He kissed me, speculatively at first. His lips felt wet, and warm. I wasn't sure if I liked it, or didn't.. Then he kissed me again, and this time he lingered...

His lips tasted like wet mint...

I felt one of his hands leave my waist and slowly work its way up, until he cupped one of my breasts. Then somehow he wriggled my bra free and pinched my nipple. It hurt, but somehow I knew I liked it...

Then with his other hand he worked his way down, until he was just below my skirt. And slowly he pushed my legs apart as he felt his way back up.

I tried to control the sudden weakness of my legs as I struggled not to shake. But when he pushed aside my panties, my resolve gave way...

I pulled my lips away from his, as his fingers slid into my wetness, leaving me gasping for air. He nudged me gently onto the table, helping to take the pressure off my weakened legs. Then he slid his already moist fingers in and out of me...

again, and again, and again...

Soon I could hear no more, see no more, taste no more. I could only feel the pleasure building...

Then he leaned forward and bit my other nipple... And everything exploded in a thousand intense white pieces...

Pixabay

Heather...
Part One

When I first met Stanley, I never could have predicted the events that would unfold next in my hitherto unexciting life. Neither could I have guessed that he would be at the center of it all.

First, Stan was everything I hated in a man, everything my parents warned me about. He 'wears his heart on his sleeve' is the saying I believe. And Stan wasn't the type to hide the fact, he threw it outright in your face.

We had met at a friend's wedding, where I was the chief bridesmaid. And he... well, in retrospect, I don't think he was ever invited. But Stan being Stan, he had come anyways...

"For better or for worse.. Buh where exactly lies divorce...?"

Those unseemly remarks at the reception had been the first thing that brought Stan to my attention.

"Bad experience?" I had asked, wanting to give this rude stranger the benefit of doubt.

"No.." he said sniggering. "Marriage ain't my thing."

I was uncertain if I'd heard correctly, so I tried to control the rising anger I was feeling. Instead, I asked him to repeat himself.

"Marriage ain't my thing." He repeated, offering me my first glimpse of his boyish smile. "Ain't ever been married, ain't ever will."

My anger at this stranger for his seemingly unjustified judgement of the couple increased a notch, but I held back from uttering a harsh retort, intent on proving I was the better person.

"So how do you know how the apple tastes.." I asked, "seeing as you never tasted it yourself..?"

He didn't stop smiling, but he turned so he was now fully facing at my direction.

"Because.." he muttered, as he surprisingly reached out and held my hands. "Though experience may be the best teacher, we'd be much more wiser if we learned from the experience of others."

I felt the disgust rise to my throat.

"Hi, I'm Stanley.." he added.

I stood up and left his presence.

Later, I was to find out he was the immediate younger sibling of the groom.

And much later, he was to steal my heart in the oddest of ways...

..........

We sat quietly beside each other in the theater as the movie played. The lights were off, but the projector was bright enough to mildly illuminate a couple of faces on the first few rows of seats.

Suddenly, he leaned towards me and whispers in my ear...

"Lean forward..."

I turn to look at him, but the dim lighting wouldn't allow me properly read his expression. Knowing he wouldn't stop asking, and not wanting to cause a scene outside that on the big screen, I did as I was told.

Then he placed his hand firmly on my back, and with a dexterity only he could perfect, he unhooked my bra...

Quickly I leaned back, trying to stop him. But he had anticipated it. His hand was already out of the way. Instead, he placed it on my laps, and slowly crawled his way up until he was almost touching my already moist undies...

The way in which he moved his hands, and the oddness of the location, excited me, and kept me from stopping him. Involuntarily, I edged my legs further apart...

But to my surprise, and anger, he suddenly retrieved his hand, and then concentrated on the big screen like I wasn't there. For all of the next seventy minutes of that movie...

And all the while I sat there, my blood hot. While I tried not to think of the wicked things he may have done...

..........

"Where do you hide it?"

I looked at Stan, and took away my eyes. He sat opposite me in the restaurant, and there was at least three feet of table between us. But it felt like he would somehow close the gap, and do something wild each time I caught his eyes...

We'd been going out for a bit since I found out he was the groom's brother. They called him the black sheep of the family, the unorthodox one. But that wasn't what truly worried me about being with him...

"Where do I hide what..?" I asked, avoiding his direct stare.

"Your emotions, your feelings... the real Heather."

I smiled. Stan had a unique way with words. He always seemed to find a way to ask you the very questions you never want to answer. The very questions you wished he wouldn't ask. Yet when he asked, you'd be hard put not to tell him anyway...

"I am not sure what you mean." I said, trying to avoid the question.

"Oh, but you do. They're right there in your eyes. That's why you hide them too."

I met his eyes now. Those sexy haunting eyes of his, and I didn't know how to look away. This man, this boyish man who had somehow charmed me against my will. I looked him in the eyes, and I smiled.

I smiled not because I had the answer to his question. But because I realized that I wasn't simply hiding my emotions, I was protecting them...

For how do I tell this man that I hated him, and loved him at the same time? That I knew he was bad news, but I craved him all the same. That he stood for all that I didn't, yet I was drawn to him like some sort of compass to a magnet...

So, I did what all women do...

I turned the tables...

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.." I whispered, "What exactly do you have in your eyes..?"

And since I knew how he felt about the subject, I pressed it..

"Is it love...?"

His smile suddenly disappeared. Then he got up, placed a couple bills for the waiter on the table. Then he took me by the hand, and walked us out of the restaurant...

He didn't say a single word until we arrived at his place...

..........

"Do you know what love is...?" He asked, tightening the blindfold over my eyes.

I could almost feel his answer before he spoke, but I couldn't possibly have predicted the words..

"Love, an overused and abused word. Easily uttered, easily dismissed.."

I wanted to say something; that he was wrong, or that love meant more.. But the sting of the whip as it hit the small of my back took the thought away from me...

"I love you Heather, but I don't want to say I love you.."

Another sting, and I bit my lower lip...

"The others, those who left you broken, surely they said the same to you.."

I bit harder as he hit another spot, this time less tenderly... Then I felt him come around me, and place his hands on my cheeks, forcing my lips slightly open. Then he kissed me, gently..

Somewhere between my excitement, I heard the thud of the whip as it fell, and my senses heightened at the uncertainty of what was about to come...

"How do I tell you I love you without using the word love?" He asked..

I waited in excited impatience...

"You are my soulmate.."

I could feel his breath on me as he talked. He was standing close, almost touching my already erect nipples. They ached in anticipation..

"You make me different.."

His hands traced circles between my breasts, touching them, without really touching them. And desire clawed at me..

"My heart aches at your absence, and races at the thought of your presence.."

His hand began to trace down towards my navel...

"I can't think of what I'd be, what I'd do without you.."

He traced around my navel, and continued downward.. drawing agonisingly closer and closer to my center..

"My life is almost literally yours.."

Down there my warmth rushed.. I held my breath, and arched forward...

"I love you..."

Then he touched me, and I died a thousand little deaths...

"There.." he whispered,

"I used that word again..."

THE END...?

#SladenSpeaks

These last few days have been quite busy for me. I've been tied down with other obligations. Today though, I had a little time and decided to finish the story I started about a week back.

It's written for Heather, the beloved. I hope y'all found it an exciting read...