Skinny Dipping

Rachel chewed on her fingernails, pacing up and down the dock. She knew it was a bit silly to be so worked up over this simple meeting. Chad had been a friend of hers years ago... more or less. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say they'd been acquaintances. Back then, Rachel had been preoccupied with other people and activities to really pay a whole lot of attention to Chad - although, she did recall he had always been there when she really needed a friend. Twenty years later, this was still true.

She'd called him out of the blue, needing that friendship. And he'd agreed to meet with her. They chose a lake, half-way between their locations. But now, standing on the dock, the cool air causing her light skirt to whisper over her slender calves, she wandered if she should have contacted him.

"Rach..."

The sound of his voice started her and she spun around.

"Chad!" She was a bit surprised he actually showed up. She hadn't been sure.

Chad smiled softly at her, moving closer to pull her into a hug. Before he could pull her against him, the nearly concealed bruise on her cheek caught his attention.

"Rachel?" His fingers brushed softly over the mark, "What's going on?"

Rachel swallowed, moving away from his touch. "Nothing..." She saw the concern flash in his eyes. "Please, hon. I... I"m not ready to talk about it..."

She could tell he didn't want to simply let it go, but eventually he smiled at her again and nodded. He pulled her against him.

Rachel hugged him back, her arms wrapping around him. God it felt good to feel his arms around her. How long had she secretly fantasized about this? How long had she longed to feel his arms around her? She let her fingers slide over his back, her breath uneven.

Chad hesitantly pulled himself away from her, placing a tender kiss on her bruised cheek, his hands holding her upper arms as he gazed into her eyes.

A deep bark shattered the spell surrounding them and Rachel shrieked, losing her balance. Instinctively, she reached for Chad, pulling him into the lake with her, the cold water a quick shock to her system. She came up from the water, sputtering, still holding on to Chad. Together, they laughed, treading water. Chad, still laughing, puller Rachel against him, and lowered his lips to her. The kiss was lighthearted, momentarily. Suddenly, it turned more serious, and deeper. His tongue slipped between her lips, dancing against her tongue.

Rachel's hand slipped around his shoulders as she returned his kiss. She'd never felt such a sudden and strong desire inside her. She pulled away, and, while focusing on his gaze, she smiled softly, reaching down to the hem of her shirt, sliding it over her head and throwing it onto the dock. She grabbed Chad's hand, guiding it down her neck and collar bone, down to her breast. Her nipples hardened immediately, loving the feel of him against her. He bent down his head, kissing along her jaw, and lower. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him, grinding against his need.

Rachel groaned low in her throat as he pushed his need against her. Oh God, she'd never wanted someone in this way.

Chad moved his lips expertly over the blonde, lapping up the water droplets on her. His hand slid between them, moving up her leg, to the waistband. As he slid a finger under her skirt, brushing against her pantiless self, she groaned. Her soft groan switched to a desperate whimper has he slid a finger inside her. Rachel bucked against his hand, rocking against him,

With his free hand, Chad pulled his own shirt over his shoulders, then pulled Rachel close again. The feel of his rough chest against her sensitive, hungry nipples caused her to whimper. "Chad?"

Chad simply looked deep into her eyes as she slid his hands to the waistband of her skirt. He slipped the thin skirt over her legs and she slid out of it, smiling nervously as he tossed the fabric onto the dock.  She licked a water drop off his neck, up to his ear, as she unbuttoned his jeans. She slipped one hand inside the fabric, and immediately discovered that the cold water had no negative consequence on his anatomy. they both groaned as her fingers wrapped around his hard cock, rocking her smooth, shaved, body against his thigh. The denim was rough against her, exciting her even more. She could feel the pressure starting to build, even from this small amount of contact.

"I need you inside me!" Rachel exclaimed, then suddenly turned red, pulling back from him. "I mean... I'm sorr..."

Chad put his finger over her lips. "I need to be inside you." He whispered, pushing the wet jeans off himself, his gaze never leaving her lust-filled eyes. Her hips bucked against his touch as he slipped a finger over her need, reveling in how wet she was. He pushed his finger into her, holding her as she rocked against him. He slid another finger inside, still watching her. As the pressure built inside her from the expertly delivered thrusts of his fingers inside her, she gripped him tighter, stoking him....

Confession

I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't want you this way. I know this. And yet, time and again my thoughts turn lustful when I think of you.

I can't stop imagining you touching me, your tongue flicking against my taut nipples, your fingers gliding over my stomach, finding the spot which is in a constant state of aching wetness.

I can't stop imagining dropping to my knees, freeing you from your jeans, feeling you pulse against my lips as I take you deep inside my hungry mouth. I want to taste you. I want to feel you cum, feel it hit the back of my throat as I drink from you.

I imagine you pushing me roughly against the wall, forcing yourself inside my aching desire, thrusting deep, your breath hot and heavy against my neck. Your fingers probe in that taboo location, filling me, making me scream.

God help me, but the things I would let you do to me are numerous. And ever so wrong.

Even now as I confess, my fingers slip beneath my skirt to touch myself, to try to relieve this ache. But it is your fingers I am imagining... First one, two, then a third, slipping inside me. It is your tongue I imagine flicking against that sensitive spot as I rub it desperately. It is you bringing me closer and closer to release.

Do you feel it to, I wonder? Do you find yourself lost in these same thoughts? Do you fight to keep yourself from throbbing in passionate need when you think of me? Do you give in to the desire, touching yourself while imagining it's me touching you?

What do you think of when you think of me? What would you do to me? With me? What is your confession?

Fire and Ice

Absynthe Trinowski sighed, her shoulders slumped as she filled her coffee. It wasn’t that she disliked Bible Study. She just disliked Bible Study with this group of women. They were a very judgmental sort. If it hadn’t been her turn to serve coffee and treats, she would have skipped the study all together – as she did most weeks. She turned to join the other women, pasting a smile on her face.

Just as she settled into her seat, Pastor Thomas Kincaid stepped into the fellowship hall. This was unexpected. Sally, one of the elderly women of the congregation, was supposed to lead the study. Pastor Thomas had only recently been installed as the pastor, and Syn didn’t think he was taking over the group already. Not that she had a problem with it – at least it would give her something to concentrate on.

After the customary introductions, and a bit of small talk, Pastor Thomas instructed the women to open their Bibles. As the Pastor read a few select verses, Syn found her eyes secretly looking him over. He was probably a good fifteen years her senior, but fit. She could tell he took care of his body. His hair had a few grey streaks, but she liked that. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair.

“Absynthe?” the voice of one of the ladies pulled Syn from her thoughts.

“I’m sorry…”

Sally shook her head in disapproval. “It’s your turn to read.”

The pastor leaned over and pointed to where they were at in the study guide. Syn gave him a small apologetic smile and started reading. She realized after the first sentence that this week’s lesson was about sexual sin. She felt a blush creep up her neck as she read about masturbation, oral and anal sex, and other sexual acts. She could feel Thomas’ eyes watching her closely. She read quickly, stopping when the pastor requested.

He thanked her, then asked the next woman to continue the reading. Syn tried to keep her eyes on the reading, but the heat of his stare kept pulling her eyes towards him. She startled as she recognized the fire in her was mirrored in his eyes. She bit her lip nervously, putting her trembling hands in her lap. Thomas reached across her lap, his hand hidden from the view of everyone else, and placed it over her folded ones, squeezing softly.

Absynthe breathed a sigh of relief as the last woman left the church. The pastor had left with a few of the women, so Syn was alone as she began cleaning up.

“Any coffee left?”

Thomas’ voice startled Syn and she dropped the pitcher of ice water on the counter. He laughed, and came around to the kitchen to help her wipe up the mess. Syn stumbled as he accidentally brushed against her. He reached out instinctively to help her, an ice cube still in his hand. She shivered at the combination of warmth and ice against her bare skin. Her eyes locked with his.

As if his hand a mind of its own, it slowly caressed the ice cube up and down the sensitive flesh, gazing down at the short, blonde woman. Syn took a step closer to him, her lower lip quivering. As the ice disappeared, he reached behind him, grabbing another cube. This one he brought to her neck, gliding it over her, drops of water sliding down to her collar bone. Thomas leaned in, lapping up the water. The heat of his tongue brought a whimper from her lips. Her whimper caused him to move the ice lower, sliding it over the swell of her breasts. His other hand slowly pulled the spaghetti straps down her shoulders, and pushed the material down, freeing her breasts from the built in bra of her shirt. Her whimper came on shaky breath as Thomas slid the ice over a nipple, watching it grow taut, torturing her until she could barely stand.

“Please,” she whispered desperately, gazing drunkenly into his eyes. He smiled, lowering his head, taking her nipple into the heat of his mouth, warming it. She cried out, falling into him. She was no longer in control of her actions, her body acting on instinct, her hands sliding under his shirt, her nails raking over his chest.

Thomas cupped her rear, still sucking on her breast as he lifted her onto the counter, pulling her skirt up. He reached around and found another ice cube, pulling away from her to watch her gaze yet again as he slowly slid the black lace panties to the side. He slid the frozen cube over her slit causing her to squirm and moan. He held it against her hard sensitive nub, a smile playing on his lips as she bucked against the ice cube. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was painful, yet she could feel the pleasure building inside. Each breath that escaped her lips was a whimper, a plea. Thomas finally answered that plea, leaning close to her, his breath against her frozen need. His tongue flicked against the nub and she cried out, thrusting against the heat of him. He licked again, wrapping his lips around her swollen flesh.

Syn gripped his shoulders, leaning back to give him better access, her hips raising off the counter and pressing against his burning tongue. Thomas chuckled, pulling away, replacing the heat with the frigid ice again. Syn cried, tears of desperation slipping down her cheek. Her hips rocked against the ice as he pressed it just slightly inside her, then brought his lips down on her against. The battle of heat and cold both acting on her at the same time was too much. Syn screamed, cumming hard as he darted his tongue into her, tasting her.

Lost in Thought

I reread the email you sent. It was probably the dozenth time, or more, that I'd read your words. And just as the first eleven times, I felt a sudden warmth begin to pool between my legs. It wasn't even that you'd written anything remotely deserving of this sharp desire. And yet there it was.

I tried to shake it off, which is how I ended up in this bath, bubbles covering me as the hot water engulfed me. I thought that maybe a little relaxation would ease the ache inside me.

I slid my fingers over my stomach, up to my breasts. My nipples were already hard just from remembering your gentle words. I slid my thumbs over the taut tips, sighing softly as I sank lower into the tub. I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, wishing I could feel your teeth softly nibbling.

Continuing to let my fingers on one hand play with first one hard nipple, then the next, I allowed my other hand to slide back down my stomach. I could still hear your voice whisper that I'm loved. My hand moved lower. I could still feel your eyes gazing deeply into mine. My hand caressed over my need. I trembled at the contact. While I knew it wasn't your touch, and wished desperately that it could have been, just the slightest touch from my own hand had me writhing, craving more.

I could feel how hot and wet I was, and let my fingers massage back and forth over that moist heat for a few moments. I stopped every now and then to circle my fingers over my hardening clit. Each time I connected with it, i bucked a little, splashing water around me. My eyes closed, my thoughts centered solely on you, imagining it was your fingers, your touch, your lips caressing me. My finger slipped inside me, then another, probing the heat. I rocked against my hand, desperate for release. The fingers of my other hand tightened over the nipple, squeezing it harder, pain radiating through me, but turning instantly to pleasure.

It wasn't enough. God it wasn't enough. I needed more. Anxiously, I reached over the tub, finding a small shampoo bottle. It wasn't you. It wasn't what I wanted. But it was more than my fingers could provide. Without another thought, I pressed the bottle to my wetness, caressing it over my slit, closing my eyes again to the feel. I again let myself remember your voice, the way you used to hold me, and I quickly buried the bottle inside me, whimpering aloud as I imagined it you buried deep....

Beware the Seductress

Joseph closed his eyes for a brief moment, pausing in the middle of the sermon to mentally say a quick prayer for strength. When he reopened his eyes, he made sure to keep his focus on the back of the congregation. Luckily, the people were used to his dramatic pauses during his sermons, so they thought nothing of this one. Unluckily, Joseph was finding that keeping his attention away from the front pew was more difficult than he anticipated. He watched the petite red-head slowly slide her tongue across her top lip, and silently prayed he wouldn't have to drop the Bible he held to the front of his slacks.

Eden smiled demurely at the pastor. She knew the affect she was having on him. She did this to the poor man every Sunday. And after getting him worked up to the point where he could barely hide it, she would sneak out the side door. They never spoke to each other. She slowly slid her hand to the collar of her blouse, deftly unbuttoning the top button, then the next...

Joseph cleared his throat, dropping the Bible lower, and rushing to finish the last of the sermon. Dear God what was he thinking to allow himself to be tempted - in church no less? And what was she thinking to be tempting him in such a way? The service continued, rushed along by Joseph. By the time they got to the closing hymn, he was wishing they could have skipped the hymn all together. Especially as he let his eyes wander to the lovely woman in that front pew.

Eden pulled her skirt up a bit more, showing off a good deal of thigh. She squirmed in the pew, teasing the minister was turning her on - and as she watched him lower the hymnal, she knew she wasn't going to sneak out this time. She'd finally succeeded in seducing him to the point where it was physically evident. She watched as everyone filtered out of the sanctuary, each stopping to shake hands with Pastor Joseph. Joseph kept looking towards her, until the crowd got too thick and she was hidden from his view. As soon as the acolyte left, Eden slipped unnoticed into the sacristy. It wasn't a very large room, but it was private, had locks, and - more importantly - she knew the pastor would have to come into the little room. She unbuttoned another button, the red lace peeking over the buttons of her blouse, and sat on the chair to wait for him.

Joseph removed his stole and cincture, hanging them up. As he took off his robe, he jumped a bit as he realized he wasn't alone.

"Um... " he swallowed a few times, trying to find his voice. "Can I help you?"

Eden simply smiled, walked over to the door to close and lock it, then turned back to the man. "Oh, I have a feeling you can..."

Joseph swallowed again. "I don't think we've officially met...?" He silently chastised himself for his trembling hand as he offered it to her. Her hands were soft and warm as she wrapped her fingers around his.

"Eden." Even the simple way she stated her name made Joseph's body react. He definitely wanted to explore her garden. He groaned inwardly at his play on her name.

Common sense and the realization he was a man of God, and was in God's house, seemed to disappear as she stepped closer to him. He could feel the heat radiating off her. He could hear her breath - the shakiness of it betraying her false confidence. That shakiness was his undoing. He knew she was uncomfortable, and yet desired him.

"What can I do for you, Eden?" He whispered, his hand still enveloped in hers.

"I was hoping you could help... I have this... emptiness...?" there was a definite fire in her eyes, but also a hesitancy. He started to realize that his little seductress didn't usually do this. He should be curious, and perhaps worried, that she was seducing him, but he brushed off the thought.

"Just where is this emptiness?" 

Still holding his hand in hers, she led it to her chest, pressing his fingers against her breast. He could feel her hardening nipple beneath the fabric, and lightly caressed his thumb over it. She let out a small whimper at his touch, a whimper that caused him to grow hard instantly. He brought his other hand to her cheek, lightly caressing.

"Any where else?" He gazed deep into her uncertain eyes. She bit her lip as she took his hand again, slowly sliding it down her stomach, over her hip. She paused.

"I... " Eden took a step back, releasing his hand, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." She turned quickly, her hand just making it to the doorknob when Joseph reached out for her.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." He pushed her up against the door, claiming her trembling lips with his own, his hand slipping under her skirt. "Is this the other place?" his husky whisper and the heat of his hand made her melt. She rocked her hips against the heat, desperately needing his touch....

The Adviser (pt 2)

Wayne pulled her up from the chair until Jezebel was standing in front of him. She was a tiny little thing, he thought, as he leaned down to kiss her. He could taste himself on her lips, but ignored that fact as he let his hands slip beneath her shirt. She let out a whimper as his hands slid over the lace covering her breasts, the same small noise she'd made when she'd been sucking him off. He just came not three minutes ago, but just the reminder of her lips around his cock, the way those bright blue eyes gazed up at him, the sound and feel of her moaning around him... it was all enough to get him instantly hard again.

By the time he pulled away from the kiss, he'd managed to maneuver them so she was now the one leaning against the desk. He smiled tenderly down at her, lightly resting the palm of his hand against her cheek for a brief moment. Then he turned her around, nestling her rear against his crotch. He slid one hand over her bare thigh, letting it slowly move up under her short skirt, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"I want to bury myself in you." His voice was husky, and whether it was his words or his fingers toying with her, she got even wetter. Wayne hadn't thought that possible when he first felt her. He also didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder, and yet, he did.

Wayne grabbed her hands, placing them palms down on the desk. He caressed her small rear, moving the flimsy fabric of the skirt up, exposing her pale flesh.

He knew she'd been lying - that she hadn't been attracted to him. He knew she was doing this just because she could. Her other adviser, the one who quit the university, may not have seen who she really was, but he wasn't stupid. On the other hand, he really didn't care. Whatever her motives for being there, she was still there. Her ass was still exposed, waiting for his touch.

She jumped, crying out as he brought his hand down on that pale flesh. She turned her head to look at him in surprise. Wayne smoothed his hand over blushing skin, watching her eyes. He leaned down close to her. "If you don't want this, tell me now..."

Jez shook her head at his whispered words. "Please... I want this..."

She muffled her cry as his hand came down again, harder this time. And again. And again. He stopped for a moment, rubbing his hand over her again, her flesh growing deep pink and warm. He dipped his fingers between her legs. She was nearly dripping. He slipped his fingers inside her, smiling to himself as she bucked against his touch. Removing his fingers, he slid them back, over that sweet tight hole, wondering if anyone had ever taken that innocence away from her. He slid some of the wetness over it before slipping his finger inside.

God, she was so tight.  Her muscles clamped around his finger immediately, her hips bucking against the invasion.

"Like I said, baby, if you don't want this..."

Her breathing was fast and erratic as she struggled to find her voice. "Please....please Professor..."

"Please what, darling?"

"Please fuck me in the ass..." Jezebel instantly turned a bright red as she said the words, turning to hide her face. Wayne stopped her, turning her face back towards his and kissing her hard and deep as he slid his cock between her legs, letting her wetness coat him. He guided his shaft up to where his finger had been. He held onto her hips. With one hard, sure stroke, he filled her. She screamed, her body tightening at the sudden invasion, tears filling her eyes.

Satisfaction filled him as he held himself deep inside her, giving her body a chance to adjust to him. He reached down and smoothed her hair back from her face, wiping her tears away with his finger. "You ok?"

Jez nodded, starting to rock her hips. Wayne leaned down and kissed her again, then started to pull himself from her, only to thrust back in just as he was nearly out of her. Each thrust back into her tightness was met with a cry from Jez. And each cry from Jez made Wayne want to fuck her harder. And he did, abusing her had-been-virginal ass. He wrapped his arm around her, his fingers seeking her clit. The moment he found it, the second his fingers caressed the hard nub, Jez screamed again, her body tightening and shaking as she came hard. The feel of her muscles squeezing Wayne's cock was all it took and with a groan and a couple very hard, very deep, thrusts, he came inside her.

He held himself inside her, and held her, as they both tried to regain control of their breathing.

"So," he whispered to her, "want me to be your adviser again?"

The Adviser

"Professor." The young blonde gave a nod of acknowledgment with a customary smile that went no deeper than her lips.

"Jezebel." Professor Wayne Branson returned the curt greeting. An uncomfortable silence continued for a several moment.

Jez looked around the room, trying to come up with an escape route. She began to feel a little hopeful as she watched Linda coming nearer.

"Professor! Jez! Could the two of you please help?"

Jez' shoulders fell, hope dissipating. But, she pasted on a smile and asked how she could help.

"I have a class I have to get to, but still need 500 flyers printed and folded before the rally tonight!"

Jez could sense Linda's desperation, and the older woman had helped her out many times in the past - there was no way she could say no. She nodded in agreement. "Don't worry about it. I'll make sure they're ready for tonight."

Linda gave her a quick hug and then turned her attention to Wayne. He shrugged but nodded. "I can assist as well," he finally said aloud. Jez hoped her disappointment wasn't too evident.

Linda thanked them both excitedly, gave them a quick run-down of what needed to be done, and ran off to class, leaving them alone in the large classroom. Jez glanced at Wayne, then sauntered over to the adjacent office to check on the copy machine. When she returned, Wayne still stood where she'd left him. She mentally shook her head, then sat at the large desk in the front of the room and began folding flyers.

Wayne finally pulled up a chair and joined her, seating himself across the desk from her.

"So, regretting switching advisers?" He broke the silence. "Considering you no longer have one?"

Jez gave a small smile at his little dig. "It does suck that Professor Nos left," she agreed. When she'd first started attending the university, Wayne had been her adviser. After a year of just not getting along with him, and feeling uncomfortable around him, she officially switched her adviser to Joshua Nos - a younger, more easy going professor. Joshua was easier to talk to, easier to understand, and definitely easier on the eyes - not that Jezebel went for looks, or for professors, but she did quickly develop an attraction to the man. But, shortly after he became her new adviser, he left the university.

"Yes, well," Wayne began with a cold steady voice, "I suppose this is what happens when you allow your hormones to dictate your actions."

Jez' head shot up, her eyes glaring into his. "And just what do you mean by that?"

"You changed advisers because you were attracted to Professor Nos."

Jez shook her head. She couldn't believe this arrogant man could actually be accusing her of that. Not that it wasn't true, but she sure as hell didn't need to hear it from Professor Branson. Her mind worked quickly - she wasn't going to let this man get the upper hand.

"Did you ever consider that Professor Nos wasn't the professor I was attracted to?" She gave a small smile, lowering her head.

Wayne gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Well...I... um..." Jez stumbled over her words. She nibbled on her lower lip for a brief moment, her eyes quickly glancing into this, than looking away nervously. "Maybe I felt it best to switch to an adviser whom I was not attracted to..." She went back to biting her lower lip.

"You mean...?" At Wayne's half asked question, and confused look, Jez shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to get you into trouble." Jez spoke quickly and anxiously, rising from the desk. She moved to leave the room.

Wayne rose quickly, hesitantly taking a gentle hold on her arm. He looked quickly around the room, then moved towards his office, leading Jezebel.

"Now you can say what you need," he explained gently. "No one will just wander in here." He offered her a chair, gesturing for her to be seated, then rested on the edge of the desk in front of her.

Jez offered him a shy smile. "Thank you." 

"I'm sorry for being rude in there." His voice was tender and apologetic. "I just thought..."

She brushed her hair away from her face and looked up at him. "There's nothing to apologize for..." she nibbled on her lower lip again, then reached out towards him, taking his hand in hers. "I should be the one apologizing." her fingers moved lightly against his, her thumb caressing his flesh. She heard his breath grow shaky and reached out with her free hand, brushing it against his thigh.

"There's nothing for you to apologize for, either." His voice was little more than a deep whisper as he kept his gaze on her, watching her nibble her lower lip nervously, watching the look of innocence twinkling in her eyes. Her movements were hesitant as she slid her hands up to his waist, slowly unbuttoning his slacks. Wayne didn't stop her. Instead, he snaked out his hand and lightly caressed her cheek.

She slid his slacks down just a few inches, then slipped her fingers inside. She let out a small moan at the same time he did as she felt how hard he was.

"Oh darling," he managed to mutter as her fingers wrapped around him, freeing him from his pants. She looked up into his eyes again, smiling softly, watching his reaction as she flicked her tongue out against the tip of his cock.

Fire burned in his eyes, his hips involuntarily thrusting towards the heat of her tongue as it connected with him. Jezebel smiled secretly, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth. She whimpered, slowly sucking on the massive hard shaft. She hadn't anticipated him being so large. This may have started as just a desire to get the arrogant jerk to be shut up and leave her alone, but she was suddenly getting very into the charade. She squirmed in the chair as she struggled to take him deeper into her mouth. God she was so wet. She wanted to feel him inside her.

The thought both startled and frightened her. She shook off the thoughts and fears and went back to work on him. She wrapped her fingers around the base, the part she couldn't fit into her mouth, and stroked quickly. Her tongue swirled around his girth before she started sucking again, pulling him almost from her lips, then quickly sucking him back in. She let out a groan with each thrust.

She could feel him getting closer to release as he gripped her shoulders tightly, his hips thrusting against her face.

"That's it baby!" he uttered, his hand going behind her head to hold her steady as he thrust himself deep into her mouth. The hot thick liquid hit the back of her throat as he came hard. She continued sucking, taking him as deep as she could, drinking down his seed, tasting him.

When he finally pulled himself from the heat of her mouth, he slipped a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She blushed and tried to look away.

"So now," he offered with shaking breath, "It's your turn."

Welcome Home (pt 2)

(Note: If you haven't already done so... read part 1 first...)

A knock on the open bedroom door brought Nathaniel’s head up. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I couldn’t.” Elizabeth watched him sitting cross-legged on the bed. “May I come in, please?” When Nathaniel nodded, Elizabeth entered the room, joining him on the bed.

She watched as he massaged his thumb over the top of a little wooden box.  “You kept it?” she asked the obvious question. As a going away gift a few years ago, Elizabeth had given Nathaniel a wish box – a small box in which wishes could be written down and placed inside. Her chest tightened as she realized he had not only kept the box, but kept it close to him.

Nathaniel nodded, and opened the box. He removed the top piece of paper and handed it to her silently. Elizabeth read it. “I wish she wouldn’t leave.” 

Elizabeth let a tear fall as she turned his head towards hers.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

Nathaniel didn't look at her, but she could see the doubt on his face. Her shoulders slumped. She may be upset with him still for leaving her three years ago, but she didn't mean to hurt him now. Especially when she considered the fact that he hadn't meant to hurt her by leaving - she knew that. He was doing what was best for him and his fiancee at the time. "I'm sorry for trying to walk out." She paused, slipping off the bed to kneel in front of him, her hands on his knees. "I got scared, and well, you know how good I am at running." 

"Scared of what?" He watched her as she'd meet his gaze, then lower her eyes, then bring them up again. She was definitely nervous.

She took a deep breath before answering. "I have never had a simple kiss affect me like that. I felt..." she shook her head, trying to get the words to come out right without sounding like she was some innocent teenager. "...I felt that kiss in my heart and soul, not to mention um..." She felt her face get warm.

Nathaniel chuckled. He slipped his finger under her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his again. "There was nothing simple about that kiss, for me either," he admitted, staring deep into her emotion-filled blue eyes.

Elizabeth moistened her lips with her tongue as she watched the fire dance in his eyes. Desire, fear, maybe a little sorrow, all seemed to fight for control in his gaze, emotions which she was sure he could see reflected in her eyes. He leaned down, kissing her lightly, his lips barely moving over hers. She raised herself up on her knees, bridging the gap between them, her hands still on his knees, slowly moving up his thighs.

Nathaniel uncrossed his legs, placing them on either side of her. He let his one hand slip from under her chin to behind her neck, holding her against his kiss. His kiss stayed tender, teasing, as his other hand caressed up her arm. She tried to deepen the kiss, bringing one hand to the back of his head to pull him closer. He resisted, his tongue lightly tracing her lips, but not yet slipping between them. When she whimpered, he pulled away, his breath shaky as he placed a small kiss upon her forehead.

With a little coaxing, he helped her move back onto the bed, next to him, his hand caressing her cheek softly. "Definitely nothing simple about it," he whispered, his gaze holding hers again. He kissed her again, this time harder, hungrier, as he laid her back on the bed. Still caressing her cheek, he let his other hand slip under her shirt, the touch of this warm hands on her flesh bringing forth another whimper.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his back, slipping her hands under his sweater, her fingers exploring each muscle, each inch of his back, squirming beneath him as his fingers traced over her ribs. He moved his lips from hers, kissing across her jaw, nipping lightly at her flesh, then moving down her neck. His fingers slid upwards, brushing over the underside of her lace bra.

She moved her hands to his chest, pushing him slightly off her. Raising himself off her, he gazed at her questioningly. Nibbling on her lower lip, she smiled and grabbed the hem of his sweater, pulling it up. He smiled back into her eyes, removing his sweater, then helping her out of hers.

"Wow," he whispered, his eyes roaming over her slender body, the soft pink lace covering her breasts, the pale tone stomach. She blushed, his gaze fueling her desire as much as his touch had. He traced one finger from the hollow of her neck, between her breasts, over her belly. He leaned closer to her. She shivered as she felt his hot breath on her neck, arching her head back as she felt his lips begin to follow the path his finger had just taken. Her arms wrapped around his back again, her fingers pressing into his shoulders as his kiss reached her belly button, his tongue swirling around it. Her hips raised to his.

"Nate, please?" her voice was barely a whisper.

Nathaniel kissed back up her stomach and chest, kissing her lips again slowly, all too briefly. He laid his forehead against hers, trying to calm his breathing. Lifting his head, he kissed her forehead then smiled softly, caressing her cheek. "I'm not sure this is a good idea right now." Uncertainty laced his voice.

Elizabeth sighed. "I know," she admitted hesitantly, "but damn I want you."

Nathaniel chuckled, "I know." She grinned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss him again.

Welcome Back (pt 1)

Elizabeth peeked out into the dark. Curiosity had taken over her senses when a friend had called to inform her there were lights on in the house next door. As she peered through the window, she confirmed what her friend had told her - there were indeed lights on. She heard a car door, watching and waiting, her hand lowering the curtain slightly, lessening the gap she could look through. She didn't want anyone to see her spying.  She watched the silhouette move closer to the porch light. As soon as he was visible to Elizabeth, she simultaneously gasped, dropped the curtain completely, and jumped away from the window. Nathaniel.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she crept up to the window, carefully peeking through the gap between the curtains. Five years earlier, Nathaniel had moved to her neighborhood and worked as a contracted employee in the same company she worked for. The two of them had quickly become good friends. She'd been married at the time, and he had been engaged. And, because they both had love in their lives, they never considered themselves anything more than good friends. But even this was startling for Elizabeth, who had a difficult time trusting or caring about anyone. Years of abuse as a child had made her very hesitant about letting herself open up to others.

Three years ago, Nathaniel called her up and informed her that he was leaving - he was transferring to another company, on the opposite end of the US. Elizabeth had been hurt and angry, and had decided to cut him off from her life. Every letter he sent was tossed, unopened, into a box in the closet. Every email was pulled over into a new folder and was left unread. Every call was left unanswered; every text saved but not replied to. After a few months, Nathaniel had stopped trying to reach her. And now, here he was, in a house just 30 feet from hers.

She continued to watch out the window, wrapped up in her thoughts. Suddenly, she saw him fall, dropping the boxes he had been carrying. Part of her wanted to go help him, but there was still some bitterness. Then she saw him struggle to stand, favoring his left leg. She sighed, took a deep breath, and slipped on her shoes.

"Need some help?"

Nathaniel stilled as he heard her voice. Elizabeth watched his shoulders move up slowly, then down again, as he took a deep breath.

“Lizzy,” Nathaniel slowly turned around to face the petite woman.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. “You remember.” Only a trace of bitterness could be detected as she tried to lace the statement with sarcastic surprise. She picked up the boxes from the porch and opened the door, holding it with her shoulder. “Where do you want these?”

“You don’t have to…”

“Where do you want these, Nate?”

Nathaniel glared at Elizabeth for a moment, then let his shoulders relax. Pointing towards the far wall he finally replied, “Over by the other boxes.” Elizabeth nodded in confirmation and headed into the house, letting the door swing shut just as Nathaniel was about to walk through the doorway.

“Why are you here?” Elizabeth asked him when he finally made it into the house, still limping. She pointed towards the chair closest to him, “Sit.”

Obeying, Nathaniel settled into the chair before answering. “ISSA asked me to come back. Things aren’t working out in California, so since ISSA still had this house available, and a position available, here I am.”

“I see.” Elizabeth had removed his shoe and sock and was examining his foot. “Do you have an ice pack?”

Nathaniel shook his head. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He pulled his foot out of Elizabeth’s hands. “I haven’t quit in Cali yet; and I haven’t accepted ISSA’s offer.” He paused, assessing the look in Elizabeth’s face. “If you have a problem with me coming back…”

“Why would I care?” Elizabeth stood up, and didn’t wait for an answer. “Do you still have boxes in the car that need to be brought in?”

Nathaniel stood as well, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Maybe you don’t care, but I do.”  Elizabeth lowered her gaze, stepping back from him slightly. He dropped his hands. “And yes, there is more to be brought in, but you don’t have to concern yourself with it.”

“So, where is Kathy?” Elizabeth changed the subject, heading towards the door.

“She left me.”

Elizabeth stopped in the doorway, turning to face him again. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she offered, then walked out the door, returning a few moments later with more boxes.

Nathaniel met her at the door, opening it for her. “And what about Erik? Won’t he get upset with you being over here in the middle of the night?”

Adding the boxes to the growing pile against the wall, she turned and faced Nathaniel. “He’s dead.” She paused. “And, it’s only seven in the evening. I’d hardly call that the middle of the night.”

As she tried to go outside to bring more boxes into the house, Nathaniel grabbed her arm. She pulled away, backing away from him. “What do you mean, he’s dead?”

“I’d have thought it was self-explanatory. He’s dead. Gone. Passed on.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “Two years ago, he had a heart attack,” she explained.

Nathaniel reached out for her again, placing both hands on her shoulders. She didn’t fight this time. “Why didn’t you call me, Lizzy?”

“Why did you leave me, Nate?”

Nathaniel considered the question for a brief moment, then instead pulled the short slender woman closer to him, one hand sliding around behind her neck. She gazed up into his eyes with surprise, and was overcome with a slow heat, and a growing attraction. He lowered his head, his eyes still trained on hers as he lightly met her lips with his own.

A tremor flowed through Elizabeth as she took a step backward, gazing up into his intense dark eyes. She brought her hand up to the scruffy cheek, letting it rest there. A few years ago she remembered telling him how much she liked the short scruffy beard he had. That had been an understatement, she now realized. He looked sexy as hell with the beard, and the dark eyes that could see straight through her soul. His gaze made her feel as if he were actually touching her.

Slipping her hand behind his head, she pulled him back down to her lips again, this time parting them slightly, darting her tongue against his lips, her soft whimper coaxing him to part his lips also, giving her tongue access to explore. A groan escaped from deep in his throat as he kissed her harder, his own tongue slipping into the heat of her mouth, dancing against hers.

His other hand slid from behind her back, moving up her side, his thumb brushing over the underside of her breast. Elizabeth reacted by pressing her hips closer to Nathaniel as she whimpered into his kiss. His kiss could almost make her forget that he’d left her – that he hadn’t been here for her when she most needed him. Almost.

Dazed, Elizabeth pulled back from his embrace, dropping her hands from around him. She brought her hand up to her lips briefly, missing the feel of his.

“I… I have to go.” Elizabeth stuttered, turning to leave.

“Why do you always have to run away?” Nathaniel grabbed her elbow roughly, trying to stop her from leaving.

Elizabeth spun around to face him again, pulling her arm from his grasp, tears threatening to spill. She couldn’t find the words she wanted to say. “I’m sorry,” she managed to mutter.

Nathaniel shook his head. “Fine. Running is what you do best. Get out.” With that, he stormed off into his bedroom.

….. to be continued….