily positioned in the middle of the page, was written 'I'm sorry. I can't speak'. The woman sat up and stared hard at the notepad for a few seconds before she sharply diverted her gaze and grit her teeth. "Oh...I..." she fell silent and clutched her hands into fists. All was quiet, save for the light pattering of rain that seemed to be tapering out ever so slowly. I still didn't dare to look up. A hand touched mine and gently pushed down to make me lower the notepad. Hesitantly raising my head, I saw a very sincere look in her eyes. "Listen..." she spoke so differently than before, it was almost calming, and yet it made me tense up. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be such an asshole" she looked away for a moment in thought. "Um...could I make it up to you?" I stared at her cautiously. What did she mean? "Please, let me buy you a cup of coffee or something" she turned to face me again with a warm smile. Rays of gold tore through the dark. Streaks of warmth were painted on the battered and flooded Earth. The puddles glistened as light pierced the day, spreading its delightful glory, as if to bring joy in what was once just dull mud. A hand of shining white had been opened to reach down and touch upon the still, grey water to send one last ripple through it's core. With time, that water would be lifted gradually to the heavens with the light guiding it on it's way. They would eventually be together and inseparable. Was she being serious? I didn't even know her. What would she gain if this was some sort of joke? Not knowing what else to do, I nodded. Her smile widened "Thank you. We can meet around the same time tomorrow at the Hot Brew. Around..." she peeked at her watch "...Three o' clock, ish?". I attempted to return the smile nervously but the pen made it difficult so I just looked away. "My name's Rose, by the way" again, her tone was much sweeter than just a few moments ago. There was another side to her. I relinquished the pen from between my lips and wrote on the notepad to hold in front of her. 'I'm Eve' I tapped on the page and blushed. -Present 6:30 AM- That memory always seemed to repeat in my dreams. How lucky I was that we met that day. Ever since then, my life's been changed dramatically, but in a good way. My Rose. I believe that I might be the only one who's seen the true, loving side of her and in some ways I'm happy because of that fact. I was important to her. She was everything to me. We were together. Nothing could possibly explain the joy I felt that only she could graciously give to me. She allowed me to be happy. My hands searched for her, feeling the empty blanket beside me. My heart coiled and I slowly opened my eyes. She wasn't there. I trembled and gripped the blanket out of panic but then the blaring sound of water soothed my negative thoughts. Rose was in the shower. A shallow breath escaped my lips and I rolled onto my back with a growing smile. For just a moment, I believed that everything about Rose had all just been a cruel dream. Heat brimmed in my eyes and began to cascade down the sides of my face yet I didn't know why. I brought a hand up to muffle my quiet sobs and sniffs and to wipe away the tears. Why? My eyes were reddened and my hand was failing to keep the waterfalls at bay so I pulled the blanket up to muffle my cries. Why? The smile never left my face. When the tears had finally subsided, I gave myself a chance to wrap my head around everything. I was still nude from that unforgettable night with Rose and the blanket was still clinging to me oddly. Sitting upright, I held the blanket to my chest. I blinked the blurriness away and shifted my tired gaze to the bathroom door where the sound of crashing water was echoing from. That's right, Rose had work. I patted the side of my head as I came to the realization of it being Monday. That day, I also had private lessons to attend. The weekend had passed by unusually fast, most likely because of all the fun I had with Rose, in and out of bed. Such intimate memories forced me to raise the blanket up to cover my face as the pink burned my cheeks. Everything we'd done together...I couldn't have even dreamed about the joy she was able to give me. I loved her. Flipping my legs over the foot of the bed, it squeaked and shifted from the weight. I stood with the blanket still wrapped around my body. Staring at the door, my mind was already made up. Unraveling the soft fabric, it slid from my pale skin and fell as a heap at my ankles. For the first time in my life I was happy and confident with what I was because Rose had accepted me. That's why I wanted to do this. I stepped out the pile and swiftly made my way to the door. I lowered the handle and swallowed hard. The wood slowly opened into a slant, letting the steam and noise escape. I strafed inside, getting overwhelmed by the hot, moist air. The bath had a thick, brown curtain that lined its entire side, concealing anything behind it. Rose mustn't have heard me entering because she didn't respond. Smoky steam had already started to form droplets on my body, warming me to my core. Not wanting to let the cold in, I closed the door quietly and faced the curtains. There was a slight coning in my chest as I neared the tub, out of fear and excitement. Pinching the curtain, I pulled it aside slowly and peeked in to see my goddess. She was facing away from me with her head thrown back as she scrubbed the foam into her hair. The shampoo liquidized down her back with the gushing water, running to the crevice of her buttocks. I swallowed hard and stepped over the tub's lip quietly. Still unseen and unnoticed by her, I stood with my gaze transfixed to the glorious sight. She stepped forward into the pouring water to rinse herself off and that's when I took the opportunity to move in. I wanted to surprise her with a good morning, but more importantly I wanted to thank her for last night. We still had some time before she had to leave for work anyways. Stepping forward, I brought my hands to her hips and pulled her towards me, just enough for my chest to squish into her back. I had to stand on my toes to reach it but I was able to kiss her cheek. Rose tensed up and froze, only to be melted as she realized that it was me. Her body softened and she leaned into me slightly, allowing me to embrace her. "You scared me for a second" she chuckled. I slid my hands around her sides to cross at her waist and give her a sensual hug. Resting my head on her shoulder, we remained like that for a while as she trailed her fingers along my forearms. It was strange. I couldn't help but to smile. My hands trembled around her tummy and I nuzzled into the cradle of her neck. "Eve...I'm not going anywhere, okay?" again, she somehow knew exactly what to say. Was I that easy to read? "I love you" she softly squeezed my wrists before pulling them away. She turned to face me and I stared up into her eyes. God, her beauty made me weak. "I'm sorry about passing out last night..." she smiled and leaned down to enjoy a quick kiss on the lips. There was a long moment of silence as our hues exchanged with each other. "Thank you, Eve" the words slipped from her lips like the soapy hands running along my ribs. Both tickled my heart. I couldn't help myself. Throwing my hands around her back, I wrapped her up and dragged her into my comfort and desperation. I needed to hold her, to make sure that this goddess of a woman was truly there and mine. I wasn't disappointed. Her soft palms found my back to accept the hug. "I'm yours" she whispered the steamy breath into my ear and I shivered, feeling something else awaking to her voice... =XXX We still had some time before she would have to go to work, anyways. Rose must have been thinking the same thing and my hardening erection between her thighs was the next clear sign. It sparked a grin and a complaint. "We don't have time" she said playfully, although we both knew that she didn't mean it. My tip was exposed behind her thighs, twitching and nudging her plump cheeks. "Eve, I have work" her fingertips danced up and down my spine, only fueling my need for her. Gliding my hand down her back, I stopped at her lower curve.. My finger pressed into her flesh I and started to write something with my its tip, making her feel the message. 'Quick'. She tensed then eased after the ticklish sensation passed. "Hurry, okay?" she chuckled and slithered a hand down to my cock. Slippery smoothness took hold of its girth, erupting a drawn mew from my lips. "I can't say no when you're so cute" she backed away enough for my mushroom head to line up with the pink slit of her flower. It didn't require much else. Bucking forward out of anxious desire, I kissed her womb. Gasping, she widened her stance for me to continue my thrusts easier. I grit my teeth and hugged her tightly, letting my hips do all the work as they rolled with a steady beat. Just as hot and tight as the night before. The intensity only made me more addicted. Not paying attention to anything but the velvet tunnel constricting my cock, I pressed my cheek against her neck and gave quick pants with each wet smack of our colliding hips. I wanted to hit even deeper. I wanted to go even faster. I wanted her to feel every inch of my passion. I wanted her to know how much I loved her. Bringing a hand to one of her thighs, I lifted it to the side, giving me a better angle to penetrate harder and quicker. Sure enough, the persistent tapping at her tightest spot finally gave away for me to enter her womb. That feeling would continue to give me goosebumps for the rest of my life. It swallowed my tip and I froze for a moment. My tongue lolled as a tingle rocked up my length and then crept its way back to my base, stroking me so very close to an orgasm. But I refused to give in. Not yet. My need for release would only be fulfilled after I pleasured Rose. There was a twitch in my arms and I finally lifted my head to see what was going on. I was completely unaware of the effect I was having on her. All this time, I figured that Rose was simply allowing me to feel pleasure but the truth was staring at me through that lewd, gorgeous expression. She was just as satisfied as I was. Mouth open in a silent scream, Rose twitched randomly and her leg had straightened out behind me. It shivered with her toes cringing. One arm was stretched to the curtains as her fingers clutched the fabric in a desperate attempt to keep herself up. The other hand was tangled in my hair, struggling not to tug and pull my strands as she held down her post-orgasmic convulsions. I had no idea that I was doing this to her. She was in a state of total bliss. Just a few more thrusts would be enough to send both of us to our climax. But that would ruin it. The sight of her on the very edge of pleasure, it was beyond words for me. Seeing her like that made me happy. If only for a few more moments, I wanted to savor that look on her face and that searing heat gripping me by its slippery coil. After a couple seconds of stillness her breath had eased again and she stepped down from her peak. Our hues found each other, she let go of the curtain, the sexy look on her face smoothed into a loving smile and then just like that I was lulled towards her lips. We hugged under the waterfall that cascaded between our bodies and we kissed as though it were our first time. Every one of her kisses had the same taste. It was the taste of watery strawberries mixed with a subtle hint of alcohol. How I wish to contain that taste in my mouth forever. I ran a finger to the flat of her back where I started to write something. I wrote the words that were always on the edge of my tongue yet were always trapped behind my lips. 'I love you' She broke the kiss with one last flick of her tongue at my bottom lip. That same loving smile, she leaned in and brushed her cheek against mine to whisper in my ear. "Take me, Eve" the words curled under my earlobe with a sensual lick and she slid both hands down to cup each mound of my butt. Her hands were so tender on my flesh yet they possessed a rough firmness, just like her. I couldn't help but to roll my hips ever so slightly. Together, with her sweet hold on me and my own increasing strokes, we gradually but steadily picked up the pace. She helped with the rhythm while I rested my head on her shoulder. Like that, we slow-danced to the beat of our desire. Every time my hips met hers I had connected with her on the deepest level possible. Being so intimately close together and our slippery flesh upon flesh, all of it was quickly heating our need. We both felt it coming but we weren't in a hurry to achieve it. There was no rush for it. There was no explosive climax. It just happened. The dance didn't end in a spectacular finale. I pulsed inside of her and my seed began to pour. Eyes shut tightly, I bit down on her neck but I didn't stop moving my hips. She moaned and held me tighter to her body but she didn't stop helping with the thrusts. We came together...and we didn't stop. I continued to unload my love into her womb as it suckled at my tip and drank everything that I gave to it. Our dance started to slow but it didn't end. The movement caused our combined fluids to leak down my length and to her thighs. My cock erupted endlessly, even as we came out of our trance. "There's so much" her needy breaths filled my ear and she wrapped her fingers in my hair. Like ballet, we lifted one last time and then we exhaled, deflating as we came down slowly to a faded halt. Only the shower applauded us. What used to be the sounds of sensual grinding and arousing orgasmic moans had died down into gasps and pants. The pouring water that was long forgotten about was making its way back to our hearing, soon deafening us. Rose must have felt it, too because she raised a shaky hand to the nobs to turn off the flow of water. Silence, save for the dripping of the shower head and of the juices from our passion that mixed with the water below in small droplets. I felt my grip on her leg begin to weaken so I slowly lowered it back down. She softened her grip in my hair and squeezed me with her other hand, holding me close in the glorious silence of love. Returning the gesture, I tightened my hold on her but my entire body felt like an empty bag in her arms. I was exhausted. Still, I found the willpower to roll my hips and free my cock from her moist flower, allowing another gush of sweet juices to pour out. Just that alone sent a spike through my sensitive length, forcing me to buck forward into her thighs. I mewed and trembled. She stroked my hair and pulled any loose strands out of my face so that she could look down at me. "Work will have to wait" she said it so passionately and I knew that we weren't finished quite yet. Her thighs started to move back and forth. The quiet was broken by the sounds of a sloppy massage. Soft flesh rubbed along my length in alternating rhythms. I would have never guessed that just her thighs would feel so good. And the mixture of my cum with her hot nectar felt like a creamy lotion, giving off such lewd pops and smacks. Beyond all of that, I was still sensitive from my previous orgasm. Trembling, I found it difficult to stay in one position as she found every possible way to tease and play with my aching length, milking it of my thick precum. It only added to the lube of her thighs and I was soon mewing uncontrollably at the sensation of my sensitive cock being so expertly massaged. Her intimate hug made it impossible to escape the pleasure. Trapped with my cock sandwiched in heaven, there was only one way that she'd let me out of there. It hit me without much warning. Even with my exhaustion, I bucked and thrust into her thighs to reach my impeding peak. I shook as my orgasm rocked up in a powerful wave. My second orgasm within a few minutes. Needless to say, I've never felt quite so spent. The ropes erupted in thick squirts that crashed against the wall behind Rose. The rest to follow was less enthusiastic about coming out and lazily spluttered out down the back of her legs. I went numb. My knees gave away but Rose caught my fall and pulled me in. Slowly lowering me into the tub, she placed me down gently and crawled on top of me. Nothing was said. All I needed was right in front of me. Her smile. Her face. Her cute chuckles. Her wet, crimson hair draping around me. Her kiss. Her taste. A Secret Revealed Ch. 03 The lullaby of silence...The fires sparked by each water droplet...The goosebumps from her hot embrace... XXX= After our shower session, she got herself cleaned up and walked out the bathroom with me to follow, still wobbly on my legs but able to stand, at least. We got dressed but I was forced to wear the same clothes as the night before since that's all I had at her apartment. I would have to stop by my house sometime that day to bring more clothes over. She zipped up her jeans and shot a grin at me. "Because of you, I'm going to be late!" she joked and hurried to the door. "I'll leave a key with you, okay?" rushing out the apartment, I was left to my lonesome. Unlike her, I didn't have a job. I had a private tutor for my college work and was paid monthly maintenance by my mother, even though she loathed it. Money was the only support I had ever received from my mother since I was born. If I had to die I doubt she'd care. I sighed with a smile. That was in the past and I had much better things to worry about, like getting some clean clothes. That was first on my agenda for the day. Rose wouldn't be back until much later that afternoon. Despite her aggressive attitude towards other people, she's actually a really hard worker. You would think that those two things don't relate but you need good manners to be a waiter. I think work is one of the only things she takes seriously. I'm glad that she has something like that to put her mind to. She's using the money from her job as a waitress to buy secondhand college textbooks which keeps her busy most days that she's not spending with me. The apartment's keys were on the table with a little bit of money underneath it. She probably left it there so that I could catch a cab and that's exactly what I planned to use it on. It felt weird leaving her apartment on a Monday morning to resume my normal routine. I made sure to grab my notepad before I left and I hugged it securely to my chest. I considered that notepad to be a symbol of our love. Maybe it was the first step towards something even more intimate. Blushing like a school girl with a crush, I nuzzled into my hood and trotted my way down the long flights of stairs. We were a real couple so was it wrong of me to think about our future? Marriage? Most importantly, kids? I would have to check with a doctor to see if having children was even an option. My 'condition' is somewhat unique so I would have to make sure. Again, the pink hue came to my cheeks and I chuckled to myself. I was thinking too much about the subject. All of that should happen naturally. No point in getting ahead of myself. Unfortunately, the day was beautiful. I know, it sounds crazy. I just don't like clear days with the sun beaming down on me. And clear it was. Not a single cloud in the sky. I usually consider such perfect days as bad luck because of how imperfectly 'perfect' they are. Maybe I really am crazy. But, nothing could ruin my day at that point. Even a cab arrived quickly and pulled it briefly by the sidewalk. Stepping up to it, I glanced into the driver window to see a familiar face. No way. The odds of this were so slim. The same cab driver from two days ago. He smiled back with a friendly wave. Seriously, what were the odds of bumping into the same cab driver? "Well, isn't this a surprise? I'm sure I drove you and your friend around the other day, right?" he popped the back door open for me and gestured for me to get in. I nodded and slipped inside while digging for a pencil in my hoodie pocket. Flipping open the notepad to the first page, I was finally able to try it out. Pencil to the page, I neatly wrote the address of my home before lifting it up to show him. He leaned back in his seat to get a good read of it and then glanced back up at me. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he joked and spun around to place both hands on the wheel. Funny thing is, he wasn't far from the truth. Most people are so sympathetic and they pity my mutism and it annoys me more than if they would just make fun of it. I'd rather hear the interesting jokes in their heads than the same boring lies from their tongues. That's one of the reasons why I love Rose. She does tease me about it sometimes but I can see that she does care. This was proven by her simply buying me a notepad. It's sad that, that's literally more than anyone else has actually tried. One of the only disadvantages of my home was how far it was from Rose's apartment. The drive took a little over thirty minutes which I spent staring out the window, silent as always. Buildings shifted from cozy neighborhoods to office blocks to less urban slumps of shelters. When the roads became more desolate then I knew we were getting closer. This part of the city always seemed so broken off from the rest of it, a leech that dangled by a single road, all polished and shiny to welcome visitors into the unknown depression. I was considered one of the more fortunate. My neighborhood was made up of a few standing mansions and everyone hated everyone else. Yup, the life of 'glamour' was all around me. I'm not ungrateful for what I have. But saying that, there's a lot of stuff I don't have either. My neighborhood was built upon gold and hate. "Here we are! Man, I haven't been here in a while. Most people from this place have their own private drivers so I rarely get work in these parts" the driver bent forward in his seat to gawk at the towering houses around him. Everyone thinks of this place as Heaven but that's a downright lie we 'rich folk' tell ourselves to forget about the hate. I peeked out the door before standing up. Writing something in my notepad, I turned it to show him. 'I'll be right back. Please wait'. He looked at me curiously and nodded. "Take as long as you need" his brows still furrowed, he slumped down in his seat with his hands resting behind his head. Replying with a nod, I carefully turned to see the place that I dreaded most. Shadowing all before it, the fine-cut marble steps held out a hand towards me, welcoming me back home. I mentally slapped it away. As if I'd come back to this place with open arms now that I had Rose to save me from it. This place was my grave; My mother, the coffin. At the very least, she was away for the next couple of weeks on a business trip. Typical of her, I hadn't received a single message from her for the past two months and nor did I bother to show the same kindness. A very distant dream of mine was that I would never have to see her again in my life...but even if I lived with Rose, I would eventually run into her again. Placing a firm foot on the first step, I made my way up. A doorway revealed itself behind the eclipsing staircase, solid, polished and shiny like a nickel. Home was surely not where my heart was. No, my mom's pride was already in its place. Upon unlocking and opening the door, I could smell that crisp aroma, the same as a doctor's office. Clean...too clean. The curtains could practically be hanging dollar bills. Without wasting too much time, I headed up yet another flight of stairs to my bedroom. Still the same as I remember it. Dull. I took a long inhale of the only freedom I had in that place. My room was where I stayed for most of my life, only daring to leave when I needed to go to downstairs to the home-school teachers that my mother hired. Rather I stayed away from other kids, in case they were to discover my curse, she would say. I scrounged for a bag that I once used during a fishing trip with my father. It was big enough to hold all the clothes I needed, and it was easy to fold up again when empty. Setting it on the bed, I went through my cupboards, grabbing anything I wore on a regular basis and then stuffed it into the bag. Shirts, underwear, enough hoodies to last me a week, tracksuit pants and the few articles of formal wear that I had. Almost full, I went to get another shirt when something caught my eye. Clenching my fists, I used my shoulder to open the cupboard further, casting light onto a school uniform that hung so sadly in the corner, as though turned away from the shame that the house surrounded it in. I'd worn it once in my life... It seemed so long ago that I had pushed my family to the breaking point... No. I shook the bad thoughts away. The one thing I didn't need at that moment was to be reminded of things that would only hurt me. Slugging the bag over my shoulder, I started to head out when I stopped rather abruptly. I should probably leave a note behind for my mother, or else she'd think that someone stole all of her daughter's clothes. A strange concept, admittedly, but it could evade a future conflict with her. Sighing, I took my notebook out of the bag, taking my time to reread the message that Rose had etched into its cover. Then I flipped to its back where I carefully removed the very last page. Pen to paper, I hesitantly wrote my message. 'I'm staying with a friend for a while. I took some clothes. Evelyn' My mother had always insisted that I be called by my full name. Evelyn. What a sophisticated and shiny name. I hated it, but it's not like I had a say in the matter. Or at least, that was until my father gave me my nickname. He started it. He called me Eve. Mother despised my it. She thought it was informal. I didn't care. I loved being called Eve. It made me feel further away from my mother and more closer to my father. While she was very distant and always working, he would be there for me. He and I would go to movies, on trips, sometimes even camping when my mother would be away for long. He made everything okay. -11:00 AM- "Hey, Eve. Eve!" that familiar British accent whined in my ear. Shooting my gaze forward, I awkwardly fidgeted in my seat. He sat against his table, a book in hand and a set of spectacles over his narrowed hues. "What's wrong with you today? Do you have something on your mind?" he spoke softly. Eyeing him for a few moments, I finally nodded. His hand came up to run through his hair. "I know that these classes aren't exactly fun but we need to get through this stuff. You're usually so focused..." he drifted. I looked down at my book, hoping that he wouldn't pry any deeper. "...you've been daydreaming often these past few weeks. Why is that so?" it wasn't a serious question, more like a conversation starter. Blushing, I played with the corner of the page. The answer was clear as day. I knew exactly why I had been so lost in my thoughts lately. He noticed my shyness on the matter and subtly closed the book in his lap before setting it down. "Is everything okay?" his tone had shifted from teacher into friend. "We can't do any work with you like this. It goes in one ear and straight out the other" he joked. "So, let's talk about it, push it aside and then continue. What do you say?". I looked at him, weighed my options and decided that it would be best to tell him the truth. He was the closest thing I had to a friend, despite him also being my tutor. Although, not even he knew about my secret. Reluctantly grabbing my pen, I flipped to a new page and scribbled a message. 'I met someone'. He read it and a grin came to his lips. "Oh? Who's the lucky guy?" he chuckled. Underneath my writing, I continued. 'I've been going out with her for a few months'. As he read the new words, his grin suddenly faded. He knew my mother. He knew that I was playing with fire. "Eve..." he said sternly. "...is she worth it?". I didn't have to think about it. 'I love her'. "If that's the case..." he gently placed his hand on my shoulder. "...I'm happy for you" his lips spread into a warm smile. "So, who's the lucky lady?" he corrected himself. His support carried more comfort than he thought. My mother raised me as her daughter, and so she expected me to grow old, have a husband and have his children, despite my secret. Although, I had never felt the same way. Well, I had never really felt anything in that regard. The idea of falling in love and finding that special someone was little more than a fantasy in my eyes. Who in their right mind would love a person like me, a freak? That's the way I thought, right up until the day I met Rose. She changed everything. She proved that even someone like me could find happiness. 'Rose' I smiled as I wrote it down. "What a pretty name. How serious have you two gotten?". 'We're' I paused as the heat came to my cheeks and I danced around the word. I wanted to say that we were intimate, but my hand simply couldn't write it. 'We're close'. It didn't take a therapist to understand my reaction to the question but he kept quiet about it to spare my shyness. He decided to change the subject. "Where is she from?" the words fell lightly onto the table and we both stared at them. Something hit me like a brick wall. My hand refused to move. I stared wide eyed at the page before me. An answer had already been formulated in my mind but I couldn't write it down. I don't know. I don't know where Rose came from. The only place I knew was her apartment but I had no clue about anything beyond that. "Does she have any family?". Again, the wall slammed into me. I don't know. "How did you meet her?". The pen pressed to the paper but still didn't budge. I met her at the bus stop, but I never really found out why she was there in the first place. I don't know. He sensed my distress but he had one more question to ask. The question that crushed me the most. "Do you...know her full name?". Paralyzed on spot, my pen rolled from my fingers and into the crevice of the book. I don't know. The woman I loved...and I didn't even know her real name. -2:00 PM- Marriage? Kids? What the hell was I thinking? I unlocked the door to her apartment and closed it quietly behind me, making sure to lock it again. She was a complete mystery to me and yet I would blindly dive into her arms for some semblance of comfort like a needy puppy. How could I be so selfish? Walking to the bedroom, I put my textbooks onto our side table. Upon the bed was my fishing bag from earlier that day. I was a little rushed when I dropped it off and so I wasn't able to unpack it right away. There wasn't a single part of me that was interested in the idea of unzipping the bag at that moment. Giving a long exhale, I headed to the lounge area. Maybe a few levels of gore and violence would take my mind off of it. Rose wouldn't be home for a few hours so I wouldn't have to worry about the bag yet. Everything was fired up. My aqua hues dully staring at the screen while I fitted the controller into my hands. With hopes of finding peace in this game of blood, I played and played and played. My movements were sluggish. My attacks missed. I died and died and died. Every death felt like another brick was slotted into the wall. Finally, with one last fall, I dropped the controller and collapsed to my side. As the character hit the ground, my cheek was planted onto a couch cushion. The screen faded to black and some bloody text floated over it with the words 'YOU ARE DEAD'. Well, it wasn't wrong. I felt horrible. I might as well have been dead. I knew nothing about her. Only one thing was clear to me and I was so desperately sure of it, Rose loved me and I loved her. But how? How did I fall in love with a stranger? Rose knew everything about me, my secret and even my emotions. Since the day I met her, she's been eager to understand me, always asking questions, paying attention to every detail. And while she uncovered every layer of me, I was simply happy that someone cared enough to be there for me. Not once had I ever even asked how her day was or what she liked and disliked. She was always just there for me, putting a smile on my face. How could I be so selfish? Those words hung on the screen for eternity, taunting me. Eventually, I sat up and shifted my gaze to the clock, getting somewhat surprised by the time. Rose's shift ended at five, so I would have to soon make up my mind about the bag sitting on her bed. Do I unpack it? For some reason, that idea didn't sit well with me anymore. Maybe I should just leave everything in the bag. At least, that way I wouldn't have to go home every time I needed new clothes, and I wouldn't have to commit myself to fully moving in with her. It's strange, how fast my mind was changed. That morning, I was planning our future together, now I was hesitant about our relationship even getting serious. Well, Rose would be home soon, so I needed to do something. Pushing myself up, I peeked inside her bedroom. It sat on her blanket, frowning at me with its wrinkles and folds. For the time being, I wouldn't unpack it, not until I was more comfortable with the idea of moving in with her. I lifted it up, scanning the room for some place to set it down. The room was a little small to begin with and adding yet another thing to clutter our feet would get annoying. Under the bed? That could work. I could just keep my bag under there and then pull it out when I needed something. With some shoving then it should fit. So, that's what I did. Crouching beside the bed, I slid my bag underneath, requiring a bit of force but it was a perfect fit. I leaned down and tilted my head to make sure that nothing had caught the fabric, which there luckily wasn't, but something else caught my eye... It was partially hidden behind my bag, red, some type of backpack by the looks of it. Of course, I was curious. My hand slithered for it, just barely in my reach. Worming my fingertips around a strap, I slowly dislodged it from under my bag and dragged it out. I set it under the light and examined the rough, tattered bag. Holes were punched in it, the color had faded around the edges, the fabric was worn out and there was something inside of it, lumpy and thin, like clothes. I zipped it open and slowly pulled out the contents. A shirt and shorts, both just as torn and wrinkled as the bag. It was hard to distinguish much about them but I'm sure that they belonged to a girl, maybe a little younger than me. To make sure that the bag was empty, I turned it upside down and gave it a few shakes. I wasn't prepared for what fell out of that bag... There were a few clinks and a hard thump. What? I lowered the bag to my side. Why would Rose have a gun? Empty bullet casings were scattered around it, shining from the light above me. Why? I cautiously touched its barrel, feeling the cold steel against my fingertips. Continuing downward, I wrapped my hand around the grip and lifted it up to inspect the other side. More heavy than it looked. Maybe she had it for safety reasons? What if it was just something she kept near her bed in case someone broke into her apartment or something? But that didn't explain the bullet casings. This gun was fired sometime in its life. Someone had shot it, and I was terrified of that realization. Did Rose use this gun? And for what reasons? A key was slotted into the front door and was given a loud twist. Rose was home. 'YOU ARE DEAD' those bloody letters taunted me. I stuffed the gun back in her bag, as well as the clothing and bullet casings. The door opened into the apartment. "Hey, Eve? I'm home" she sighed. Everything in place, I closed the bag up and kicked it under the bed, again. Out of sight. My bag could cause problems. Tugging it out from under the bed, I plopped it onto her blanket and stood up. At that moment, she appeared in the door way. "There you are" she said warmly. I glanced back at her. Why did I feel so nervous? Her hands found my hips and she nuzzled into my shoulder. "What a day..." she hummed, "...but it's worth it when I come home to you". No matter what, her words always seeped into my chest. There's no way that she could have used that gun for something bad. She wasn't like that. It might not even be her bag. Maybe it was the previous owner's bag and they just left it behind. Rose was tough, but I doubt she would use a gun... A Secret Revealed Ch. 03 "What's wrong?" her brows furrowed when she noticed my lack of emotion. My mind was racing, searching for excuses. "Eve..." she said quietly and gave my shoulder a soft peck. It warmed me slightly and I looked away. That gun meant nothing. It was forgotten and thrown under that bed a long time ago, whether it belonged to Rose or not. It didn't matter anymore. The fear melted away and I met her hands with my own. She probably had a good reason as to why that bag was under her bed. I was just over thinking it. "Is that some clothes?" her breath moistened my neck. I nodded and brushed my cheek into her hair. "I'm happy..." she gave me a quick squeeze, "...I'm happy that you're here. Thank you, Eve". Those words forced me to turn around in her embrace. Our hues met. I didn't hesitate. I pressed my lips to hers, which she met with equal enthusiasm. Her tongue touched my own, teasing me deeper into the kiss until we were passionately exploring each other's bodies. A palm found my butt, cupping it roughly while the other tangled in my hair. I slid a hand over her shirt and met the soft mounds of her breasts through the fabric. We were addicted to each other. =XXX Falling to the bed, we lay side by side, swallowed up in our steamy hold. What started as some naughty groping was quickly turning into something more serious. The hand that was squeezing my butt had moved up to start tugging down my tracksuit pants. At the same time, I mushed my fingers into the soft cushions of her chest. Our kiss didn't falter, not even for a second. Before I knew it, my pants were around my knees and I was lying flat on my back. She was up against my side, rubbing the growing bulge in my panties as I exhaled heavily into the kiss. It didn't take long before my length was straining painfully in the fabric, but she quickly relieved it by pulling down my panties, too. The cool air was soothing against my throbbing heat, but oh so tantalizing. It felt so good that I just had to unzip my hoodie and release the heat. Only then did she break the kiss, but only to whisper in my ear. "I've been curious about something" she purred as her hand soared back up my thigh to touch the very base of my cock. I mewed, assuming that she would keep going, but it never came. Her hand didn't go up, instead it dipped between my thighs and I felt her fingers curling to tease my flower's petals. I shivered from the foreign touch but I knew exactly where she was going with this. Truth is, I had no idea how I would react to it, or if I was different in that regard, but I had a feeling that we were going to find out. "Is it okay?" her gorgeous, green hues beamed down at me. Her fingertips played with my moist slit, prying ever so slightly so that she could touch my fine pink. My cheeks flushed at the question. I couldn't deny my arousal. It was a different kind of pleasure, almost like a tingling sensation. Breathing heavily, I nodded and pushed my face into her neck. "You're so cute, Eve..." she held me close with her freehand and continued to very gently explore my crevice. She took her time with me. She massaged every inch of my sensitive flower and I was quickly becoming drenched by her touch. I moaned into her collar, panting deeply from her skilled hand. My cock pulsated with each spike of pleasure, although I didn't feel that same sensation as all those other times. This was different, but just as good. Only when my juices had coated her fingertips did she finally ask her next question. "Does it feel nice?" she rubbed her cheek into my hair as she whispered it to me. Cheeks burning, I nuzzled deeper into her neck and nodded very subtly. She chuckled, "Stop me if you're uncomfortable, okay?" her words sat with me for some time before I nodded. I trusted her with my body. "I've wanted to try this for a while" she backed away enough to see my face. A grin shot to her lips when she saw my flushed, lewd expression. Without much warning, her lips crushed upon my own, briefly holding the kiss before she departed. I was left breathless as she slowly sunk below my tummy. She hooked the clothes around my knees and dragged them all the way off, finally giving me freedom to open up for her. There I was, fists balled at my chest, my thighs parted, a twitching cock staring me in the face and the woman I loved was lowering her mouth to my juicy peach. I took sharp breaths as she neared my sex. To tease me, she would blow a very light torrent of hot breath directly on my slit, causing me to helplessly roll my hips in search of something to sate my aching need. Holding my thighs apart, she got so heavenly close to it, lingering there for a few moments as she inhaled my arousal. "It's sweet..." she kissed my thigh, going closer and closer but stopping just before she made contact with my flower and then she switched to the other leg. "...kinda like fruit" she continued, once again teasing me all the way down my thigh. By the time she was done, my hands were trembling at my sides and I was struggling to restrain myself from humping the air, but despite how hard I fought it, I would randomly thrust my hips in a desperate attempt for pleasure. She could see how much I wanted it and so she finally gave me what I wanted. Her tongue lashed out, tasting the pollen that coated my petals. My breathing hitched into a sharp gasp as a spark of electricity shot through me. Smiling at my reaction, she went back down, planting her lips to my petals while she took long, slow laps at my pink. The tingling buzzed through my entire body and I suddenly lost all strength. Plopping down into the blanket, I stared at the ceiling while Rose slowly but thoroughly ate out my core. Every once in a while, she would dip the very tip of her tongue into my tight, virgin hole, causing my eyes to roll ever so slightly. It was a totally different feeling, although so familiar. Her slippery, wet muscle teased my opening, once again. I bit my lip and shivered as she held it there, running tiny circles around my hole. Then she pushed in. Her tongue entered me and I moaned deeply from my chest as I instinctively widened my legs further. She swirled inside of me, still prying to go even deeper. Was I supposed to be this sensitive? She had barely even started and yet I could feel a wonderful tingle working through my insides. I could physically feel myself convulsing around her tongue, gripping it with my inexperienced vice. She also noticed the signs and so she started to thrust her tongue in and out of me as I desperately gripped the blankets to try and hold back. My toes cringed, wrinkling the blankets while I bucked to the rhythm of her tongue. Eyes rolling back, I simply couldn't hold it any longer. I arched my back and Rose lifted my pelvis up, holding my lower half off the blanket as she ravished me to my end. It hit me. I was paralyzed in that position, unable to move, but Rose didn't stop. She knew what was about to happen. All of that pleasure suddenly caved into me, forcing a loud squeak to erupt from my lips as I violently shivered through my orgasm. Trying her best to hold my hips still, she kept her tongue inside of me to prolong my climax but also to taste my sweet juices. My insides burned and tightened with each wave of pleasure, so familiar yet so different. Without me even knowing about it, my cock pulsated and tensed up with the orgasm. I didn't realize that something else was brewing from my pleasure. My seed pushed up its length, thick like cream as it drooled from my tip and created a milky puddle on my stomach. I didn't even feel my cock leaking its seed. My only focus was the burning pleasure from my flower and how the tingling slowly died down into sensitivity. Rose guided me back to reality. Still twitching and shaking, she lowered me to the bed, still with her tongue embedded in me. My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat as the last spouts of cream oozed from its tip. I had made quite a mess and I didn't even notice, but Rose did. She pulled away and licked her lips with a grin. "You taste delicious" she chuckled. I snapped out of my trance when I heard her voice. Sitting up, I was a little dizzy but I managed to smile as the red crept back into my cheeks. Even more so when I saw the puddle of white on my tummy. "That's, by far, the hottest thing I've ever seen" she said in that sultry voice as she crawled over me. I felt so lewd, it was embarrassing. "Eve..." I turned to face her. She gently pecked my forehead and then pulled away. "...I love you" the sincerity of her voice sparked my heart. Reaching for her cheek, I cupped the side of her face and pulled her in to taste my sweetness on her lips. XXX= You love me, don't you? I just wish that I knew more about this stranger, this mysterious woman, my darling Rose. A Secret Revealed Ch. 04 Alright, so last chapter was a bit of a kick start into the story. The reason the previous chapters were so slow is because I wanted to let the characters sink in. From this point forward, I'll be delving a bit deeper into the story but don't fret; I love some hot scenes as much as the next person =P. And, as always, please check out the previous chapters if you haven't already. They turned out better than I expected and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Anyways, onward to Chapter 4! ***** - 11:00 AM Saturday - Rose led the way. Behind her, I awkwardly crinkled the brown paper bag that dangled so helplessly from my cringing fists. Why the hell would I ever agree to something like this? There I was, shooting glances from left to right, double-checking that no one was suspicious of us as I followed her down the sidewalk. "Jesus, you look like a crack addict" Rose chuckled at my clearly broken composure. "Chill out. I won't tell her it's yours. Besides, she's a friend of mine and she's damn good at what she does" she slowed enough for me to meet her side where she wrapped an arm around me. I blushed and maneuvered the bag away from her to avoid an accidental bump. Still watching over our shoulders, we finally greeted the doors of the Hot Brew. It was a small coffee shop situated really close to her apartment, and also where we had our first date. We came here often, either for a quick meal or even just to sit down and be together out of the apartment. So, it only made sense that Rose chose this place to be our host for the meeting. Obviously, I was scared out of my skin. We'd been planning this an entire week in advance and it's been gnawing at me every day that's gone by. Today is the day that would predict our future together as a couple...and whether or not our dreams could come true. Entering after Rose, I scanned the seats for a woman I've never seen before in my life. Stupid, I know, but I had this pre-built image of her in my mind: Tall, glasses, lab coat, a down-to-business attitude and a judgmental glare. Thank god I was wrong. "There she is" Rose smiled and picked up the pace down a row to the very back. A girl stood up, arms raised as they made contact. They squeezed each other in a brief hug while saying their greetings. She was on the shorter side, petite like me, multiple colors streaking random strands of her blonde hair and a ring that sat angled on her lower lip. Needless to say, I was taken aback by this. She was supposed to be a doctor? I guess it was quite a bitch move on my part to be assuming stuff beforehand, but seriously she looked like she had just come from a rock concert. Well, there was no doubt that she was Rose's friend. Rose looked back at me after pulling away from the hug and waved for me to come over and meet the woman that would be analyzing the paper bag's contents. Nervously staring at the bag, I headed toward them with my blush only burning brighter in my cheeks. Why the hell would I ever agree to something like this? - 1 hour earlier - "I think it's about time" Rose eyed me playfully as she packed away our dishes. Sharply looking away, my heart coiled deeper into my chest. A blush started to creep over my features and I slowly allowed my gaze to find her own. I didn't know how she wanted to go about this whole ordeal, and I was too embarrassed to ask. She finished up, turned on her heels and came up to me with her hands slipping around my hips. "Are you sure you want to do this, Eve?" she softened, her expression showing sincerity. It took me a few seconds under her piercing gaze to finally nod. "We can tell her not to come, ya know? We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. Are you sure about this?" her palm came to my cheek and I pushed up against it in thought. Again, after some thinking, I nodded. A smile spread across her lips and she leaned down to peck me softly. "This will be good for both of us. I'd rather know the truth...and not get my hopes up...know what I mean?" she said a little sadly. I met her hand with my own and squeezed softly. It wasn't much in the sense of comfort but our situation was somewhat complicated. She pulled me into a tight hug out of the blue, nuzzling into my neck. Wrapping my arms around her, we stood for some time as we silently begged for the same outcome. My palm soared down her side before resting against her tummy. As if to finalize our decision, I nodded. I wanted to know the truth as much as she did. I wanted to know if we could be parents. Backing away slightly, she smiled at me, turning the corners of her lips into something more naughty. "Well then, you better get at it" she chuckled. A red hue came to my cheeks and I looked downward then back up to her eyes, my way of asking what I should do. She caught on to what I meant and stepped out of the hug to reach behind the kitchen counter. After a little fishing, she retrieved a glass jar, kinda like a beaker but without the measurements. "I'm heading out" her tone hinted some mischief. "So, I want you to do your thing and I'll be back in time to leave, okay?" she handed the jar to me, as well as the tight-sealing lid for it. I hesitantly lifted it from her palms to feel the weight of what could possibly be a big part of our future. Her words left me feeling slightly confused and nervous. Placing it down on the counter, I eyed her for answers. She wanted me to do it on my own? I took her hand to give it a light squeeze as my gaze shot to the front of my hoodie. She lifted my knuckles to her lips and gave them a small peck. "I know, Eve. I would love to help, but I think this will be good for you. Take this time to learn a few things about yourself. You've never had to do it like this, huh?" she flipped my hand so that she was able to rub her cheek into its palm. I turned away and nodded. She's always been there for me when I had those urges. An entire week living with her and it's been the greatest time of my life. This would be the first time I've ever had to, well...touch myself. Strange, I admit. I didn't even know how to really do it, but I guessed that it would come to me naturally...but still...it was weird...dirty. It's wrong...isn't it? Noticing the conflict behind my eyes, she cracked a grin and brushed up against my palm, moving it oddly. Her lips parted ever so slightly. With my eyes still transfixed to the side, I didn't realize what she was doing before I felt the warmth of her tongue stroke the underside of my middle and forefinger. Sharply facing her, she sucked my digits to the joint, capturing them within the moist warmth of her mouth. By that point, my mind had gone blank. She pressed the tip of her tongue to the crevice between my fingers, prying through them to swirl around each one individually. Both were coated in a fine blanket of her saliva, constantly being swapped and replaced by her wondering wet whisk. The look in those emerald hues could melt butter, a mixture of erotic and mischievous. Once she had caught my attention, her eyelids lowered steadily, not breaking eye contact until the radiant green was hidden. Getting lost in the sensation, I was barely aware of the growing bulge that strained against the front of my tracksuit pants. I was too nervous to move my fingers, but I was too aroused to simply pull my hand away. The inside of her mouth was so hot and wet and her skilled tongue worked in perfect harmony with how her lips gripped at my intruding fingers. Although, my other hand knew exactly what it wanted to do. Curiously, anxiously, nervously, I brought my palm to touch the aching bulge that protruded lewdly from my pants. Dragging my open hand up and down its length, I exhaled a heavy breath. Her lips, that invigorating suction, the heavenly warmth; I swear that I could feel it all diluting into my bloodstream, tingling my lower tummy. She swallowed my fingers down to the knuckle and I instinctively thrust my hips forward, as though I would push more of myself down her throat but I was disappointed to feel my bulge grind roughly into my palm. I needed release. And then she pulled away. That sensation ceased. She licked her way up my fingers until only a thick, clear string of her saliva connected my digit tips to her luscious lips. Breaking out of my trance, I mewed with frustration but quickly realized my helpless, needy voice. Flushing red, I diverted my gaze. I felt a small kiss on my wrist, followed by her steamy breath in my ear. "Now you have something to think about while I'm gone...Enjoy yourself" the last bit almost sounded like an order...and I had no intentions of disobeying her. Every thought that was blocking me before had just been forgotten. She released me and headed for the door, giving me a quick glance over her shoulder. Compared to her smooth, controlled, in-charge personality, I could only watch with weak knees and jealousy. She's perfect...and I'm just...me. "I love you, Eve" her words slipped through the closing door and I caught sight of her beauty just before it was too late. -A single moment that was stamped into my memories- Her crimson hair, a wave shadowing her left hue, covering up that shy lady in scented strands; Her loving smile of glistening peels, the sweetest fruit; Her complexion, that golden glow of sun baked beach, tender like the finest sand and just as welcoming; Her pride built upon sheer dominance, others fear and envy her; One such as me. * Why me? Of all the people in the world...why settle for me? Then the door shut and I was alone. =XXX My imperfections stared right back at me, twice as shattered as I remembered. Cringing my fists into the bathroom sink, I grit my teeth and trembled at the hateful glare of my reflection. Nothing. I saw nothing like that in myself. No beauty, no confidence, no reason. I didn't understand. Taking a step back, I undid my bra and added it to the small pile on the floor. Nope, that didn't help. My fingertips felt the flesh of my small mounds as I watched myself closely in the mirror. I could easily flatten my hands against my chest, albeit with a little bit of force, but it still proved my point. Disappointed with the angle, I turned around, looking at my side and back in the mirror. Always wearing those thick, baggy clothes had left me as pale as a porcelain plate, and not a lot more interesting either. Why me? Hooking my panties with both thumbs, I slowly dragged them down my thighs and then stepped out once it reached my ankles. First greeted by my erect adversary, I immediately shifted on my heels to get a better look from my left. It jutted and bounced with life, bobbing lewdly in the air near my tummy. Such an eager beast, searching for a means of release. It was the thing I despised the most about myself. Because my imperfections weren't enough, I was given this thing as a joke. Someone must be laughing hysterically or else it would just be a lame prank. Rotating a little bit more, I focused rather on my lower features. Getting a broad view of myself, I noticed how tightly my skin was hugging me. I was too thin, unladylike with only subtle curves that didn't exactly draw the eye. Why me? I gave a long, agitated sigh and sat on the tub's lip. Why couldn't I just be happy? Why did I insist on doing this to myself? Why question everything if I know that it will only make me depressed? There I go again. Best to focus on what's important. My length bounced anxiously as I glared at it, like an untamed puppy that didn't know when it was being scolded. Having Rose around all this time, I'd never really thought about doing this myself, nor did I have a plan for it. With my mind overflowing with thoughts of her, and my arousal at its peak, I honestly had no idea what to do with it. The only thing that came to mind was to recreate that first time with her, the first time that she touched me in that way. Quickly glancing at the sink, I wanted to double check that the beaker was there and ready for when I needed it, which it was. I didn't want to be put in an awkward position when the time came. Despite having nobody in the apartment, and the zero risk of a random person visiting, I had locked the main door, as well as the bathroom door. In hindsight, it was kinda ridiculous, but I guess I was nervous at the time. I swallowed hard and looked down at my cock. Just relax. Touching its base, I squeezed its girth carefully between my thumb and forefinger. I couldn't believe how hard it felt beneath the soft, spongy exterior. How the hell was Rose able to deal with this thing? I slowly wrapped my hand around it and I felt my soul slouch in preparation, getting comfortable to watch the show. My fingers parted slightly, my palm loose, I stroked my cock to the mushroom tip. Amazing how such a masculine thing felt strangely feminine. It was smooth and snug in my cradling hand, which I found quite pleasant. Milky in color, like me, although it had a polished, very subtle hue to it, as though it were blushing. Sprouting the tip, the cute thing, a velvety, girlish pink. The more I pumped its length, the more natural it was becoming. At first, I barely felt anything save for the small details like its weight and creamy texture, but then that familiar pleasure began to brew in my lower tummy. A heavy breath escaped my lips. Was I enjoying it? Once I had entered a steady rhythm, my thoughts began to disperse, leaving me blank. But, the rough friction of my hand quickly ruined the mood. Every time I tried to pick up the pace then it would twinge. I needed something slippery. Without really thinking, I reached for Rose's shampoo bottle and squirted a good helping of the see-through liquid into my palm. Oh God, that smell. Her scent. My palm mushed into my tip and I instinctively reeled back from the cold. Now knowing what was to be expected, I did it again, much slower, polishing my tip with it. The liquid drooled down the underside of my length and I relished every second of those tantalizing droplets making their way to my base. Cool, ticklish, and oh how the flowers pervaded my senses. Again, I began to stroke. The lubricant worked wonders as my palm and fingers tended to its girth generously, pumping it at my own measured pace. No rush. Giving a heady sigh, eyelids fluttering from the sensation, I was drowned in the squishy pops and smacks whenever the crevices of my digits would graze the tip's ridges. The cold turned to heat rather quickly. I will admit that, although it didn't quite compare to the real thing, doing it alone had its own fair share or perks. I was in absolute control, of how it was done and how much pleasure I wanted. Rose was extremely good when it came to that, a little too good sometimes. Especially recently, now that she's been exploring my other place. When it came down to it, I was totally helpless to its sensitivity, and I had no clue why. She said that it might have something to do with my gift, but who knows? Speaking of which... Lost in the lewd stroking, I brought a hand to my lips and captured the two longest fingers the way she did. Sucking her flavor from them, I lapped at their pads to make them damp. Once they were wrapped up in a warm sheen of my saliva, I relinquished them with a small pop. I bit my lip with anticipation and briefly prolonged my wait by granting each breast a quick massage, pinching the nubs softly between my wet fingers. Doing this by myself, I found that it possessed a different kind of perversion than experiencing it with Rose. It was literally a guilty pleasure. I felt like I was stealing something from her, or that I was cheating on her in a very weird way. Again, I guess it was just my mind wondering. Shifting with need and aching with eagerness, I sighed deeply as my hand dipped below my cock. An agonizingly slow curving of my digits parted the petals and caressed my pink, spreading my spit like dew to make it glisten. Just that teasing rub was enough to hitch my breathing. In my mind, she was doing it all. She was kneeling between my thighs, swallowing my lust while she carefully played with my flower. That thought alone caused a surge of tingles down my spine and I unknowingly beat to a faster tempo, squeezing my cock in a similar way that Rose did. With eyes closed, hers would open and glance up at me, pressing herself forward until my tip was teased by the back of her throat and her palm ran vigorous circles into my soft slit...and oh...oh...Rose...my Rose... Straightening my legs, I cringed against the tiles as I neared my orgasm. I arched back, my vision shooting to the ceiling and then gradually fading to black as my eyes rolled through the intensity. Chest heating up, lips parted to suck the much needed air into my lungs, my unused muscles tensing out of habit, I was so close. So close. The image of her down on her knees was dissipating, being replaced by something else. My mind wandered to seek new material, and it didn't have to search for long. "I love you, Eve". Her smile. I curled forward and cried out in pleasure. The tingling in my flower was washed by a sea of juices, coating my palm in its scent. Every convulsion caused me to gasp for air, pushing me dangerously close to the next arising threat. It took all of my willpower to stand, grab the beaker and spin on my heels, all on weak legs as I continued to shiver through my orgasm. With another spasm, I fell forward, placing my hand against the wall over the tub. By luck or skill I was able to get the beaker's rim in front of my tip right before the first rope spurted and sloshed inside. Then came another. My eyes clenched shut. The third audibly crashed into the filling glass. I clawed at the wall's tiles. Another pulsed up my length, causing the thick cream to overflow and drip into the bath tub. Breathing heavily, I started to come down from my high. One last helping simply poured around the full beaker, making my hand sticky and hot with its essence. I smiled through parted, gasping lips. XXX= They say you should try everything at least once. After closing the container and rinsing its sides under the tap, I inspected it under the light. Is this what I put Rose through every time? There was so much. Are guys the same as me? God, I would feel bad for women if that was the case. I sighed and slid on my hoodie, once again. We would be leaving soon so I didn't want to keep Rose waiting when she did show up. But...I was alone in her apartment for the time being, and the same urge was tugging on me like all those other times. No, I shouldn't. I should be able to trust her, right? Setting the beaker down on the sink, I stared at my reflection, tapping my finger on the counter. If I had to check again...would that make me a bad person? But if I didn't, and something did happen, wouldn't that make me even more of a bad person? I wish I didn't have to make this decision every time. Finally coming to my answer, I shoved myself away from the sink and headed for her bedroom. I always got home earlier than her so that's when I would check to make sure that it was still there. Kneeling beside her bed, I leaned all the way down to see if the bag was still there. Just like every other time I checked, the bag was untouched and sitting obliquely near the center. Obviously I've been curious about the gun, so over the week I've learnt a few things about it. Google is truly amazing. The gun's model was a 9mm Beretta, which was somewhat expensive for a handgun. I'd also ejected the mag to see how much ammo was left. There was supposed to be 16 including the one in the chamber, but there were only 13, matching the 3 bullet casings in her bag. So, whoever shot the gun didn't want to leave behind any evidence. It was still there, so that's all that mattered. I straightened out with a drawn out yawn. The night before was quite interesting. She took me out to dinner to kinda get our vigor up for today, and we stayed pretty late since we can talk more. That notebook has allowed me to be a lot more social, so I spoke to her about some stuff, nothing serious, though. As much as I've wanted to talk to her about the bag, I just can't bring myself to it. Maybe I was scared of hearing something that I didn't want to know. I did learn, however, that she was quite the food critique. It was so cute when I asked about how her food was and she started discussing, in detail, how it was all made and why they used those spices in particular and when you should start cooking the steak and where they got the wine... A Secret Revealed Ch. 04 I mean, it wasn't all that interesting but I've never seen her so passionate about anything before. The way she used hand gestures for stupid reasons and the funny expressions she made, they made me realize how little I know about her. I want to know about all the things that make her feel that way, so that I can always see that spark in her eyes. The front door was unlocked and I heard her muffled voice through the wood. "Have you done the deed yet?" she joked as she slowly pushed it open. I decided to grab the beaker first so I headed for the bathroom. When my fingers met the warm exterior of the container, a thought struck me. How the hell are we going to go outside with this? We'd need a bag of some kind, like a really dark bag so that people couldn't see through it. Peering into the kitchen, I saw Rose putting something into the fridge and then she closed it. She was holding a brown paper bag with a half-eaten hot dog inside of it, which she lifted to her lips to take another bite. Yeah, that could work. Turning the corner, a blush crept over my features as I held up the container. The bottom was lewdly warm in my palm but I tried to shake those thoughts away. When she saw me, her eyes drooped to the beaker and then returned to my face. "Well then, I guess you've been busy" she chuckled and made her way over to run a hand through my hair. "Holy hell..." leaning down, she gawked at its contents. My blush burned red and I failed to cover it with my hand. "Aw, come on!", she teased, "It's not like it's the first time I've seen it" her hand met my hip and she pulled me closer. Pushing into her, letting her hug me, I nuzzled into her neck and she returned the gesture. Her mood felt like it melted around me with her next words, as though to pacify our subconscious thoughts. "Everything is gonna be okay...no matter what happens" her arm squeezed me sensually for a few moments before she released me. "Come on. Don't wanna keep her waiting" she smiled warmly and I nodded. - Present - "You must be Eve. Rose told me about you over the phone. I'm Mary" the doctor moved on from Rose to try and hug me, too. My anxiety took hold of me, a pair of claws that sunk through my chest, tearing into me. I flinched and backed away, just enough to get out of her reach, more out of instinct than anything. As soon as I realized my rudeness, I sucked up my fear and stepped forward with an arm open to her. "So you really are mute?" she said quietly as she greeted me with a quick hug. Well, I suppose it's better for her to know about it. Makes my life easier since I won't be the pinnacle of socializing. I could leave the talking to Rose. When she pulled away, I simply nodded to confirm all of her questions and she responded by showing us our seats. I slid into the booth first and Rose sat after me, like we would normally sit. I preferred to be near the window, I guess. Mary sat opposite of us, making herself comfortable near the center of her seat. First she looked at me and I immediately diverted my gaze out the window, so she focused on Rose, instead. "It's been a while since we've sat like this, huh?". Rose smiled, "But now I'll be the one paying for us. I guess it's a good start for everything you've done". "No, please. You don't have to. That's all in the past" Mary held up a palm to reject the offer, but Rose grabbed her hand and placed it gently on the table. "Please..." Rose said with a sincere look in her eyes. Mary glanced down at Rose's knuckles and she sighed. "Alright, that would be nice. And I see that it's healed up quite nice". With that comment, Rose drew her hand away and subtly placed it on her leg under the table. "Yeah, um, you can barely see it now" she said hurriedly. I turned to look at Rose but she still faced forward, drilling a message into Mary's eyes. There was some sort of unspoken understanding between them and Mary fidgeted awkwardly in her seat for a few moments. "So, you've moved on from that shitty fast food place?" Mary changed the subject, also avoiding eye contact with me. Rose eased, probably because Mary wasn't prying any further into whatever the hell she wanted to keep secret. "I'm working at a new place, now. I've been there since last year. Going great so far...but it took me a while to get used to it. I actually need to talk to people, and not just take their orders through a machine" she chuckled. It worried me how they passed the old subject along as though it wasn't important. I tried to sneak a glance down at Rose's hand but she kept it well hidden under the table. Maybe I just never looked hard enough to notice, or Mary truly did a good job at healing whatever was wrong, but I've never seen a scar or past injury on Rose before. And why was it so important that they would keep it a secret? Damn it. Mary appeared to soften back into her previous mood, as well. "Hey, you could be working in the kitchen someday. That'd be interesting". "I don't think so. I wouldn't be able to keep up with those guys". When the waiter came around to our table, Rose ordered coffee for all three of us, black for Mary and light for herself and I. The rest of the conversation was about small, insignificant things so that they could catch up with each other. Apparently they hadn't seen each other for about a year or two, but they had some history together. As far as the puzzle went, I concluded that they never went to school with each other or anything like that. I guess they met sometime after that, maybe roommates or simply friends. And obviously Mary had done some work on Rose's hand, for whatever reason. "Anyways..." Rose reached over my lap to grab the brown paper bag before setting it on the table. "A friend of mine wanted me to help him out. He was too shy to get himself checked, so here we are. Just like, give me a call or something when you have the results?". "Sure, no problem" she smiled and lifted the bag, surprised by its weight. "How many times did he do it?". "Just once". "Wow". My face burned red and I looked out the window. "Is it a problem?" Rose asked, half-jokingly. "No, no, no...just...wow" she laughed. "Uh, when was the time of ejaculation?" she kept her composure to continue her analysis. "Less than an hour ago, like you said". "Perfect. It should still be usable by the time I get to the lab. What else...", she tapped the container through the bag with her forefinger, "...this is a clean glass, right?". "Yeah, well it's as clean as the rest of my kitchen stuff". "That will work. Why your stuff though?" she asked, raising a brow. Rose was a little stumped by this. "It's something old that I was going to get rid of, anyways, so I said he could use it". "Alright then", Mary caught on that Rose didn't want to explain the whole thing, "I'll check it out for him". "Thanks, Marianne". - Later that day - I paced the kitchen, fidgeting with my hoodie's zip. How long did it take to run a test like this? Wasn't it just like a quick check under a microscope or something? Exhaling slowly to try and calm myself, I looked over to the lounge where Rose was sitting cozy with the gaming remote in her hands. She was definitely taking this better than I was. Well, I guess she had nothing to really worry about. Whose fault would it be if the test came up negative? Mine. Our future as parents came down to whether or not I was shooting blanks, and it scared the hell out of me. It would be my fault. It would just be another thing that was wrong with me. It would be another brick between us. "Please come sit down", Rose whined, "She'll call when she's got the results. No point in getting worked up". I met her gaze and rocked from toe to heel in thought. She was right, obviously, but that's hard to understand when you've got a bag of rocks weighing down your mood. Nonetheless, I gave in to her request and sunk down beside her on the couch. "Don't worry so much" she chuckled, fixing a renegade hair by pushing it behind my ear. I sought her attention and rubbed up against her hand, making her realize just how worried I was. "Eve...", she lay the remote down in her lap so that she could wrap her arms around me, "...please don't worry about something like this. Do you really think I'll be mad because of something that we can't change? Besides, we don't even know if that's the case. Please, Eve, don't worry" we hugged, shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, her breath warming my neck. Please, don't worry about me, either, Rose. I'm not worth your concern. Touching her hips, I pushed her away gently and forced a smile. "Thank you" she smiled in return before letting our lips touch briefly, enough to turn my fake smile into a real one. When she pulled away, she picked up the remote and held it towards me. "It'll calm your nerves" that goofy grin of hers. I hesitantly nodded, feeling defeated in a way, like I was guilty for not worrying about everything. But once the remote was in my hands then it all faded away. Within no time, I was too focused on the game to really care. Rose commented and made jokes with her cheek on my thigh, casually running her hand up and down my leg, watching me slay my foes. Not to toot my own horn but I thought I was wrecking that game. I had won the game twice already, moving up in difficulty both times, and now I was halfway through the most challenging setting. Yeah, I was struggling through it, but still, I was beating it one level at a time. The challenge took my mind off of my worries. Just like Rose said it would. I didn't even realize her odd movements until it was too late to stop her. A sharp tug and my tracksuit pants were around my knees. Pausing the game, I looked down at her mischievous grin. "Don't pause..." that's all she needed to say for me to understand. I swallowed hard and extended each finger, one at a time, noticing how suddenly my palms had become sweaty. Focusing on the screen, I resumed playing but I couldn't help a quick glance down to see what she was doing. Well, she had succeeded at distracting me from my troubles, that's for sure. XXX= Pinching the frills of my panties, she rolled them down and puckered her lips slightly. All concentration was lost when a potent stream of cool air crashed against my flaccid length. I leaned forward instinctively to try and protect myself from the sensitivity but with a bit of will I strained to sit upright and fight that urge. She giggled and continued to blow on my throbbing heat, growing erect under her known intentions. Just when I started to get used to the sensation and I was able to work my thoughts back to the game, she closed her lips around my tip. The softness allowed her to gingerly suckle the sprouting length. I trembled, almost dropping the remote. Her tongue swirled and lapped at the spongy head, making sure to give some attention to my tender flesh below the ridges. As it hardened and fought to stand erect, she sucked harder, holding it in a downward angle that ached uncomfortably. Anything. I would have done anything to shift my legs or move my hips so that my erection could spring up, out of that awkward position. But I didn't. It would have been easy to throw the remote aside and resolve the issue. But I didn't. I did exactly as I was told. My lip burned and I only then noticed how harshly I was biting into it. Relax. Suddenly a huge group of enemies spawned around me, which I should have predicted after winning the game twice already, and that's what my mind clung to. The increased suction of her lax lips was helping my discomfort, to a small degree. God, it was like she was drinking my worries away through a straw. All it took was a few calculated rolls and a lot of button mashing to clear the path and then I was on my way, once again. With the threat taken care of, I was dragged back into the other sensation. I winced as my cock pulsed and throbbed painfully. She wasn't letting up. Her cheek was planted firmly on my thigh, so I assumed that she wouldn't be moving any time soon. Again, the veins strained along my shaft and I audibly whimpered, but still didn't take my hands off the remote. Why would she be doing this? My entire length seared from the struggle, and yet the tender tip was being worked around so gently between her lips. Should I stop her? I was on the fence about whether or not this was even enjoyable for me. No. There had to be a reason for it, even if it did hurt me. As if to answer all of my doubts, she subtly withdrew. Dragging her lips tightly over the ridges and sucking until the entire pink tip was revealed, her caved cheeks puffed out with a loud pop and I was finally released. My cock smacked the front of my hoodie so hard that it actually stung my tummy briefly. But I assure you, that was by far the least noticed sensation. I remember the table screeching as my legs extended sharply and my toes curled against the wood. All of my strength was focused on holding the remote up and even that proved to be difficult. Finally free, my cock bobbed violently and leaked its transparent warning like a tap. Hips convulsing and bucking without control, a long stream of white dew oozed down the underside of my length, not too long after. It's not like I had an orgasm, but it did feel kinda close. A mini-orgasm? Rose chuckled and it took me a second to come out of my daze and find her. I must have had a pretty stupid look of my face because she laughed even harder when our eyes met. Burning pink, I looked away with a sly grin. Damn it, Rose, a week in and she was still finding new ways of sexually surprising me. We would never be bored in bed, put it that way. She didn't even say a word before she kissed my base and slowly pecked her way up to the tip. This wasn't going to end soon. Plus, from the looks of it, she wasn't going to let me end soon, either. Just like I was playing the game, she was going to play with me. And so, I kept going, encountering bigger, tougher enemies while she teasingly cleaned me up with her tongue. We had nowhere to be, and she knew that. After that previous stunt, I was left right on the edge, so unbearably close to the climax that I needed, but she wouldn't let me have it. Like a well-fought battle, she was able to constantly put pressure on me without ever giving me the advantage. Small nips, licks, kisses, nibbles...I felt like I could erupt at any moment but she denied me that simple pleasure...and I loved it. Half-focused on the game, a ticklish sensation made me shudder. Glancing down in the heat of combat, I saw her nails carefully grazing my length, caressing the thick flesh. Then I realized that she had been sucking on one spot in particular for quite a while. So long that it actually started to hurt a bit. Near the tip, her mouth was gripping the side of my shaft, giving it a strange rhythm of hard suction and then easing, again. This continued for some more time while I tried to beat the last wave of demons but it ached the more she did it. Finally when I conquered the level and the victory screen appeared, she pulled away, a thin string of her saliva breaking in the process. That's when I saw it. A pinkish, red mark on the side of my cock where she was sucking. She gave me a hickey...on my dick. "Oh wow...you actually did it" she looked at the screen and chuckled. "Guess I have to try harder" she joked but my heavy gasps drew her eyes back to me. Head thrown back, shivering, knuckles pale and clenching the remote, I was panting to the ceiling. My cock bounced as another pulse brought it to life, creating a juicy bead of dew that rolled slowly down my length. "Are you okay?" she asked sincerely. A grin came to my lips and I regained my composure. Not even glancing down, I tapped the button to select 'NEXT MISSION'. How long did we continue like this? We were both playing our own games, and the further I progressed, the more she would tease me. There were moments when I came so close that Rose would stop altogether and wait for me to calm down, then I would simply nod to her and we would keep going. In a weird way, it was fun. I've always been drawn to challenging things, and this was top of that category. I got a certain satisfaction out of the fact that I could control myself and still think straight even under a circumstance like this. But I could tell that I wouldn't be able to contain my need for much longer. A couple missions done and dusted and I was finding it hard to focus on anything except the slow movement of Rose's head. The moist muscle massaging my meat as she swallowed me down to the base. She had no trouble deepthroating me anymore. Hell, I think she liked doing it. There was no suction, just a tantalizing, gradual descent into her waiting gullet. Any faster and I wouldn't last, so she kept it steady, never granting me release. Every time her lips met my pelvis, she would wait and swallow a few times. Her tight throat would convulse around my length to wring and milk it of my dew and then she would pull up just as slowly. I was losing to her. For a while, I'd had the urge to throw the remote aside and hump her mouth to reach my final crescendo. Of course, I didn't want to lose, so I held off on doing that, for as long as I could... The victory screen popped up for the 4th? 5th? time, which meant that she would give me a short break to recover, like the other times. But she didn't. Throughout that last battle, the only thing I could think about was the peaceful moment afterwards so that I could regain my composure. But she didn't give it to me. In the beginning, I didn't want her to stop, but now I looked forward to having those breaks. And she knew that. Once again, she had teased me with what I wanted and then tore it away from me. That was the breaking point. The remote fell to the couch. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I did something that I thought I would never do. I forced her head up and down on my cock, just a few rough pumps was all I needed. My other hand pressed down on the couch from the intensity, caving in the fabric as I pushed up on my heels. With a few harsh jerks of my hips, I came. My voice was carried throughout the room in a series of cries, followed by the audible sloshing of my cum pouring down her throat. Rose didn't fight. She was helping me as best as she could by meeting my thrusts and swallowing around me. The couch creaked and rocked each time I bucked, until there was silence. I stared at the screen with heated eyes before I slumped down from exhaustion. For a while, I sat, feeling my cock still pulsing in Rose's throat, still flowing into her stomach. A stubborn breath let go of my burning lungs and then everything started to fall into position again, a Tetris game of my senses. One last swallow, Rose pulled away, releasing me from her wet trap. She wormed her fingers around my wrist and removed it from her head so that she could kiss it. I guess it was her way of forgiving me. She sat up and we shared a few looks in silence before she caressed my cheek, wiping away a tear that I didn't even know was there. "You win" she smiled warmly. Somehow working up a laugh, I looked down at my still painfully erect cock. The amount of tease and denial that she put me through, it's not surprising that I wasn't satisfied yet. Rose also noticed so she scooted forward without a word and stood up so that her back faced me. Sliding her thumbs into her jean shorts, she struggled to work the navy coverage over her plump butt. I could only watch with heightened arousal as she hopped and wriggled until the fleshy globes popped into view, only hidden partially by the red, indenting cotton of her panties. She glanced over her shoulder with a seductive grin as she lowered herself towards me. Gripping the couch on either side of my head, she sat on my lap, nestling my length between her cheeks. A Secret Revealed Ch. 04 Finding her hips, I held her down on my thighs to enjoy the small pleasure of having her weight pressing against my cock. But also, I was kinda lost. She wasn't facing me? I always avoided a position like this because I couldn't see her front. There was no intimacy. Well, if this is what she wanted then I wouldn't complain, but still... My legs parted so that she could sit between them more comfortably and I eased my hold on her hips. I must say, though, the sight was quite enticing. Fitted tight and snug against her panties, my cock was half-submerged between her mounds, pushing the cotton deeper into her crevice. The jean shorts around her thighs kept her legs shut, making everything more compact. But...no...why would I care about something like that? I wanted to see her face, to love and kiss her. I didn't care about anything else. Rocking her hips to a gentle beat, she put more weight onto me, humping my length with her ass. The cotton was heavenly soft but her flesh was in a league of its own. Growing quicker and rougher with every return, her panties were slowly being pushed deeper until they were hidden beneath my cock and tucked subtly in her crevice. Her saliva from earlier made it very easy to get into a decent pace, but that's where she kept it. I wasn't gonna complain. I was lost in a trance, watching the way her amazing globes would mold and part for me to slide through them. Why was I so turned on by this? I didn't even know Rose's expression, whether she was happy, bored or aroused. I had no idea what was going on in her head. I was afraid to do anything, because I didn't know what she wanted. Before I knew it, I was following her rhythm with my hands, helping her hips. As much as I enjoyed it, I was already aching with need, and this wasn't going to be enough. But, like, what was I supposed to do? She'd always been in control up to that point. She would always be the one who decides how everything plays out. But..it was frustrating, having this burning desire that wouldn't be sated. The longer it continued, the hotter this feeling grew and I found that I was being a little rougher than I wanted to be with her hips. Was she doing this on purpose? Like the game thing? Was she toying with me? Well, I had already won, apparently, so what was she trying to do? All of my thoughts were tossed aside when she came to an abrupt halt and she peered over her shoulder at me. I couldn't see, but I'm sure that she had a wide grin across her maw. I didn't know what she wanted, but I knew what I wanted. Grabbing her hips, I stood up with her, making her fall forward and brace herself on the coffee table. She was quiet but she positioned her palms against the edge of the table to prepare for something. I was still pressed up against her so I held her closer to me, to savor the sandwich of her mounds around me. My hips thrust forward and I stood up on my toes to see the pink tip rise between us, throbbing greedily. I knew exactly what I wanted. Bringing my hands down her sides, I inched her panties along her thighs to her shorts, just barely low enough for me to see her flower. Her tightly closed legs made it appear as though it were nothing but a fine pink slit that drooled her arousal. Holding onto her pelvis, I touched her petals with my tip and stopped. Did she even want this? I couldn't tell. She was strangely quiet, and she wasn't moving much. Was she waiting? I parted her, meeting immediate resistance due to the increased tautness. Her juices formed droplets that ran down my length, some reaching my own slit. Again, I pushed a little, feeding another few inches into her velvet hole. She quivered around me, tingling through my length. With a final thrust, I hilted inside of her. Exhaling loudly, she released a sexy moan, and then I knew that I didn't have to worry. Leaning forward, I rested my cheek on her back while I passionately felt my way under her tank top, up her tummy, dancing over her ribs, and crossing over her chest to cup the bountiful handfuls. I gave each breast a careful squeeze and a playful fondle while I kissed up her spine. She trembled from the small bits of attention all over her. Maybe, just once in a while, she liked to be pampered the way she would always treat me. Her breathing became heavy and her arms shivered. So cute. Withdrawing from her to my very tip, our hips clapped with a hard collision, making her squeak. Then another long wait while I pulled back, only to thrust as hard as I could into her, once again. There was an audible squelch every time I slipped into her deepest spot. Her moans coaxed me into a steady rhythm until the table was swaying with us. Planting my forehead on her upper back, I closed my eyes and only focused on thrusting. I pounded into her wetness so hard that I had secured a foot on the couch to stop me from falling backwards. One of Rose's textbooks dropped form the coffee table and so did a few pencils, as if we actually cared at that moment. My only concern was our pleasure. Maybe I was wrong about the whole intimacy thing. Although I couldn't see her face, we were still connected through our feelings, our pleasure. We were passionate about it, and that's all that mattered. Unlike the first time, there was no stopping me this time. I was on a train going straight for its final destination. No stops, no hold ups, no interference. The speed of our clapping hips was actually mind boggling to me. Seriously, I must have looked like a stray dog thrusting away at a lioness, but as funny as that sounds, Rose's hiking breaths told me otherwise. We were both close. Running my fingertips down to her stomach, I hugged her tightly while I mewed through my final pumps. Cringing for desperate release, I hammered into her, rushing straight passed my initial stop. She bit her lip to suppress her moans. A subtle bulge began to fill in her lower tummy and my tongue lolled. Halfway through our orgasm, her knees buckled and we went down, stopping herself from collapsing entirely by holding onto the table. I dropped to my shins and leaned over her, still pulsing inside her womb, still hugging her stomach. There was no interruption. On my knees, using the couch to help with the thrusts, I just kept going, even faster than before, if that was even possible. Right as my first orgasm was subsiding, I was a good ways into fueling my next. Rose, at that point, was lying on the table, nails digging into the wooden surface. The sensitivity ensued as I was nearing my next, causing me to slow down a few ticks because of the intensity. But the heat and pain didn't stop me, it only added to the sensation. Another train, as fast as the first, was coming right at us. This time, there was no strength in me to hold in my voice. I gave one last thrust and a heady grunt as my cum poured into her. She convulsed and squeezed me inside of her flower until we were at our climax. Every throb of my cock added to the creamy gathering inside of her womb, to the point where it was oozing at my base and dripping into her panties. Her body twitched below me, her muscles tensing and easing from the exhaustion. I was quickly going soft inside of her, probably from being erect for so long. I don't blame it for being tired. My fringe felt wet with sweat and her hot flower was only adding to that. Her arms had their own glossy sheen, so I guess I wasn't the only one. Falling back on my haunches, I sat against the couch, panting heavily. Without any blockage, my seed freely dribbled from her petals...my fertile, or infertile, seed. For the longest time, we were in our own little sessions of tranquility. We didn't want to move, talk, breath...but that last one was kinda mandatory, so we gave each exhale a sharp kick out of our throat. We panted and gasped like athletes after a marathon that we were seriously unprepared for. The room was stuffy with the heat and smell of sex, although the open windows did let in a generous breeze every once in a while to air the place out. This was a first for me. Intimacy and closeness, gentleness...sometimes that needed to be broken, only temporarily, by raunchy passion. Sighing out my last bit of sexual energy, I rolled my head onto the couch cushions. XXX= "I knew it...", Rose shattered the silence, "...you're an animal...just like me". She rested on one shoulder so that she could see me, and I could see her. Her lips curved up into a weak smile, but nothing like I'd ever seen before. "Even you can be..." her eyes closed and her breathing slowed into a gentle rhythm. She was asleep. Staring at her, wide eyed, I forced myself to stand up. What did she mean by that? I worked my panties and tracksuit pants back on, and I did the same for her clothes. The least I could do was put her on the couch and clean up a little. Picking her up was an extremely difficult task, but only because I lacked any remarkable physical strength. But I got her onto the couch, brushed her hair aside and opened up a few more windows. It was starting to get dark and there was still no word from Marianne. That's right...Marianne and Rose. They were talking about a scar or something on Rose's hand. Stepping away from the curtains, my hues locked onto my sleeping partner. She had shifted slightly and her right hand, the one that they were talking about, was clenched shut and hanging off the side. Come to think of it, her hand always did that when she was asleep. It was always closed, almost straining from how tightly she held it shut. I could check. Why did they want to keep it on the down low? My curiosity got the better of me, a trait leftover from my dad. He always did say that I was his sidekick because of how often I would intrude on his investigations to try and help him. Of course, I didn't help at all. If anything I was a nuisance, but he never admitted it. No matter how bad of a mood he was in, or how exhausted he was, he never once raised his voice to me. Maybe it's because of him that I enjoy challenges and calculated choices...and maybe he's the reason why I checked Rose's hand. I crouched beside her, silent and watching her peaceful expression. An animal. Why? Touching her wrist with the grace of a cloud, I anxiously brought it up in front of me. Like always, she was holding a fist, as though there was supposed to be something in her hand, something that she didn't want to let go of. Mary was looking at her knuckles...I turned her hand and moved back enough so that my shadow wasn't in the way. And there it was. I had to squint to even see it. All along her knuckles, in between the bones and even on the sides of her hands, faint, almost invisible white lines. I'd seen something similar before when Rose got into a fight, but they cleared up in about a week or two. This was only on her right hand, and they were far worse. These looked like they were stitched up once upon a time, like something had broken against it and tore flesh. So maybe she got in an accident or something and her hand was banged up...but then why would they keep it to themselves? Frowning, I lowered her wrist. Just who are you? You're an animal, but so am I? What does that even mean? I caressed her cheek and she smiled warmly into my palm. "Eve..." she murmured in her sleep. 'Rose...' I would have whispered back, but my moving lips and extra breath would have to suffice. Leaning closer, our lips touched and molded to meet each others in a lock of love. Before I can be worthy of your love...before I can be at peace in your arms...I need to know who you are, my darling Rose. ***** More potent stuff coming in the next chapter. I'm posting more slowly than I would like and it's because I've been hesitant about how I wanted the story to play out. I didn't think that a little fluff and smut would turn into a plot-driven story. Some nights I've stayed up fantasizing, not about the smut, but about the story. Weird XD. Oh yeah, and I have a small request, nothing big and I'm not really expecting this to even happen. Any artists out there that are reading my stuff, I would be so happy to see how you guys/gals picture Rose and Eve. I'd like to know if I'm portraying them the way I think I am. So, yeah, post your work in the form of a comment, or an email if you're shy, and I would appreciate it more than you can imagine. Some sexiness would give you double points =P. Anyways, thanks again for reading and I hope you stick around for the next chapter where another character is revealed. A Secret Revealed Ch. 05 Hey all! I'm really happy to be releasing this chapter because it's the first punch to the face you'll be getting in terms of the plot and also which direction this story will be going in. Please enjoy it as much as I did writing - and thinking - about it. Constructive criticism is always welcome and encouraged so please don't be shy. Just don't be rude about it. I'm learning as I go, so I'm eager to hear your thoughts. Anyways, here is Chapter 5! ***** - Chapter 5 - Hours passed. I stared at the ceiling, back against the couch, limbs lazily sprawled out in front of me. Ideas flickered and faded before my eyes, all of them crumbling because of the unknown variables. Rose was balled up behind me, still asleep after that passionate moment. The cold began to tickle my arms with goosebumps and I'm sure Rose felt it, too. Although I couldn't move. All connections to the rest of my body were severed, allowing my attention to be on a single thought. Who is she? Well, I met her almost four months ago. Before I moved in she'd been alone in her apartment. And sometime leading to that she'd met Mary who fixed up her hand. She's freely spoken to me about anything that's happened in the passed couple of years, but nothing beyond that, and the trail hits an abrupt end right there. I knew nothing else about her. Where did she grow up? What kind of people were her parents? Did she have siblings? A sigh fell into my lap and I slouched deeper. So tired...tired of thinking, tired of not knowing. I would ask her. I would find out, one way or another. For now, however, my body was numb and my thoughts were exhausted from theory crafting. Is this how my dad felt? Did he go through the same process of guessing and failing until he mentally shattered into depression? I smiled and reached out in front of me. I missed the days when he could take my hand and we'd walk down the street to see the neighbor's children. It was those few times I was able to leave the house and we could only do it when my mother was away on business. She would've been furious if she found out. I didn't have a lot of friends in my neighborhood, and I knew that they were kinda indifferent about my existence. We rarely hung out, so I guess they could never grow close to me. My fingers curled inward, closing my hand. But that's gone. He's gone... I reeled my legs in, bringing my knees closer to hold against me. Planting a cheek on them, I felt a heavy blanket wrapping around me, but instead of warmth I was weighed down by a sheet of ice. That was so long ago and yet I still couldn't move on. No, I didn't deserve to let go. I deserved the pain, this emptiness, the guilt. His cluttered life of obstacles and troubles and pain and death...and me. Who else could've driven him to suicide? The man with a freak for a child. Trembling, gritting my teeth, puzzles of my mold peeled away and exposed the turmoil beneath... but a vibration saved me from myself. That familiar tune of Linkin Park blared from Rose's pocket; A song with a fitting title, 'Given Up'. Composing myself, I turned to see that Rose was waking up and patting her jean shorts. Her emeralds squinted, obviously from being awoken by a loud song and a harsh vibe against her leg. She shifted along the couch until she was resting upright, awkwardly digging around to retrieve her phone. After reading the caller ID, she met my gaze. Eyes snapping awake, she whispered the words, "It's her". Not touching the button yet, we shared our fear and doubts silently, preparing us. Her thumb circled its target for longer than she expected and then suddenly sunk into the button. "Hey" she pressed it to her ear and I heard Mary's voice on the other end, too muffled and unclear for me to make out what she was saying. Rising to my feet, anxiety brought a finger to my lips. I bit down on its edge, hard enough to leave a wet dent in my flesh. If it weren't for my basic human instincts, I'm sure I would've drawn blood with my clenching jaw. "No, it's okay. I get it, don't worry. Your job is way more important than this" Rose gave a halfhearted laugh. The voice continued and she turned away slightly. "Okay..." her eyes lost some life. "Thanks, Marianne" the connection died and Rose's hand limply slapped her thigh. I didn't need her to tell me what the outcome was. "Eve..." her hues wandered to mine and a pit spiraled into my chest. "...you're..." she battled to make the sentence, "...it's impossible". Swallowing hard, a fire was struck in my burning throat. The smoke tried to escape through my eyes... but I was smiling and nodding and sucking it down. "Eve..." her mood dampened to sincerity. "...I'm sorry" She tried to comfort me. The smoldering ashes burned a hole through my windpipe and it hurt to breath... but I kept smiling and rejecting her words and shrugging away the pain. She stood immediately, her hands gripping me tightly while her hues searched mine for the truth, "Eve, are you okay?". Couldn't she understand that there was NOTHING wrong with me. Damn it, why couldn't she see? Leaning in, I pecked her with trembling lips. Gliding my digits around her side, a fingertip pressed into the fabric of her lower back and I made her feel the words, 'I'm fine'. Pulling away from the kiss, that same smile tore a line through my lips. Whether she believed it or not, she eased her hold on me and eventually let me go. I was free but split in two. One half lingered in front of her, its body swaying from all the weight...but the other half was walking to the bedroom, hoping to sink through the bed sheets and drown. Before I could decide, my feet were moving away from her and she followed not soon after. "You can feel sad, ya know? It's alright to" her voice stabbed through my heart, making my whole body tense... but I held up my smile like a shield. I glanced back at her to let her know that I was okay, but her expression knew otherwise. Stop it. Stop caring so much. Whipping my eyes away, every aching part of me wanted to break down and I felt the ground upturning. My palms found the bed and all of that went away. Just let me sleep, Rose. Just let me drown. I collapsed onto the mattress as a curling heap, facing the far wall. Please... I'm not worth your concern. The bed sunk a little as her body cradled mine, her hand draping over my hip to pull me in. She was the spoon that kept my melted form together. Squeezing me gently, she said something that almost boiled my anxiety to its limit. "Don't bottle up your feelings... you'll hurt the people who love you..." caressing my side, her voice wrapped around my neck like a noose, "...Your pain is mine, too". I found it impossible to swallow my emotions any longer. The pillow caved in as I nuzzled into it to silence myself. Finding her hand, I clutched it for comfort, but I didn't let my feelings surface. She kissed my shoulder carefully, her fingers trailing up my arm. "I love you, Eve. Nothing will change that" her breath warmed my neck with one last kiss and then she sunk to her half, leaving me drifting in my own treacherous sea of thoughts... but my smile held me together. My smile allowed me to bury everything inside myself. - 2 months ago - "Can I tell you a little secret?" Rose asked, still tapping her foot against a lonesome rock in the sand. Her phone wasn't normally that loud, but on the beach all by ourselves her music seemed to fill the air. As usual, the song was rock that bordered on metal, the stuff she generally listened to. Rolling to the side, I propped my head up on an elbow and watched her quietly. She was in a trance, her expression blank as she stared into the ocean. Her thoughts were wild, being controlled, replaying memories that she didn't want to remember. It was the moment I realized that she had a story to tell, a story that's been eating her alive. There was something inside of her that even she was scared of. Finally, when the sun pulled the blanket of sea over its face, she turned to me. "My favorite song..." she cracked a tiny grin, "...you'd never guess it". My first assumption was an image of someone screaming on stage with electric guitars slicing air itself with their power. A group of guys with black makeup outlining their eyes and lips, perhaps. Maybe some deep growls feeding the microphone and sticks beating the drum set to death. Yeah, probably something like that. Although, I couldn't pinpoint exactly what song that would be, so I shrugged and returned the smile. She swayed subtly in thought before leaning closer. Brushing her nose over my temple, she whispered it to me and then backed away, watching for my reaction. I'd heard that song before, but it took me a second to click. The really chilled beat, the melancholy, monotone vibe. Shifting to sit upright, I raised a brow. Out of all the songs in the world, why would she choose that one? For the time I'd known her, she exclusively listened to stuff that exploded from her speakers, riled your anger and got your blood boiling. But this? This was the polar opposite. A song like this attached itself to your emotions and kneaded your heart between its palms, molding it into a mess of feelings. It helped ease your pain through empathy. Something that I'd listen to for hours on end until I forgot about what made me sad in the first place. Why would she care about something like that? She turned to face the ocean, once again. "That song lets me filter all of it..." she placed a hand on her chest, clawing through the fabric to try and reach her heart, "...it makes it easier to remember". - Present. Later that night - I couldn't sleep, not with the needles pricking my throat. Every time I swallowed, another pin was inserted. Rose hadn't stirred for quite some time, so I assumed that she had fallen asleep. Still, I held it all in. I didn't deserve to cry, because I knew that it would make me feel better in the end. Doing this to myself was a suiting punishment. My curse continued to make my life a living hell, and now it even hurt Rose. Damn it, why was I so useless? Why couldn't I just do something right for once in my life? Why couldn't I just do this one small thing for her? Clutching my hand into a fist, I glared at it with a seething hatred. Everything about me...all of it could burn. The bed creaked with movement and I instantly calmed. Was Rose awake? I closed my eyes and waited, pretending that I was asleep, but sneaked a few peeks when I thought it was safe. As I thought, Rose had gotten out of bed and she was walking to one of her cupboards. She probably hadn't been sleeping at all, just like me. Parting the wooden doors quietly, she crouched to the lowest drawer and pulled it open carefully. Whatever was inside, I couldn't really see, but it looked like a box. She cradled it in her palms and glanced back at me, making sure I hadn't moved. Afterwards, she slipped out of the room, without a word or reason. No door was opened, no more footsteps. I guessed that she went to the lounge, but why? Actually, I knew the answer to that, but I didn't want to accept it. Of course she didn't want to be near me. Could I blame her? This was what I deserved, wasn't it? I should be alone to torment myself further. Because the only thing that could hurt me more than life itself was my own mind, my sharpened thoughts. More painful than a knife, because this way I'd never run out of blood. But... Pushing against the mattress, I flipped onto my back and searched the darkness. Wouldn't that hurt Rose, just as much? If I kept everything inside then she would bear the same weight as me until we spoke about it. This lingering aura would never cease, not until we dealt with it. Our peace rested on my shoulders. That's why I stood up, not for me...but for her. I hugged myself as I walked through the door frame. Whether she wanted me around or not, for her sake, I would break out of my shell. Sitting in complete darkness, Rose had a cigarette burning in one hand, and the other was hovering in front of her. The box was open on the coffee table, its lid sitting beside it. Her presence alone brought heat to my eyes. She looked up, her expression softening when she saw me standing there idly rubbing my arm. "Eve?" she got to her feet. The warmth ran down my cheek and I stepped forward. All the pins holding in my cries were ripped out, choking me briefly as I sniffled in the dark. Her cigarette bounced off the ground, killing the last bit of light in the room. She was at my side in a heartbeat, her fingertips latching into my shoulders like fangs. "What's wrong?" her panicked hues tried to read my own. Finding her hips, my hands trembled and cringed into her top, conflicted between holding her closer and letting her go. My dad's death was the poison that stopped me from truly living. My mother was the gun against my temple as a constant reminder to fear life. My failure to understand and impress Rose was the whirlpool that was slowly drowning me. Leaning forward, my body melted against hers. I broke. Convulsing into tears, I nuzzled into her neck. All of my emotions poured into her embrace and she drank up my pain and sorrow, sharing it between us. The panic faded from her. Instead, her fingers smoothed into me and she crossed her arms around my back. She understood. Rubbing her cheek into mine, she ignored my tears and I felt a beautiful warmth filling my head... Her voice and that stupid song... "Drink up, baby. Stay up all night with the things you could do, you won't but you might. The potential you'll be that you'll never see, the promises you'll only make. Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days. Do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away, the images stuck in your head. People you've been before that you don't want around anymore, that push and shove and won't bend to your will... ...I'll keep them still" That stupid, beautiful song. - Sunday - That night, along with all my pain, vanished behind closed eyes. I awoke to a soft rise and fall. Her subtle, sweet aroma was all around me, tangling me in her heartbeat. If I could decide what Heaven would be like, it would be an eternity of that moment. I was a puffy, white cloud that had finally let go of its rain, and she was the sky that I floated in. My face was buried in her air that cupped me as she breathed, tender and soft, almost squishy. Wait, what? Lifting my head, I blinked a few times and realized that I had been sleeping quite comfortably against her breasts. A blush painted my cheeks red and I glanced up at her. Oh, good, she was still asleep. Sighing deeply, I drowsily looked around. We were still in the lounge, on the couch. Rose was sitting at a slight angle with her feet propped up on the coffee table and I was lying across the couch's length, snuggled quite tightly to her side. I remember that we sat like this for a good portion of the night. She barely spoke, but she didn't need to. Just being there for me, comforting me as best as she could, I cried myself to sleep. But all of that was gone, now. I think I needed that night to drain my emotions. It was good for me. Well, she wasn't awake yet, and I was more than happy to go back to sleep. The sun was rearing its smug mug through the curtains but I gave approximately zero fucks. Lowering my head to her chest, I smiled warmly as her top squished inward and the softness of her breasts became my pillow. I planted my forehead into her cleavage and breathed her scent with drawn inhales. Running a hand over her tummy, my digits gently tickled her side before flattening to hold her close. Despite everything that Rose had done for me, this was what I treasured most of all. Just lying with her and being in peace, knowing that she would still be there when I woke up. That's what I lived for. Turning my head slightly, I saw the open box on the table. She took that out last night, but why? The box itself wasn't exactly impressive. It was made of thin wood and had scratches throughout its frame, although the inside was lined with an intricate white fabric. I sat up slightly to get a better look but it was empty. Curiosity twitched within me, a drug that I was allowing to become an addiction. My hues searched the coffee table for anything that stood out of the ordinary, but nope, there was nothing strange. Laying my thoughts before me I flipped through them like files. Last night Rose had something in her hand but it was too dark to tell at the time what it was. Carefully rolling into a more upright position, I could see her right hand clenched shut and hanging off the armrest. There was a silver glint locked under her curled fingers, as though she were holding a piece of jewelry. Whatever it was, it was hidden well, save for a glimpse below her small finger. The design wasn't top quality from what I could see, and I'd grown up with a ton of my mom's jewelry, so I would know. But despite that, the piece was crafted quite excellently. From what I could see, it was made up of silver squares, like a nomination bracelet, just less showy, although I couldn't really see much since her hand was in the way. Maybe I could peek. I mean, it's just a bracelet or maybe it was something to hold her hair up? She wouldn't mind. Not wanting to stir her slumber too much, I slowly removed my hand from her hip and reached forward. I could only stretch my fingers so far. Biting my lip, shifting more towards her, my digits brushed her wrist. Damn it, just a little more. Giving a short nudge to overcome the gap, I latched onto her forearm with a huff. And that was the biggest mistake I'd ever made in my relationship with 'my darling Rose'. Her arm ripped away from my grasp and her muscles tensed. I didn't even have a second to react before her other hand was around my throat, shoving me to the end of her reach. Coughing and gripping her arm to try and loosen its hold, I gulped and felt my muscles strain against her fingers. My hues were in a frenzy, searching for hers, but I was terrified by what I saw. She had her fist cocked and readied by her side, a searing hatred branded into her eyes, her teeth baring like a wolf protecting its den. The pain doubled and I whimpered as her fingertips locked into my flesh. But then it disappeared. I fell back onto the couch, gasping and rubbing my neck. Her expression convulsed into panic and she looked down at her palm. "I'm...", she trembled, slowly finding my face "...Eve, I'm so sorry". Leaning towards me, she touched my collar and I flinched in fear. My instincts forced me away from her. She noticed my anxiety and slowly withdrew, giving me some space. "I'm sorry" she repeated, her voice cracking a little. I'd never been hurt by her, emotionally or physically, but both of those had changed. Grazing my reddened flesh, I winced as I felt where her fingernails had uplifted skin. She had a full intent to kill me just a moment ago. What would have happened if she didn't come to her senses? Allowing the beating pulses in my veins to slow, my eyes settled on her worried expression. Whatever just happened...what she had become...it was over, and now she regretted the pain that she caused me. Honestly, I was still in shock and acutely aware of her, but I pushed it aside. Forcing myself to relax, I shifted closer to her and cringed my fists into the couch cushions. She hesitantly raised her hand to me, but I didn't jerk away this time. Her fingertips touched my throat, gliding up to my cheek where her palm rested against me. Just as I thought, this was the Rose that I loved. Pushing into her, I pecked her wrist. "I don't...", I felt her shiver "...I don't know what happened...I..." she tried to explain, but I knew it was useless. It was my fault, not hers. Before she could speak again, I pulled her into a hug, crushing my lips upon her own. She froze briefly but then simply accepted it. Her arms trapped me in a strong embrace but I could feel that she was still hesitant. She was just as scared as I was... A Secret Revealed Ch. 05 - Afternoon - There was a tickle in my throat so I subtly turned away and coughed into my sleeve. She noticed my discomfort and gripped her cup tightly, her gaze falling downward. Guilt was chewing on her constantly. Was I supposed to be angry at her? The blame was shared between us. I shouldn't have dug around in her privacy like that, but was her reaction really that necessary? It's not like she panicked because I woke her up. No, that's not it. Whatever was in her hand, that's what seemed to be the reason for her outburst. She didn't have it on her anymore, so I guessed that she had packed it away in her drawer again before we left. The air between us was filled with unanswered questions and she knew it. But she wouldn't open up, and I was too scared to ask. Sliding my coffee to the side, I flipped my notepad out and set it in front of me. There was so much I wanted to say, too many words left unspoken, but I didn't want to back her into a corner. Pen to paper, I wrote neatly at the top left corner of a new page, 'You can talk to me'. She glanced up at my writing and I rotated it for her to read. Her hues slowly turned to meet my own. Behind the emerald gems I could see her emotions conflicting with something else. Her lips cracked slightly and she worked herself up to speak but then all of her courage was suddenly swept away and she eased back into her seat. She wanted to unveil herself to me but there was something stopping her. With a fake smile, she tried to liven the mood. "It's nothing, alright? I got spooked when you woke me up, that's all" she couldn't look me in the eye. I didn't bite into her lie. My fingers played with the pen, letting it fall and circle each finger as I looped it around them. If she was ever going to tell me the truth, it wasn't going to be today. Straightening the notepad, I scribbled another line and showed her. 'I'll wait until the end of the Earth for you', the same thing that she told me before all of this even began. I held it up for her, smiling warmly. She read it and gave a genuine chuckle. The heavy air had been lifted. Reaching a hand out to me, our fingers intertwined and her eyes found peace in my own. "Thank you, Eve" she said sincerely, almost as a promise. Someday, when she was ready, she would tell me everything. Until then, I would just have to trust her. We leaned over the table, squeezing our palms together as our lips met. My tongue flicked hers and she responded by turning her head slightly and pushing up against me. Too distant to hold in my arms but close enough for our tongues to dance cautiously with one another. She pulled away, a longing need embedded in her eyes. "Let's go home" she smiled. Home. I didn't have a home. But I did have her, and she was the last bit of happiness that kept me going. Wherever she was, that's where I wanted to be. Rose stood to stretch her arms out. I guess that little talk was enough to calm her nerves a bit. Just as I was about to stand, I glanced at my cup and saw that there was a small bit of coffee left. Why waste? Quickly lifting it to my lips, I chugged the remaining liquid while I stared out the window. Sunday was about as busy as usual. No one really walked around and traffic was scarce. The Hot Brew was almost empty, save for a few couples like Rose and I. Scanning the streets, my eyes were drawn to a feminine figure. Across the street, just standing there with a briefcase hanging from one hand and a white umbrella open in the other above her, a young woman was facing my window. A pair of dark spectacles were covering her eyes but I swear that she was looking directly into my own. I froze, lowering my cup as the hairs on my arms pricked up. The girl was in her late teens like a high school student from what I could tell, but everything about her gave me chills. She wore a crisp suit and dress which conflicted with her age. The pitch black jacket was slimming on her frame, only parting down her front to expose a white shirt and maroon tie. Her hair was short, just barely hanging passed her ears and she kept it neatly pushed back. The platinum strands only differed slightly from her pale complexion, almost making her appear as a ghost. For a few moments, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. That eerie feeling grabbed my heart and squeezed. Then, as though she noticed my fear, her stoic expression was broken by those snowy lips cracking open. Widening into a grin, the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch, straining to smile even more. My fingers sunk into the table and my blood ran cold. She was smiling at me. "Come on" Rose snapped me away from the window as she started to walk away. Turning my attention to her, I hurriedly got to my feet and joined her side. Still, I couldn't help the urge to glance back. That girl was still there, still smiling at me as we left the Hot Brew. We headed back to her apartment but I couldn't shake that feeling away. Who the hell was she? Halfway up the stairs, I hugged myself for comfort, realizing that something was missing. Rose stopped as I did and she narrowed her hues. "Wait, where's your book?" she saw me frantically patting around my hoodie; Maybe I stuffed it in somewhere and forgot, but no. Shooting my gaze up at her, I remembered. I left it on the table. She came to the same conclusion as me and smiled. "I'll run quick and grab it" she offered. That same sensation forced my hand up to rest against her stomach, stopping her from going. I shook my head and returned the smile. I didn't want Rose to go there by herself, not with that girl there. Besides, it was my book and my responsibility to take care of it. Turning on my heels, I started trotting down the stairs, taking them two at a time to rush it along. "Alright," Rose laughed, "just hurry up. There's something I wanna show you when you get back" her voice followed me down the dark spiral. I decided to scout the building beforehand. Instead of going straight for the front door, I walked around it to make sure that the girl was nowhere to be seen. Peering around the corner, my eyes searched the street where I saw her before. But she was gone. I pushed away and cautiously crossed the dead street. Both of my feet planted exactly where hers was, I looked up to see the Hot Brew from her perspective. Clear as day, the booth that Rose and I were sitting at was pierced by her gaze. She could see everything. And there, resting on the table, was my notepad. Swallowing hard, I glanced around to make sure that I was alone and then made my way for the front door. From what I could see, she wasn't inside the building either. The booth was near the back so I scanned each seat as I approached it, but her white hair never caught my vision. Coming to a halt in front of my notepad, I reached forward, allowing my hues to glance down at it for a second. My heart was gripped in terror. I shivered to a complete stop. Written in capital letters across the entire page, the words carved deep enough to dent the pages beneath, a message screamed at me. 'ARE YOU SCARED OF THE TRUTH' 'SHE WILL HURT YOU AGAIN' 'YOU MUST KNOW' My fingertips touched the page and I mouthed the words slowly. She had written in my book. That feeling I had before, when I felt her eyes tearing through me, I wasn't wrong. Whoever she was, she came for me, and she knew exactly who Rose truly was. - Rose's apartment - The walk back to her apartment was a chain that choked me as I struggled forward. Every step was like a deep puddle that clung to my shoes, holding me down. Hugging the notepad to my chest, a shadow crossed its arms around my own and pulled back, its inky form fighting to keep me still. I stared down at the stairs, my emotionless expression melting with the rest of my body. Hands shot out of the walls and gripped my clothing in an attempt to slow me but I kept going. I still trusted her. Looking up, the steps ahead were painted with words that told me to stop or turn around, all of them commanding me. But I ignored them. I trusted Rose more than those words. As soon as I reached the top, all of those things disappeared. They all collapsed behind me as a heap of mangled thoughts, and I kept going. Her apartment door had that same message sprawled across its face. 'ARE YOU SCARED OF THE TRUTH'. Shaking my head, they melted and fell away, leaving me alone in a hallway with nothing but a decision to make. I wanted to trust Rose, but I was so scared. I wanted to love her, but she was a stranger. I gripped the handle and lowered it slowly, being stopped again by a shadowy hand that wrapped around my wrist. "SHE WILL HURT YOU AGAIN" it whispered over my shoulder, a forked tongue that made my blood run cold. Swallowing my fear, the door creaked open. I didn't know what I was expecting, but certainly not what I saw. Standing in the lounge, Rose turned to face me, a bottle of champagne in her hand. Two glasses were set down on the coffee table, both bubbling with golden, clear liquid. "Surprise" she said with a tiny grin. Raising a brow, I shut the door behind me. What was this about? "I, uh...bought this yesterday..." she said nervously, looking away. After a moment for it to sink in, the same anxiety crept under my skin. This was about my failed fertility test. She probably bought the bottle when I was preparing to meet with Mary. "Whatever happened, I wanted to have this for us, ya know?" her powerful attitude was replaced with empathy, sadness. I came up to her, but she didn't allow her hues to find mine. Standing on my toes, I pecked her cheek and she eased enough to face me. "I'm sorry" she whispered between us, apologizing for breathing the same air as me. Before she could say another word, my lips met hers briefly, saying everything in that one simple gesture. I understood, and so did she. The somber atmosphere flipped in an instant. A black and white day found its color hidden behind her smile. "I know you don't drink..." she chuckled, "...so you don't have to have some. It's okay". Her words bounced off of my grin and I nudged her aside playfully. Lifting both of the fancy glasses between my fore and middle fingers, I held the one to her with a small shrug. She just smiled and placed the bottle down on a counter top in the kitchen. "Maybe you could try chocolate Vodka next, huh?" she joked, taking the glass from my curled palm. I gave her a daunting glare and she giggled, forcing my fake expression away as I joined her. "To us...I guess" she held up her glass and I did the same. Our eyes met for a moment of silence, only to be soothed by our glasses clinking against one another. Bringing the bubbly drink to my lips, I stopped when I saw her staring at me with that stupid smile of hers. "This is a monumental occasion" she said sarcastically, "Come on, drink" she hurried me along. Shaking my head slightly, I tilted back to take a sip. The fizz tickled my tongue in a funny way and it didn't taste half bad, almost sweet under the bitterness, kinda like apple cider. Instead of giving my answer, I took another sip, downing most of the glass. Rose was still watching me and her eyes narrowed as my cheeks puffed slightly. "Don't chug it like it's some frat house beer. You're supposed to..." she was cut off by a deep kiss and a mouthful of champagne. Not skipping a beat, she wrapped her free arm around me and passionately swirled her tongue through the bubbles to find my own. The drink escaped partially from the corners of our mouths as we stopped to breath, some of it being swallowed in the process. We broke it with a shared gasp and an undeniable desire. "I don't know what I'd do without you" her fingers danced up my back, caressing my sensitive neck to hold my chin. She leaned forward and I expected another kiss, but her tongue swiped the side of my mouth, stealing a bit of champagne that was still there. I chuckled and did the same to her, turning it into a small battle of our tongues. But that quickly became something much more intimate. =XXX In a swift motion, my back was pressed against the bedroom door, hot breath moistening my ear. Her hips were against mine, grinding sensually in a heated dance. She advanced even closer and my bulge was roughly met by her jean shorts. I mewed, keeping my champagne away to the side so that it wouldn't spill during the commotion. Rose did the same and our arms entangled, the glasses tapping ever so often and sometimes dripping a drop or two. Capturing my earlobe between her lips, she bit into its flesh while I was passionately dry humped against the wobbling door. My palm stroked down her lower back, slipping its digits under her panties and squeezing a handful of her tender cheeks. Face burying in the cradle of her neck, I strained with need each time her hips would curve up and scrape along my entire length, milking another drop of dew that formed a distinctive wet patch in my pants. That familiar sensation tingled up my shaft and I started to thrust helplessly to meet her rhythm. More, I wanted more, more of that pressure and friction. Noticing my desperation, she slowed to a halt and pushed her weight onto me, making it difficult for me to move. I eventually gave up when I realized her stillness, sighing with need as I leaned into the door. My heavy breathing calmed and my heartbeat eased into its natural rhythm. "Always so quick to the gun" she joked, making me blush a deep crimson. After some waiting, her hips began to move but more gently and with deeper strokes. I tore my attention away from the pressure caressing my bulge in an attempt to prolong myself. Rolling my head, she pulled away enough for our noses to touch. Her gorgeous emerald hues glistened with love, and she must have seen the same in mine. We were lulled closer until the air was steaming between us, our lips parting to breath the other in. "I love you" she whispered heavily and I swallowed her words with a wet kiss. She bit my lip, pulling away slowly and then releasing it with a cute pop. Leaning in again, her tongue slid over my own, dominating my senses with her wet muscle. I purred for her attention, lapping softly at the powerful intruder. She was steadying her beat with every thrust, returning to that same roughness from before. Her freehand teased up my side, tickling each rib and forcing me to break with the kiss with a giggle but my breath was stolen as her fingers sunk into my chest. Not letting up for a second, she closed the last bit of distance between us and I was forced up onto my toes as her hips pushed into me. The friction burned in all the right ways, her powerful hand groping me through my bra, my mouth being assaulted by her tongue, I was helplessly pinned by sheer pleasure. My bulge throbbed, the abused shaft threatening to tear my panties. Whimpering into the kiss, my legs lost their strength, but Rose's thrusting hips were enough to keep me up and pressed to the door. Every moan was muffled and absorbed by her lustful kiss and those potent hues watched my own, savoring the blank, lewd expression that had overcome me. I wrapped my arm around her waist and squeezed as the heat coiled throughout my length. Her strong motions urged me along, ramming even harder and with more vigor, grinding so deeply that my toes curled as they were lifted from the ground. I cringed and clawed at her back, my feet planting on the sides of her legs for support as I violently bucked in the tight embrace. Finally, with a few strings of saliva connecting our lips, she broke the kiss and released my pent up pleasure. I mewed to the ceiling, my voice reaching the far corners of the room. Thrusting my hips a few times, a soggy glow seeped through my pants, moistening her tummy. She slowed her grinding with me twitching randomly against her, freely oozing my orgasm between us. Hot cream sloshed inside my panties, quickly flooding them with its thickness before finding a way through the fabric. Squirming in her hold, I kept moving my hips in a desperate attempt to enhance that strange sensation. It was like my own essence was massaging me in the tight confines, a dense lotion that caressed my length. The more I bucked, the more it crashed into my panties, overflowing the fabric until it drooled down my thighs in thick blobs. As much as I wanted to keep going, the sensitivity was already dawning on me. I whimpered as it twinged but the heat continued to rise to an unbearable degree, probably from all the harsh friction. Panting sharply, I stared down into those gorgeous emeralds. She didn't say a word, just meeting my hues with that same loving expression. Minutes passed and I was still convulsing from the sensitivity that rocked through me in waves. She gently lowered me back down, supporting me while I found my footing. The pressure ceased, her body easing into mine so that I could stand flatly with my forehead on her shoulder. I glanced down to see the damage I'd done and my cheeks burned from the sight. That orgasm was just about as powerful as it felt. A thick stream was forced through the fabric, leaving a dense white trail along my pulsing bulge. My inner-thighs were sticky and drenched, clinging to my pants awkwardly from the lewd mixture of my nectar and seed. I definitely needed a change of clothes and a good clean...and Rose already knew how she wanted to do it. She rubbed her cheek into mine as her voice was injected into my bloodstream. "I'll take of everything. Don't worry about it" she gave a naughty grin and pulled away. Breathless, eyes heavy with desire, my bulge straining in its own mess, I nodded. Pinching my hoodie's zip, she played with it while her other hand drew closer. Her champagne glass rolled over my lips and tilted slightly to allow the liquid to tickle my tongue. Assuming that she wanted me to drink, I lifted my head up to meet its brim, but the glass suddenly slipped downward. Before I could react, she pulled on my zip, creating a wide opening for her to pour the fizzing liquid down the valley of my breasts. Flinching at first, I shot my gaze down to see what she was doing, only to be stopped by her lips. She smiled into the kiss, gradually tilting the glass into my cleavage. The cold bubbles made me shiver and shift oddly from the ticklish sensation; Crackling against the tender flesh of my breasts, teasing my belly button, creeping under my clothes. As the fizz began to pop against my length, I mewed softly into her mouth. It leaked around the thick obstruction to run through my virgin slit, making my eyes flutter. The sensation was brief, much to my disappointment, as her glass was quickly emptied and her lips were removed from my own. She released the zipper, allowing my hoodie to plop against my wet shirt. God, I was a mess; Straight down my chest to the stickiness of my panties and the random droplets drooling to the floor, a blush found my cheeks. I must have looked awful with my clothes clinging to me in strange ways and my obviously ruined pants still oozing with cream. "You look delicious" her sultry voice was like a hot knife through my buttery form. Placing her palm to my tummy, pushing the sticky material against my skin, her fingers crept around me. She pulled the door's handle and I was thrown back into reality as my only support swung away. I stumbled slightly and clutched my arm as a wall of embarrassment slammed into my senses. Damn it, I needed to get my head together. But she knew exactly how to strip me down to my most simple need, leaving me blank. Watching her closely, she walked passed me to place her empty glass on the nightstand. Hooking her top, she easily removed it and threw it aside. She turned a little as she unbuttoned her front, her free breasts bouncing a little before she got her shorts to fall. Then her gaze found mine and she stood upright in only the red coverage of her panties. "Sit down... and don't look, alright?" she grinned. A Secret Revealed Ch. 05 Requiring a moment for her words to sink in, I nodded and slowly made my way to the bed. Was I allowed to? My clothes were wet, but she didn't seem to stop me. I carefully sat down, remembering that she didn't want me to see her, so I turned around and crossed my legs. My glass joined hers, still half full, and I faced the mushroom brown wall. From what I could hear, she was digging around in one of her drawers. Bulge throbbing eagerly, I shifted to try and get more comfortable. My hues blurred as I waited, rubbing my forearm as the heat warmed my cheeks. What did she have in store for us this time? I felt her fingers slither over my shoulders and a brief kiss in my hair. Applying a bit of force down on me, I followed her orders, scooting forward while I fell slowly into her arms. She lowered me to the cushy mattress, my hues swiftly locking onto those emeralds. I needed her. "Don't be scared, alright? Just, relax" she whispered quietly, filling me with anxiety and excitement. I nodded and she smiled in response, leaning down so that our lips could touch inversely. Lingering until my lungs became parched, she cupped my cheeks and withdrew, watching our saliva divide and droop against my tongue. Going down again, I prepared for another kiss but she evaded my lips and took a slow lap along my chin, flatly trailing down the hook of my sensitive neck. I threw my head back and clutched the blanket as she started her journey downward. So this is what she meant by taking care of it. Stopping by my collar, she pinched my hoodie's zip and pulled it open as she followed behind. Undoing it at the base, she let it part to expose my drenched shirt. She felt my hips sensually as her fingers hooked my shirt's frill to work it over my tummy. Realizing what she wanted, I sat up on my elbows so that she could get it off easier. Although, with my hoodie still on, she was only able to get it behind my head, all bunched up with my arms still trapped in that position. But that's exactly what she wanted. I rested my head on the stretching fabric of my shirt and watched with an aching desire as she leaned in to kiss my chest. The champagne still moist on my flesh, she took her time to lick every inch of it as she made her way down to my cleavage. The slippery flat strokes of her tongue would replace the champagne's sweetness with her own saliva, coaxing me to moan and squirm. She grinned when her nose bumped my sodden bra. Dipping in, her teeth sunk into its bridge and she tugged until my breasts were caught by a stray breeze that felt icy from the wetness. The bra strained, her mouth subtly parting as she released it, allowing the elastic material to whip me softly. Groaning, I arched up for her attention. I didn't want her to tease me like that. I just needed release. She chuckled at my whines and went back down to lap at the gathering of champagne from between my small mounds. Mushing her fingers into my bra, she squeezed some of the wetness out, roughly groping me in the process, before she suckled it from the fabric. My hips rolled with need, but she was taking her time. I guess she was right about me. When it came to sex I was always straight to the point. On the other hand, she wanted to take her time, let it last longer. So, that's what I would do. Glancing up, her own bare breasts were right above me. Forgetting my own pleasure, I awkwardly wormed up because of my tied arms, flicking my tongue at one of her delicate buds. She was taken off guard by the sensation and a soft purr escaped her lips. Lowering her chest to me, I rested more comfortably with my cheeks caving as I vigorously suckled her breast. Her tongue swirled in slow drags on my bra, drinking from it ever so often. I felt the heat leave my one cup and move to the other, smothering it with her spit and warming my supple flesh below. At the same time, I released hers with a lustful pop and a pinkish mark around her nipple, causing her to moan into my bra. Straightening my legs across the bed's length, a sigh heaved from my chest. I wanted to feel her so badly. My cock ached for her. At least the wait didn't last too long as she palmed each cup and continued upwards. Leaving butterfly kisses and wet licks behind as reminders, her lips puckered around my bellybutton and slurped the small shot of champagne. I shivered, my goosebumps tickling me from the lewd feeling. My tantalizing treat lulled her in, but she still took her time, playing with me. Sloppily dragging her tongue to the lip of my pants, she inhaled the potency of my seed. A blush burned me and I looked away. From just feeling it, I knew that I was a total mess down there. I visibly throbbed in my constraints, my bulge protruding like a caged beast. "Eve..." her breath kissed me through the fabric, "...a lot of girls would love to be like you. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you are" her voice was like hot rain that melted my tensed muscles. Her knee caved the mattress in beside my head, "Since you first showed it to me, I've wanted to know what it's like. It's impossible for me to understand...but still". She pressed the tip of her tongue to the drenched fabric and I bit my lip softly. "Please, Eve..." nuzzling against my bulge, she muffled her plea. Only then did I realize something odd hovering above me. Slowly glancing up, I was flooded with warmth at the sight. Strapped tightly to her hips, a fake phallus extended from her moistened panties. At least half the size of my own, but just as lifelike, and it seemed to match her tanned complexion almost perfectly. No, this was Rose's cock. She wanted to be like me. What a strange feeling, the weirdness of being envied by another person. My heart was lifted by a bright beam and it sung to the rest of my body. Why did such a stupid thing make me feel this way? I was overflowing with joy and I had no idea why. Damn it, Rose. Curving up, I kissed the underside of her cock, passionately lapping at it while I got used to the taste and feeling. She sat up a little to watch me, her hues glazing over with love and desire. "Yes, baby, just like that" she whispered heavily at the erotic sight. Of course she didn't actually feel it...but she did feel it. I sucked on its side gently, dragging my lips from tip to base, making it glisten with my spit. This was as new for me as it was for her, so I was a little sloppy with my inexperienced movements, but she didn't complain either. I slid to her base, slurping loudly as I positioned myself beneath it. Her flower displayed a wide, dark canvas in her panties where her arousal had made its mark. That smell, the sweet scent of her dew. Nuzzling into the drenched fabric, I breathed her in and indulged myself to her natural flavor. She gripped my thighs to support herself, moaning from the pit of her stomach. Feasting greedily on her juices, my constricted arms tried, and failed, to hold her down to my lips. I alternated between making out with the sodden cotton hiding her slit and licking along her rigid extra appendage. Her shallow breaths and trembling frame fueled my lust, her cringing fingers and rocking hips ignited my passion. I wanted her to feel the pleasure she always gave to me. Finding her dismantled senses and piecing them together in her haze, she slid her thumbs into my pants, hooking my underwear in the process. The small details were easily ignored as I ravished her on my end, but a quick tug and a cold breeze was enough to get my attention. Mewing into her panties. my cock stood achingly upright and pulsed with freedom. A thick puddle of my cream had formed all around its base, a good trail of it running through my virgin petals. Pulling my coverage even lower, she could see how the juices had coated my inner thighs with a reflective sheen. I stopped briefly, my chin wet with her essence as I watched her lean down. Our eyes met for a moment and she smiled, that naughty sparkle in her hues. Her grin parted over my tip, her breath wrapped me up in its warmth, her luscious lips waiting so agonizingly close to my pleasure, but none came. Leaning in completely, she turned her head and dodged my length. The breath that I was holding in was suddenly exhaled with a desperate moan. I felt her chuckles on my skin and she kissed around its base. "Tonight, you won't be using this" she whispered seductively against my sensitive ridges. A statement that made me throb with excitement, and yet it worried me at the same time. So she really did intend to go all the way with her new attachment. My 'masculine' virginity was already taken by her, so why did this scare me so much? It would hurt, I knew that much already, but that didn't really concern me. So why then? Cutting my thought-process short, a slippery heat lapped at my flesh in delicate motions; She licked up the thick puddles of cream, teasing me in all the right ways. Anxiously twitching under her, my tongue copied the movements of her own as I watched her enjoying the lewd act. I was going blank. Ever so often I would be treated to the feeling of her smooth cheek nudging my shaft, or her hot breath teasing its base, but nothing more. I would surely be driven insane by her. My seed had been slurped up by her wondering lips and she was soon travelling even closer to what she wanted. She crawled forward steadily while her kisses and licks only grew more lustful as she made her way passed my cock. Sucking in a sharp gasp, I bit my lip, preparing for what was to come. My creamy seed was simply icing on the cake of my petals. There was no warning. A soul-compacting touch, her tongue slithered through my pink valley, tasting the fruity virgin treat. I shuddered, my back lifting off the bed slightly. She glossed over it again, forcing her muscle against my soft folds to taste me properly. Falling limp, chest rapidly heaving, digits clasping together in their bounds, my mouth cracked to swallow air. Her lips closed over my opening and she probed me gently, cautiously exploring the tight tunnel. I tried to part my legs for her but they were also constricted at the knee by my clothes. Damn it, I wanted her even deeper. She settled with her hair draping onto the mattress and my flower being tenderly assaulted nonstop. Taking her time with me, each stroke got a bit harder, each lap a bit deeper. My hypersensitivity was already aching in my lower tummy, making me squirm instinctively to try and get away, but her firm hands held me still. God, that sensation was a blessing and a curse. Before long, my hues fluttered and rolled, the burning sensitivity proving itself too much as I twitched and bucked randomly under her. I swear that I could feel her making out with my flower, although when she dipped her tongue inside to find my own, she instead caressed my convulsing pink hole. Subtle movements of every lick were a different symphony of pleasure, deeper and more delicate laps at my core were coiling and heated waves through my being. Pinching and suckling on my nub with those sweet peels, the pressure made me writhe and the relaxation allowed me to breath. Butterfly wings danced around my opening. leaving spots of saliva where it landed to tease me. Mists of hot breath crept inside and twirled to my depths. I had no chance. The only sort of warning that I could create was a short series of mews as I thrust to meet my desire. Cringing all of my digits, my vision went dark. Not letting up for even a moment, she slid her arms under the cradle of my lower back and hugged me tightly to her body, nuzzling into my fruit with her tongue embedded in me and awaiting its hot nectar. I caved in, sucking in a final, long inhale. My body froze and numbed from chest to veins to limbs to toes. That tiny moment of paralysis was the quake before the waves. I lifted off the bed and bit my lip, but then immediately crashed back down as my orgasm pulsed through me. As much as my sensitivity tried to get out of her hold, she kept me still while I cried out and shivered through the unbearable beats of pleasure. She drank from me, her own personal treat, my hips rolling frantically for even more of that aching lust. Clawing at the blanket, my next orgasm came as an aftershock that was coaxed up my length carefully. She already knew what was about to happen and so she pulled away from my flower, strings of her spit and my nectar connecting her lips to my core in such a dirty, sexy way. I sighed as the tingles spiraled through my length and gave their warning. But before I could make even more of a mess, she closed her lips over my tip. Squirming uncontrollably, my seed oozed into her mouth slowly, the lack of stimulation making it thick but brief as she gulped it down. Cock visibly throbbing, her throat subtly convulsing, I panted with my hues rolling as spikes of sensitivity pierced me; A tantalizing descent to reality until her lips slowly parted and she swallowed. She rolled over, lifting her one leg over me so that she was no longer straddling my chest. Her emeralds met my oceans and we sat in silence. Still tied up in my own clothing, I decided to wait for her next move. "Are you okay with this?" her dominant, sultry attitude was dropped temporarily and replaced with concern. Bringing her fore and middle finger to her cock, she tenderly ran them along its top. For some reason, seeing her with the same thing as me was strangely, well, hot. It was smaller by quite a few inches and not nearly as thick, which I was more than happy about. Something like mine would seriously hurt me, so I was glad she took my comfort into consideration. I lingered with my gaze on her cock for a little longer than I wanted before I found her eyes. Her expression explained everything; My decision would be final. Whether I said yes or no, she would obey me without question. That's just the way she was. So, after a few moments of thought, I nodded. Her peels spread into a loving smile and I could hear her heart sing to mine. "I'll be gentle, okay?..." she leaned forward to cup my cheek, "...I promise I'll never hurt you again". Those pained emeralds couldn't lie to me. But I could also feel that message branded into my trust. I didn't know what to believe. Closing my eyes, I shook it away. No, this is Rose. This is the woman I love, isn't it? My insecurities were hidden behind a smile and I looked up into her eyes...those truthful, loving, comforting, sincere, eyes. She glowed a little when I returned the smile and she lowered herself to me, our lips entwining for a passionate exchange. I was hers, and she was mine, that's all that mattered. Sucking the air from my lungs, she sat upright with her own chest heaving slightly. I guess I made her feel the same way. Her fingers hooked my underwear and pants, dragging them away before they were dropped beside the bed. Finally, freedom. Instinctively stretching out my legs to feel the blanket's coldness against my bare skin, I was stopped when she wrapped a hand around my closest ankle. Understanding what she wanted, I followed her movements as she bent it towards me and got in position between my thighs. God, what a sight. As she eased her hold on me, she placed her palm next to my head while the other ran up my arm. With some struggle, we were able to work my jacket and shirt off so that I was officially free. I found her sides instantly to touch and feel her flesh that I'd been denied for too long; So smooth under my fingertips. Caressing my cheek, she trailed her knuckles further to push against the bed and prepare herself. The other dipped between her thighs and aimed the fake cock at its welcoming entry. My teeth grit when the spongy head nudged me, but she stopped immediately when she saw my fear. Her crimson hair flowing around me, her green hues glistening above my own, I released a shaky breath. I wanted this. Once I had calmed, she let her hips sink forward. My moist petals parted for her and the hardness met taut resistance as she prodded at my hole. "Don't worry. We'll take it slow, alright?" she smiled warmly, bringing me enough comfort to breath and calm myself. Adjusting slightly, our hues met and she gave a brief nod, which I eagerly returned. All doubt and fear was alleviated. I wanted her. "I love you", her words dulled the pain. She slid into me and tore my virginity. Cringing, I sunk my fingers into her hips to hold her in place, widening my legs as they curled into the blankets. Although brief, the painful twinge brought heat to my eyes, causing a few tears to brim and roll. Our hues never broke their connection. I hesitantly opened for her and she pushed deeper until our hips met, joining us in that single moment. "It gets better" she assured me, and I trusted her, but the pain didn't cease for quite some time. Nonetheless, she waited patiently for me. The warmth of my pierced womanhood was strangely comforting, as though the blood was kinda worth it in the grand scheme of things. Of course it hurt, but that pain allowed me to see Rose's loving smile more clearly than ever before. Still in slight discomfort, I crossed my legs around her thighs and worked up a smile. She tangled her fingers in my raven strands so that I could be lifted into the kiss. Sliding my palms around her, I closed the distance between us and wrapped her up in my desperation. The tender mounds of her chest were upon my own, her nails feeling my ribs, our saliva being mixed in the battle for dominance, my flower heating with passion around her cock, the pressure of her body against my erection. Pain and pleasure only separated by love. Reeling into motion, that fullness left me as she readied her first thrust. No more fear, only desire. She slid her tongue out of the kiss and cupped the back of my head more delicately. The wolf-like pierce of her gaze asked a single question that I couldn't answer with anything more than a nod. "You're mine" she purred. I bit my lip as she pierced my core steadily. If anything, she was correct about it getting better. The pain was nothing more than a lingering ache that was slowly easing into pleasure. Her hips rolled once again and that emptiness returned. Despite being smaller than my own, her cock was still big enough to fill me, and it carried its own kind of satisfaction every time it withdrew from my tightening hole. We connected and the bed shifted with us. She was so strong above me. Even at a slow pace I could feel her taking charge. My cock throbbed between our tummies as she rocked us and I couldn't hold in my whimpers any longer. Her lips crushed into mine to silence me, never losing the rhythm of her strokes. Every thrust into my sensitivity threatened to send me over the edge and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was helpless below her. Before she could even find a steady beat, I squirmed awkwardly and bucked against her stomach. Something hot brewed between us and cascaded down my sides, some managing to pool in the canyon of our mashing beasts. She slowed her movements and broke the kiss with a confused expression. I lay with a heaving chest and a lewd blankness across my features, savoring the afterglow and warmth. "Did you just..." she glanced down to see my creamy seed slathering our bodies. Unable to respond, my cheeks lit up a bright pink and I tore my gaze to the side. I guess I was more sensitive than I thought. Once she realized what had happened, she giggled and planted a wet kiss on my temple. "So cute" her fingers danced up my ribs to pinch my chin gently. Slowly turning me to face her, our hues locked in a deep exchange. Without another word, she captured my breath and molded her lips against my own. Her back arched and curved, sliding her cock from base to tip, massaging my drooling flower. Its nectar lulling her to penetrate deeper and pouring my arousal with each thrust. My cock remained rigid and pulsing between us, greedily awaiting its next release. After my first orgasm, my sensitivity seemed to dull, although still more than enough to send unbearable spikes through me. I was able to contain myself this time and truly enjoy the simple pleasures. Toes curling against her thighs, fingers cringing into her back, my moans were met by her own between each kiss. She was soon driving into me with enough force to sway the entire bed and I was in absolute bliss. The steel frame would scrape and smack the wall every time her powerful hips clapped into my own, and her muscles would tense and reveal themselves under her soft skin. I must have forgotten who I was dealing with.