When you work in the school library on Saturday’s and get up before dawn every week day, to stack books before the 8 a.m class, including summer shifts it doesn’t exactly place you on the high ring of the social latter. Gwen didn’t mind however, the extra money would help pay for her college text books the following year. The issue of grades would not surface based on her perfect 4.0 grade point average, which should get her into any ivy league university she wanted.
On the local side of her mind she knew focusing on her grades was the better choice, but deep inside she often longed for something more. She filled this desperate loneliness, the only way she knew how, with her best friend, books. Her genre of choice, romantic novels. In fact, the book she was currently checking in was her very favorite entitled, With The Wild Wind by Jessica Silver. The author was popularly known for her thriving erotic themes. One would never guess someone as innocent as Gwen would ever read such things.
She peered down at the cover, of which she’s seen a dozen times, and read repeatedly all four hundred and seven pages, showing a man revealing a broad muscular bronze colored chest and firm tight abs. He was holding a woman by the waste, as she stood before him, wearing snow white lingerie, revealing as much cleavage as possible with long flowing raven black hair. Gwen longed to be one of Jessica Silver’s main characters, and seduced by a mysterious stranger, carried up a flight of stairs to a silk sheeted bed and passionately, rawly made love to. But she herself couldn’t even get a date…
She scanned the book and put it onto the cart. “There’s more books in the check in slot outside, would you be a dear and please check them in for me?” The librarian asks as she approaches the front desk. “Yes, Ms. Burrow’s,” Gwen replied timidly, as she stepped behind the desk. Ms. Burrows was a short, elderly woman with thick black rimmed glasses. Looking at her now brought back a comment made about Gwen by the head cheerleader that past week.
Gwen was shelving books, during her regular teacher’s aid period while two cheerleaders sat gossiping at the study table. “Yuck!” The blonde said to the brunette. “She even dresses like a librarian. No wonder the old hag chose her, she must remind her of her youth.” “Yeah,” The brunette replied. “I bet she’ll end up a fifty year old virgin too!” The girls then erupted into juvenile laughter. Gwen wondered if she was staring into her future.
Gwen did not fit the standard for beautiful and she knew it. She had a semi clear complexion, decent skin but nothing stunning about her face. She had typical plain features with doe brown eyes, and short mousy brown hair. She was slender but with slight broad shoulders, a small chest, no where near the woman on the cover and she knew it.
She walked past the long rows of book shelves, to the back door of the library. There were two check in slots, Gwen had already emptied the front slot.
She stepped outside the door and bent over the check in slot, upon bending down someone near the south end of the campus caught her eye. The south building was where all the recreational classes were held, home economics and such. The area was split divided between the cafeteria, a wide space of cement holding the outside lobby of lunch tables and coke machines. There was a small peak in-between the walk ways, sheltered by a tin roof. This is where some students came to sneak a smoke during break or skip class. The guy slouched against the brick wall, shaded by the tin roof did not appear to have a cigarette so Gwen assumed he was skipping. However, why he was there was not what intrigued her rather it was everything else.
He stood well over six feet tall, flexion sun blonde hair, extremely buff, his pecks could visibly be seen through his tight black shirt even though they were a little more then two feet apart from one another. He appeared to be staring blankly at the opposite wall, not aware of Gwen’s prescience or her admiration. Suddenly a deep flush came over her, as her nipples began to peak stiffly inside her cotton white bra, so hard they could be seen through her blouse. She felt a warm tingle surface in her pussy, beneath her panties of her plaid skirt. This hot sensation of fire she felt, was like none other she had experienced before.
She was careful not to become attracted to the male peers at her school, knowing she wouldn’t be given the time of day anyway so why rise disappointment. But all that logic disappeared when she gazed upon him. She imagined what it be like to undress him, see those abs for herself better yet catch a peak at what lay behind those tight blue jeans… see a real high erect penis for herself and not just read about one…how large it was and how hard it would bulge if she could excite him…how it would feel to-
“Are you having trouble dear?” Gwen shockingly dropped the pile of books, half way out of the check in slot and they fell clumsily out onto the asphalt. Gwen quickly snapped out of her trance and faced Ms. Burrow’s, realizing how stupid she must have looked hunched over, staring like that. She hoped to God, Ms. Burrows hadn’t seen her checking out the guy. “Oh I apologize for startling you. Here I’ll give you a hand.” The elderly librarian slowly bent over to help her. Gwen without response darted for the scattered books. “The bell rang for second period, I don’t want you to be late. I’ll take these.” Gwen so lost in fantasy, cursed herself for not hearing it. She slipped the books out of Gwen’s hand. “Okay,” Gwen replied embarrassed and barely audible added. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” But before she hurried to class she took a quick glance back over her shoulder, the mysterious stranger was gone.
*
Gwen’s house was located only three streets down from the high school, giving her an easy walk home. She stepped up to her drive way, noticing a movers truck parked across the lot. The new neighbor’s were still getting adjusted.
She took the spare key from her pocket and unlocked the front door. She skidded up the stair case, turning down the hall to the left, entering her bedroom. She placed her backpack on her canopy bed and opened up the blinds to her spacious wide windows, streaming her room with sunlight. She froze in shock.
Her bedroom balcony was directly ajar to the neighbors. The view revealed their six foot underground pool complete with a wooden deck and on that deck stood the very same mysterious stranger she had encountered that morning. She was amazed at the sight before her; nothing could rip her eyes away.
There he stood, her wish granted, his chest completely naked, his rippling tanned muscles exposed. His skin glistening in sweat, rolling off his six pac. His legs were perfectly proportioned in muscle tone, the only thing covering his bare body were tight blue swim trucks. She watched intently, feeling her nipples beginning to harden once more beneath her clothes, and she was near panting.
He walked over to the diving board platform, using his buff arms to help hoist him up the rail, and then he took a leap into the chlorine filled water. A distant splash could be heard through her window as he dove, thick splashes of water sliding off his broad chest.
Before Gwen knew it she was lost in tingling hot arousal, she slowly glided two of her fingers inside the bottom of her plaid skirt, pushing aside her cotton panties, and inserting them inside the lips of her already wet pussy. She began to furiously masturbate, not bothering to begin by rubbing the clit like she normally would. She stuck her fingers in as far as possible, sliding them in and out in a fast pace motion, all the while not taking her eyes off her wet neighbor. She was very wet herself by now, as her skin was nearly sopping wet from moister, she was close to cum. She took her other free hand, raising it beneath her blouse and bra, squeezing her small breast and feeling her now huge hard nipple.
She imagined, as she stared at his rock body resurfacing out of the water, that it was his hands exploring her body. Gwen imagined she was one of the beautiful girls and that he desired her. She imagined that he wanted her so much he, pulled out his long thick cock from beneath those swim trunks, and thrust it deep inside her. She imagined riding it hard and fast, as her fingers sank in and out, causing her to let out a low moan.
Gwen’s whole lower body began to trimmer, as she felt her hot sticky pussy juices begin to flow-
suddenly there was a knock at the door. Gwen jumped for the second time that day. She quickly snapped her hands out from underneath her clothes, and turned to face the door.
She was just in time as her mother peaked her head in.
Gwen gave a small smile as not to appear guilty. “Mom, you’re home early,” Gwen said. “Yeah, I had to go pick up your brother early from school today. I have to take him to the doctor. I need you to start dinner, and have it ready before we get back.” “Yes ma’ma.” Gwen replied. Her mother smiled and closed the door. Gwen turned back and faced the window. The pool water remained still. Her neighbor was no where in sight. She was left all alone with an unfinished orgasm and cum filled panties. She picked a great day to come home early. Gwen thought to herself.
**
Gwen was expected at her usual 8 a.m shift at the school library. She hated being late and always made a mental note of arriving anywhere she had to be at least five minutes early However, this day in particular she found it hard to stick to that schedule, as it was difficult to rouse herself from a blissful sleep filled with pleasurable dreams about a certain sexy neighbor.
She took extra time picking out her outfit even though her closet was mostly full of the typical blouses and skirts. She even applied a spritz of perfume and face powder; she temporally stole out of her mother’s purse, not owning any cosmetics herself. This was unusual behavior for Gwen who never bothered with primping before, but today she found herself in exceptional high spirits.
As she walked the short block to school, she tried earnestly to chase the wild day dreams of his half naked body driving into the deep end of the pool. She still couldn’t believe he actually lived next door to her, not to mention, she could catch a peak at him anytime she wanted just by a single glance outside her window.
She knew this was ridiculous because nothing could happen between them. Nothing ever happened with anyone... Besides, guys like that would never be seen with a girl as plain as Gwen. Although, he had what appeared to be a very athletic body, she knew he wasn’t one of the school jocks, because she hadn’t spotted him at the packed cafeteria table along with the pack with the rest of rowdy animalism lettermen jacket meat heads, during yesterday’s lunch period.
She didn’t sight him at any other table nor was he found sloughed under the tin roof again, where the misfits or anti authority students occupied as their usual lunch territory. So he wasn’t popular by elite standers, even though he looked the part and he wasn’t an outsider by choice conformity. But he was her polar opposite, obviously skipping class, not bothered with grades when Gwen worked hours into the night perfecting hers. She knew her thoughts were pointless however; she couldn’t stop herself from fantasizing about him.
And when she walked up toward the back way of the library, her fantasies nearly jumped from her mind as she spotted him strolling along the pavement ahead of her. Today he was dressed in and even tighter pair of dark washed blue jeans that gave her a terrific view of his tight firm ass. He was also wearing a black leather jacket.
Gwen had slowed down her pace without realizing it as she stood there, in awe of him. She expected him to walk directly toward the tin roof that divided the school buildings, but instead he stopped in front of the back check in slot, and quickly removed a book from his coat pocket and dropped it in, before scurrying back behind the opposite way, out of Gwen’s view.
Gwen’s breath was caught in her throat. He reads! One of her perceptions of him had proven wrong; he may skip class but he obviously read something, giving the two something in common.
She knew if she got to the last book in the check in slot, his book, she could scan it into the computer and find out his name. Gwen jogged up to the check in slot and peered inside, but to her dismay the box was even fuller of books then it had been the pervious day, it would be impossible to know which book was his. Gwen sighed and gathered the books in her hands and headed through the double doors, it was time to start her job.
Gwen scanned the books for the third time still hoping for an answer. But all the books she had scanned so far had been checked out by female students. She thought she was on to something when she spotted a copy of The History of Baseball, but was disappointed to learn it was checked out by someone named Allison Gibson. Gwen sighed and placed the stack of books back in the book cart to be shelved later.
There was one book left remaining on the desk. No, it couldn’t be his. Impossible. Still, she scanned it just to be sure. The name on the screen was Seth Myer. The copy of the book, With The Wild Wind by Jessica Silver.
Gwen gasped.
He had checked out her favorite book. He reads romance novels. Not just romance, erotica.
The check out dates concluded that he had checked it out daily, and then retuned it the following day. He must have done this instead of rechecking in person so that no one would know a guy like him had a soft spot for romance novels. Could this possibly mean there was something deeper to him? She knew most guys; especially in their age range would never admit to reading erotica out of fear of being ridiculed.
But the fact that Gwen held onto this information, discovering a profound secret about Seth no one else knew about, sent her to an all time high. This shaped him into a real person, instead of just a body. Now she yearned desperately, with everything inside her, to learn more about him.
** *
Later that night Gwen laid out on her bed reading her own copy of With The Wild Wind, her mother was out attending a dinner party, her brother gone for a sleep over so she was completely alone in the house.
She had not seen Seth for the rest of the day at school since early that morning. Ms. Burrows kept her occupied with seal covering books all period she hadn’t had time to come up with an excuse to spy on him beneath the tin roof.
She daydreamed about him all through her class lectures and desperately searched each of her male peers she passed by in the hallway, hoping to catch the eye of Seth, with no such luck. This was unusual behavior for Gwen yet again. She didn’t understand it but she was completely infatuated by him.
The moment she arrived home she ran upstairs to draw back her blinds. The pool water was still. The weather was surprisingly chilly unlike the day before. Not exactly swimming weather.
The car in their yard was gone and every light as far as she could see was off or the curtains were drawn. Her face, sulked down in disappointment. It was Friday night after all, Gwen thought to herself, some people did have social lives.
She knew she should be studying for her biology test she had the following Monday, but it was impossible to concentrate when her mind was reeling with yesterday’s images of Seth, like an incessant movie reel designed to torture her.
She finally gave up and grabbed her favorite book from her bookshelf and began to flip through the pages. At last she found where Seth had marked his place, also her favorite part, as she began reading, the chilly weather outside turned to rain that slightly patted against her window pane:
Libby knew her father would be furious if he discovered his black mustang was missing from the barn and that she had saddled him up to escape the evening ballroom party to meet with Darrin. She couldn’t bear to be without him any longer. The past six months had been the longest, loneliest period of her life. She couldn’t marry Magnus simply for his name, his wealth and good status may guarantee that he could take care of her with basic needs, but not guarantee her happiness. She couldn’t live under the dominate control of a family, who claimed to care about her well being but would not let her follow her heart. Libby’s heart, now broken and tragically aching, was leading her only to Darrin. And hopefully deep into his strong protecting arms forever. The thought of this brought a flame to her darkened soul and sparking it with hope. Libby knew she had to get to Darrin despite the repercussions that could occur. She quickly tightened the reigns on the young handsome mustang. She gathered up each dog-eared love letter Darrin had written to her during their long interval, she kept hidden beneath the barn floor boards. She stuffed the letters into the bottom of her boot, before kicking up to straddle the horse. A single tear glides down her face at the thought of leaving the old manner she grew up in. However, thinking back to the previous night and the hard blow she received that knocked her to the floor; by her cold unyielding father she knew she had no choice. She gazed up at the sky where the clouds were parting, growing darker and the air smelled of the mist of rain. She knew she didn’t have much time before the guests arrived for her father to announce her engagement to Magnus. She gripped the reigns in her hand, as tiny rain drops fell on her bare hands, she mounted the horse and told him to “giddy up!” before galloping off toward the rolling Wyoming hills. The clouds began to part as lighting roared across the once indigo sky, now a smoky dark blue. Libby arrived at the Murtaile Castle in a half hours ride, her rain soaked dress now clinging to her skin. She leapt off her father’s mustang and tied it by a rope to the nearest oak tree. She raced up the stone steps and pounded on the front door. Darrin’s face was all she needed to see to feel complete. She plunged into his naked arms the moment he opened the brass door. He stood wearing only his working pants he wore whenever he painted his latest masterpiece. “Libby,” Darrin breathed astounded that she was actually there, deep in his embrace. “How-“ He began, but she cut him off by softly placing a single finger to his lips. “Shhh...” She cooed. “I couldn’t marry him, when my heart belongs only to you. Don’t speak. I didn’t come here to speak.” Libby kissed him them, with all the passion that had flowed inside her endlessly for the past six months. Their tongues met in union, quickly turning from kisses so sweetly to wildly hot and erotic unlike any kiss they had shared before. Darrin now held her high in his iron strong arms that could be surprisingly gentle. He brushed a single strand of her raven black hair from her face as his tongue continued to prod deeper into her mouth, sucking onto her luscious light pink tongue. She lightly bit his lower lip before he left it to begin softly kissing the nip of her neck. Darrin traveled his hands downward, unhooking the back of her drenching wet dress collapsed onto the floor, stranded there along with her boots. Libby was wearing no undergarment which was considered taboo to any unmarried young woman. As would be the startling act of lust they now engaged in. But neither of them could help themselves. Darrin took hold of her bare, large and supple milky white breast and squeezed firmly. He then took it to his mouth and gently sucked her svear shaped nipple, as Libby let out an aroused gasp. She had clung herself to his golden bronze chest, chiseled from perfection and digged her nails sharply into his skin. As if he it didn’t excite her enough his next act simply left her shaking, as he took his other hand down to the opening of her viginia and placed two fingers deep inside. The mere simulation of his touch begins to immediately send her over the edge. Her entire body began to shake, sending rockets of emotion speeding through her veins. “Take me now!” She pleads. Darrin then grips her savagely, straddling her legs around his waist as he turns to carry her up the large marble staircase. Darrin laid Libby’s bare naked quivering body across his wide bedspread. He gazed upon her perfect body and began to drink up every last inch of her into his emerald green eyes. He lightly traced the outline of her porcelain skin with his fingertips, starting with her abdomen. Libby grabbed him by the back of the head pulling him toward her for another kiss, until bringing her hand down to the front of his pains. Darrin’s erection could clearly be seen hidden beneath the denim. She desperately reached inside and took hold of his throbbing penis with both hands, massaging it between her fingers. Darrin moaned in ecstasy as he lifted her delicate body once again into his massive arms. Bending down upon his knees he positioned himself, his rock solid member now pointed straight up and ready to explore Libby’s hidden, the part no other man had explored before. He leaned in as she straddled him, opening her legs wide. He-
As Gwen sat deeply intrigued by the passion between the characters Libby and Darrin, the rain, outside her window began to pound, delivering giant splotches of rain water at her window pain.
The sky grew a darker, mournful gray as thunder cracked in the distance. Followed by phantom strikes of lightning, that arrived with a bang, zapping the electricity in the entire house.
Gwen sat alone in total darkness, unable to continue Darrin’s journey inside Libby’s untouched valley. Dammit she swore under her breath.
Although, she had read the novel numerous times, the idea of being stuck in complete darkness on a Friday night wasn’t exactly, what she had on mind. Gwen rolled out of bed, and pulled out the flashlight from her bed side table. She flicked it on and headed downstairs to the kitchen cubbored where her family kept the candles.
The moment she opened the cubbored door, a loud knock sounded on the back door. Mom must have forgotten the key again. She walked over to the door, trailing the flashlight and unlocked it. There was a single figure standing before her in the pouring rain. She couldn’t make out any of the features except the illumination of a shadow.
“Hello, my name is Seth. I’m you’re new neighbor from across the street.” Gwen’s breath caught in her throat, as it always did anytime she was near him. Her heart began to pound fortuitously, she was sure he could hear it. “I just moved here, I live across the street.” Seth repeated, louder this time in case she hadn’t heard. Gwen froze not believing he stood in her doorway and had actually spoken to her, but some how she managed to speak. The words were some what of a squeak but still autobile for her normally shy nature.
“I’m Gwen.” She said. “Hi, Gwen. Looks like the whole neighborhood is in a black out, huh?” Seth chuckled. And although Gwen couldn’t see his face she knew that he was smiling. “Look, I know we don’t know each other or anything but do you mind if I come inside?” Gwen realized she had let him stand out there for a whole minute in the pouring rain just staring at him like an idiot and she cursed herself for being so stupid.
“Sure. Come in, come in.” She said more forcefully this time but hoping she didn’t sound too eager. Gwen stood back letting Seth cross the threshold. She closed the back door, turning around to face Seth again.
She held the flashlight upward thus time, catching a small glimpse of his perfect face, his jaw bone was strong and set perfectly proportioned with his flawless skin, and his eyes were a striking deep ocean blue. Up until now she had never seen him up close enough to see the actual color of his eyes. Now that she had, she felt she had never seen real beauty until this moment. Seth literally knocked the wind out of her; she couldn’t easily fall into those ocean waves and swim forever.
Seth winched as the light flooded his face. Gwen clumsily fidgeted with the flashlight, lowering it from his face and turning down the brightness .”So you suppose we’ll be out long? That’s some pretty nasty weather out there.” Seth said. It surprised her how kind he was. “Yeah it is. I’ve got some candles here so we don’t have to sit in the dark.” Gwen replied as she once again opened the kitchen cubbored. “Here, I’ll help you.” Seth offered. Gwen beamed as a huge smile surfaced on her face.
****
“There, now I can see you.” Seth said as he lit the last candle, the two had placed in a circle around the kitchen table. Seth removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair before sitting down directly facing Gwen.
Gwen blushed lightly from his comment, thinking how plain she must look at the moment compared to him. Even dripping wet in rain water, his blonde curls in disarray he still looked amazing. If not better. His riveting blue eyes were searing into her brown ones, in them she could see the tiny flicker of the bright orange flame, illuminating from the candle and casting shadows on his handsome face.
Gwen thought back once again to the pervious day, how extremely sexy his tan muscled chest had been, glistening with pool water. The single thought of it sent a shiver down her spine, and a tingle deep within her cotton panties. She crossed her legs nervously and repositioned herself in the chair.
“Sorry I don’t mean to be rude, I just remembered where I’ve seen you from” Seth said. “The girl from the library.” Gwen turned an even deeper shade of crimson. He had seen her that day.
Gwen tried to respond but once again her breath was caught in her throat. “Do you have many friends at school?” Seth asked. Gwen almost laughed out loud. “Some.” Is all she could manage to reply. “Naw, me neither.” Seth said as if he could see through her white lie. “I didn’t have many back home in Florida either. This explained the tan.
Seth explained he and his mother moved here after his father passed away from cancer a few months prior. This sparked another thing the two had in common. Gwen told him her own father had died of the same disease when she was only twelve. They talked about how it had affected them; constantly making hospital visits, and missing out on things other kids got to do with their own healthy fathers.
Seth confessed to her that even though his father and him had never had a close relationship, that Seth always felt he was never good enough, now that he was gone he regretted being so bitter, Gwen was astounded that he was being so open with her, perhaps talking with her more intimately with her then he had with anyone else about the ordeal.That was exactly how she felt about him. She was surprised at how easily it was to talk with him. she was slowly peaking out of her shell without realizing it nor did she fear going back.
The two both shared that they both would love to travel in the future, that they both enjoy cooking and that they have a passion for Shakespeare and Oscar Wyld. Seth never once mentioned anything about Jessica Silver. Gwen longed to but choked.
“Most people would think I look too dumb to ever read that stuff.” Seth added about the poets. Gwen suddenly felt ashamed because she herself had judged him by his outer appearance and the fact that he had skipped class when he simply just had trouble adjusting to the move.
“That’s because they don’t know you.” She told him. “Now that I do, I think you’re one of the most insightful intelligently passionate people I’ve met in my whole life.” Gwen said, honestly and straight from the heart and not the least bit embarrassed by it.
Seth laughed the kind that caused his mouth to curve up revealing his two boyish dimples. Gwen was perplexed by him. “Well, thank you, Gwen.” Seth said politely. “In that case, may I confess something? “Sure.” Gwen replied, wondering what he had to say next. Seth always seemed to have something interesting to say, and didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with Gwen’s often quite nature, even though she was revealing more of her true self the longer she was in his presence. Seth had an unusual sense of humor, he was not necessarily obvious funny nor did he try too hard. Everything just seemed to come natural.
He processed a certain charm Gwen had never encountered before, he seemed to know exactly what would make her smile, without expecting anything in return, never seeming artifictual. It seemed everything in him brightened up more to know he was making people feel comfortable.
“I actually came over to see you on purpose.” He said. “Pardon me?” Gwen replied
“Well, I remembered seeing you the day we moved here, in your front yard, planting in your garden. Then I saw you that day at the library, I thought you looked familiar. Then I saw you walking home and-“Seth stopped, realizing what it much have sounded like to her.
“I mean I-“Gwen laughed softly. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. You noticed me.” “Yes, I noticed you.” He said intently.
His riveting blue eyes once again flooding into hers.
Gwen hadn’t noticed the movers’ truck when she was gardening, two days previous, until her mother had pointed it out. This meant he had noticed her before, possibly observing. Of course, she knew this was nothing compared to the little peak she had taken of him from her bedroom window at pool side. God, don’t start thinking of that again. She thought to herself. Focus. But Seth was still staring at her, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, he spoke, catching her off guard. “Do you have a boyfriend?” “What?” Gwen blurted out in a high pitch squeak, without thinking. “I’m sorry, if I’m being too forward.” He said. “It’s just that I think you are very beautiful.” And before Gwen had time to brace herself, Seth leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Gwen would be too ashamed to admit she had never had a real boyfriend, and only been kissed a couple times. But now here before her was one of the sexiest guys she had ever seen, including the most intelligent, everything she ever wanted and she could not compose herself. Even if it was just a light brush to her lips, it was beyond incredible, that what she had dreamt of was actually coming true.
She wanted nothing more then to be there with him, basking in the moment but doubt that twisted inside her made her pull always and jump from the table.
Seth quickly rose after her. “Gwen, I’m so sorry….I just thought…you were interested in me too…” “I am.” Gwen said, her back now facing him, her arms folded across her chest. “But you’re not suppose to-“She stammered. “I mean, you’re not interested in me!” She said loudly, as the storm continued to rage outside. “I know you don’t! Don’t play with me!”
Seth lightly patted her shoulder, gently turning her around to face him. He caught a glimpse of her almond brown eyes in the flicker of the now dimming candle flame. “Gwen, I’m not playing with you.” He told her. “I am interested in you."
"How can you not see that? After tonight, how we’ve connected. I know this may sound crazy but I feel more comfortable with you then I ever have with anyone else who I’ve known my whole life. That has to mean something... I knew from the moment I saw you that we were both different. We’re outcasts, loners. We don’t belong in a town like this. That’s why we dream, of traveling, seeing the world, the rest of what’s out there, to find whatever piece within us is missing. Don’t you ever feel like something’s missing, Gwen?” His hands were now placed firmly around her slender waist.
“Don’t you ever feel alone in a crowd of people, invisible even? Don’t you ever long to be seen, not for how you appear or what you have but who you really are? Don’t you ever just wish to be truly seen?”
He spoke with such passion, putting great emphisis on each word that passed from his lips.
Gwen kissed him then. She let every emotion in her go, letting her physically body take over to answer yes to his question in ever way. The two quickly lost themselves in passionately making out. Seth glided his tongue into her willing mouth; softly he massaged hers with his own. And when he picked his pace up and began sucking it roughly it was filled with hot emotion, unlike the hurried prodded ways she had been kissed in the past. His kiss sent lighting bolts of attraction through out her entire body.
The kiss way like nothing she’d ever experienced or read about in one of her novels. Seth, pressed her firmly against him, and at last she could feel his rock hard abs for herself, the ones she had been dreaming about.
His tongue continued to hungrily explore her own in a counter clock wise motion, as she ruffled her fingers through his soft blonde curls, still wet with rain water.
Suddenly the sound of the refridraiter across from them hummed, as a click resounded and the electricity once again brightened the house. The two broke apart, not at all interested that they were no longer stranded in the dark, but realizing they could finally see each other clearly.
Gwen gazed deeply into his eyes again, wanting desperately for his blue waves to carry her away. “Take me upstairs.” “Are you sure?” He asked. “Yes,” She breathed, knowing he would always be gentle with her.
And then as if he already knew her deepest fantasy, he lifted her small frame, straddling her around his well toned waist, and carried her up the staircase. Gwen directed him to her room, where he swept her onto the canopy bed, tossing the copy of With The Wild Wind onto the hard wood floor; neither of them noticed however, as they were locked in each others arms.
Seth began kissing her savagely, running his hands downward where he removed her skirt and panties. His tongue left her mouth, but not without his other hand hidden behind her head, as if to tell her he wouldn’t be going far.
He lowered his face and began softly kissing her pussy. Gwen let out a sigh at this new found sensation. Seth continued, sliding his tongue, this time between her pussy lips, massaging her clit slowly, savoring each taste. Seth took his time, as if the night they had was never ending. He was in no rush and never persistent to her. He appeared to know exactly what to do, and exactly how to excite her even though she herself did not.
Seth continued to lick her clit, sticking his red hot tongue in and out of her, now in a faster motion. Gwen began to feel a boiling fire spark up within her, as her entire body began to convulse in spasm. The orgasmic spasms started in her back rocketing down to her bare toes.
She rolled her head back, rising half way from the bed, her mouth open wide, releasing pleasurable moans. She cried out Seth’s name, pleading him not to stop. He continued eating her out until she came, where at last she could not stand it any longer and pulled him upward. Seth smiled broadly, knowing he had pleased her.
Gwen stripped him of his tight black t shirt, revealing his glorious chest. She immediately became roaming her hands along each rippled muscles. Seth didn’t seem to mind, who simply stared at her admiring him. Gwen’s fingers finally reached the buckle of his blue jeans. Gwen grabbed a hold of his belt, aggressively she removed his pants and underwear, discarding them to the floor.
Gwen stared wide eyed in amazment at his now fully erect dick now in front of her. She was amazed to see how huge, thick and long it was. She greedily took it into her small hands and began stroking his hard shaft. Seth let out a moan of approval, as she sped up, tightened her grip around his penis as better to position herself in jerking him off. Soon Seth was on the edge of orgasm, leaving Gwen with only a few more strokes before spats of cum ejaculated from his throbbing dick.
Gwen could not wait any longer and Seth knew she was more then ready. He removed her blouse and bra so that they were both now completely naked. Seth sweetly began kissing her breasts, as her small nipples hardened at the touch of his lips and tongue. Seth pulled Gwen toward him with an eager anticipation that was some what rough yet still delicate, as he caught a handful of her bare plump ass. Seth’s dick was touching the outside of her pussy, nestling in her small patch of pubic hair. “Are you ready?” He asked her softly, staring her straight in the eye, the ocean blue penetrated her soul and now she was ready for the rest of him to.
“Yes,” Gwen pleaded. She parted her legs as much as possible in kneeling position. The single moment of a breath was all it took as Seth thrust his hard smoldering dick deep inside Gwen’s quivering pussy. He slowly began to ride her in and out, once again he was in no hurry. Not at all clumsily or disconnected he seemed to be deeply intoned with her body, heart and soul.
Seth directed Gwen in every bodily motion, and she directed him on where to go and when to quicken and harden the pace. And even when he took her roughly it was never too aggressive or antsy. Every ouch of him was directed towards pleasing her, nothing about his actions told her she did not pecess worth and meaning. And when Seth brought her once again over the cliff to multiple orgasms she knew deep inside her, as tears streamed down her face, that this was truly what making love was all about. This act is what they did until they were both left tired and breathless, curled up in Gwen’s canopy bed sheets, while the rain pelted softly outside the window.
*****
The next morning, Seth awoke in his own bed after spurring home late last night before his and mother arrived home from work. He rose just as the sun had risen from the sky, radiating it with glowing splashes of orange, yellow and pink twilight outside his window.
Seth looked out into the distance, Gwen’s blinds were safely tucked away. He breathed in, taking time to enjoy the view. The weather looked to promise that this would be a beautiful day.
He quickly dressed himself and went out onto the front patio to retrieve the newspaper, all the while a broad satisfied smile never leaving his face. As he opened the door, he found the newspaper at his feet on the welcome mat along with a single cardboard box.
On the top scribbled in large wavy handwriting was a note that read:
To Seth, from Gwen. If you ever feel like something’s missing, journey to the one place I always find comforting.
Seth confused, removed the small sticky note and opened the box, where inside he found a brand new copy of With the Wild Wind by Jessica Silver, that Gwen got up before dawn to the nearest book store, and bought him his very own copy.
He opened the cover and inside it was a printed copy of his library check outs. Inside the front of the book jacket was one more note.
Seth, now you don’t have to keep rechecking it. Never feel you have to hide a part of yourself again. With me you will always be truly seen. With all my Love, Gwen.
Seth smiled, placing the book back in the box and tucking it under his arm and jogged up to Gwen’s front door. Seth couldn’t help thinking that this was truly the beginning of something.
