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I keep getting mail about not finding this part and that part so this will
make my life easier, even though I do like the mail, I am now spending
a half hour sending out missing chapters. This is fun cause I get mail
from some cool people.
Anyway...
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Power is not taking.
Power is giving.
Her power to give all.
The power to tempt her.
The power to be given.
Power is not in the taking.
Power is in the giving.
The Master's Ring
Chapter 1: A beginning, An ending
--------The baby cries, because in its limited understanding it knows one thing.
The safety of where it was is gone. Maybe at times it cries because no matter
what the rewards of its new life, that safety will never return. .--------------
It was crunch time for me; final exams in two weeks, most of the
projects were due at this time so there was no cushion. To be honest, that's
probably the only reason I took everything in stride, I had so much to worry about
that somewhere along the line I didn't have enough time to worry.
I had to visit one of my creative writing professors. The school requires
us to have a faculty member as a major's consultant in case we run into problems
with the department and to make sure we had at least our major's requirements
taken care off.
I had asked Professor Jeremy Ryan to act as my consultant. I had taken him
for one class thus far. He was one of the few creative writing professors that
didn't try to be your best friend. He didn't act like being a writer meant you had
to act like a freak. Writing was something you did, an integral part of your
personality like the color of your hair is to your looks. He didn't treat students
like their work was so beneath him that he shouldn't be bothered to say anything
about it. He also taught one of the seminars I needed to graduate but had to have
the professor's permission to be in. I figured if he got to know me, I would have a
much better chance to get in when I submitted my application pieces for
entrance into the seminar.
He had sent me email saying he wanted to meet with me to discuss an
internship he had located for me working with a writing agent. We had talked my
interests outside the writing world once. I had told him that being an agent was
one of the things I wanted to do after law school, preferably in writing but not
necessarily. He wanted to meet with me at his office around 5 pm.
The English faculty's offices are all located in the basement of the
English building. The basement is modeled on catacombs with every hallway ending
in two offices. Professor Ryan's office is one of the more well hidden with at
least five turns before you could get to it. I had wondered why he had chosen that
particular office as he was one of the few tenured creative writing professors,
I figured he could have taken one less isolated, then again it was one of the
larger rooms, more than half the size of the dorm room I shared.
I walked up to his door and knocked.
No one answered.
I knocked again and still no one answered. I stood there trying to decide
whether to go get a cup of coffee and come back or just settle in to wait when I
thought I heard something from the other side of the door.
I knocked again but still nothing.
I heard something from the other side of the door again and started to get
pissed. I tried the doorknob and it turned easily in my hand. I opened the door
slowly figuring someone was in there, but why take the chance of being caught
inside a professor's office without his company.
His door is on the south side of his office but it's flush with the
eastern wall. His desk is on west wall, actually facing the wall so that
when he sits down his back is usually to the door. I say usually because he was
actually sitting facing parallel to his desk. I figured he was probably sitting
this way because the woman kneeling between his legs wouldn't be as comfortable
underneath the desk.
I stood there, as jealousy flooded me. Even in that position or maybe
especially in that position: on her knees, leaning forward into his lap, her back
slightly curved, her hands running up and down his thighs; it was obvious she
had a fantastic body.
She was wearing a powder-blue skirt a lot like a cheerleader's skirt,
but maybe two inches longer. It rode up far enough for me to see telltale thickness
and definition in her thighs that speaks of someone in very good shape. Her dark
brown hair was just long enough to hide her face as she carried out the task she
had set for herself. She was wearing a thick sweatshirt that valiantly tried to
hide the rest of her attributes but only served to tantalize. I would say something
about her choice of attire, a short skirt and thick sweatshirt, but I findd the
combination of a sweater and panties attractive and a short skirt was good enough.
She stopped caressing his thigh with her right hand and pulled the hair out
her face and behind her ear. A ring on her finger caught the light just right, and
captured my attention. It had a very simple design, the band too thick for a
woman's ring almost taking up the entire space between the knuckles of her finger.
It opened into a flat square face, with a shiny white stone set into the ring.
I'd seen rings like this before but mostly a male design with the stone being black
onyx.
I could now clearly see she had his dick sheathed in her lips. The motion
of her head was hypnotizing. Not because of the sexualness of the act, but by virtue
of the exquisite care she took in performing it. Her hands flickered gently between
caressing his thighs, exposed abdomen, his sac and the base of his penis. It was
like she was trying to keep his skin guessing from where the pleasure would come
next. Her fingertips settled on different spots only long enough to set off his
nerves and moved elsewhere to stimulate again.
All of this happening while her lips moved up and down his dick.
She wasn't just moving up and down on his dick, though. Occasionally
when she touched his dick with her hand, she used that opportunity to remove him
completely from her mouth, and delicately stroke some part of him within reach of
her tongue.
The concentration she put into her task was staggering. She carressed his
thigh with her right hand while her left hand came from the other side of her head
to grip him at his base. She used that opportunity to dislodge him from her lips
as her hand softly worked its way up his dick in the upward motion of masturbation.
She put the tip of her tongue on his ball sac, and licked her tongue up following
slowly behind her hand. When her hand ran out the head of dick, she let it fall on
to his stomach and ran her hand up his stomach in small light carresses forcing him
to push the back of the chair backwards until he was as parallel to the floor as
chair allowed. While her left hand was running up his abdomen in carefully placed
touch after touch, her right hand stood his cock straight up, so that she could run
her tongue around the undercap of the head where men's dicks are the most sensitive,
or at least where mine is. First clockwise then again around but this time
counter-clockwise, and then re-enveloped him in her mouth.
The next time the tongue-sequence began; she started with licking his
ball sac again but stayed there using her hands to run through the randomn
touches. Finally, she took him into her mouth again. The speed of her mouth up
and down his dick, was slowly getting faster and faster building to the obvious
crescendo of male orgasm.
Her hair fell to cover her face again, this time professor Ryan used
his hand to brush it back behind her ear. On his left hand, was a ring that
ended my existence and began my life. It was a male sized version of the ring she
was wearing on her right hand. This one had a black stone set where her stone was
white. It also had a gold crest drawn on the face of the stone.
I watched him caress her face. I could not see enough of her face to say
whether she was facially beautiful or not, but I could a pristine complexion that
looked soft to the touch.
She tilted her back to look up at him, smiling to him by gently
gripping just the head of his penis in clean white teeth.
She layed her ring hand flat on his hip, I think she must have done
the same with the left hand but I could not see. She speared his penis into
her mouth; again and again. After every five strokes, she would stop at the bottom
apex and making a swallowing motion that bobbed her head beginning at her throat and
waving through her head. The wave motion made it so she could take a little more of
him into her. She was trying to deep throat him. I think she could have done it from
the very beginning but I don't doubt her method was much more pleasurable for him.
It was more and more obvious his pleasure was all she cared about.
Five more strokes up and down, and she stopped, waved from her throat
to the top of her head, taking in a little bit more.
Five more strokes again, up and down and up and down, she released
him completely from her mouth, reached down to lick him from his ball sac
to the tip of penis. Her tongue struck out of her mouth in a sudden motion
trying to insert itself into what must have been the small hole at the tip of
his dick,
One tongue thrust.
Two tongue thrust.
After the third, she again licked him from his ball sac up to the
tip of his cock, this time though she impaled her mouth on it.
She returned to her earlier rhythm, but this time it was only after
three strokes that she would make that wave motion driving him just that
much deeper into her mouth.
Finally, as I thought my mind would explode, she touched bottom. She
rested there, I don't know how she could breathe. She just left him fully
inside her mouth.
Then she began to move her head around, leaving him fully seated down
her throat, I don't know where else he could be, he wasn't huge but he
certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about.
Finally, with an almost corkscrew like motion she unwound her mouth
from around him, only to drive herself fully onto him again. Again and again,
unscrewing him from her in a clockwise motion, driving her face onto him,
unscrewing herself in a counterclockwise motion, and again burying his cock
in her mouth. I noticed that in the unscrewing motion, that her cheek muscles
were slightly twitching. She must have been working her tongue furiously on him
as she slowly pulled her face away, and took him into her again.
His hand came down to gently fondle her cheek, she remained
uninterrupted in her purpose. He placed his hand parralel to the floor, interrupting my view of her face, and snapped his fingers.
I looked at him; he was staring at me, with a smile even a cheshire cat
could envy. He won something from me at that moment, as I stared into
blue eyes; the admission that I wanted what he wanted. I wanted to be the one in
that chair, with a woman between my knees slowly unscrewing her face from my dick.
I wanted to feel her tongue on me as she did this.
I wanted to come with me seated as far into her as she could take me.
I wanted a woman to take the exquisite care she was taking with him.
I looked down at her, and back at him. The smile had changed now, it
was the one a big brother gives his little brother saying
"Don't worry, kid, your time will come."
I smiled at him, at least I think I did, and closed the door.
I rested my head against the door. Every now and then I could hear them
but I could feel my body slowly began to relax. It didn't want to, but that
last smile by Dr. Ryan helped some.
I turned my back on the door, and walked out of the catacombs. I didn't
know why, but I was sure that he and I had just spoken about everything he
wanted to talk to me about.
The conversation was not over but he had established himself as having
something to give that I wanted.
Outside, it was brighter than it had been before I entered the bulding.
Ch. 2 Part A
Knowledge and Temptation
------- Temptation is about self-control, you can't tempt someone without it..-
I woke up in the morning wondering what the hell was going on and slightly
expectant. I knew Dr. Ryan was playing with my head but it was a lot more of a
Christmas type teasing, not a keep away.
He was building a mystery, maybe a web. It would be interesting to see
where he went with it.
I had a paper due the the next day, Friday, so I figured it wouldn't
do me any good to worry about it.
I took a shower and got ready for work. I tried not to wake up my roommate
but failed miserably. I wasn't trying hard though.
He's not a bad guy, he and I are just different. He's a child of
privilege; his parents pay for school, new car because he got into school, etc.
He and I lived in completely different dimensions of reality, at least I
realized it. He hadn't yet, so he complained to his friends that I was an asshole.
I was at least in his world, in mine I was norm.
I actually had two jobs, one on the weekend as a runner in what I call
a high class McDonald's, and during the week I work at the computer labs in school.
Neither is actually a bad job, one requires absolutely zero brain work so I can let
my mind wander and in the other I get paid to do homework. Fifteen hours at a decent
salary for helping people with software problems they could solve if they actually
bothered to do more than just come get me.
After work on Thursdays, I usually have three classes. I say that
because I never bother going to all three. I only had three core classes so it
allowed me to start doing work on my majors the first semester. I hadn't bothered
with any of the introductory courses. Most of the freshmen and sophomore in those
classes don't know what the hell their doing and while it's usually good for the
class curve sometimes it's not worth having to listen to stupid people make it
obvious they are not prepared for class at all. Thisattitude left me with three
classes left to go in both my majors and zero introductory courses at the midpoint
of my junior year. I had figured taking a couple of the introductory class at this
point would be interesting and easy, allowing me time to work on mostly on my
writing for a semester.
To be honest, on Thursday the only class I usually went to was my
poetry writing class. It's annoying people wise, but they write some pretty
good stuff and if I can for one moment manipulate their emotions with my pieces
then I'm going to catch a normal reader.
I walked into the class; looked around for any hair color changes,
finding none I sat in my usual chair in the back of the room. I was the closest
to a normal person in the class which didn't say much for the rest of the
class.
I had just begun to reread all the poems we were going to critique
when Melisa Bryar walked in.
The only reason I can say I'm the closest to normal in this class is
because she's so normal, she crosses over onto the other side of normal.
Melisa's about 5'1, blond hair and light green eyes. The eyes are
fascinating, green eyes are usually dark green or a blue-ish green, very few
are a true green and even fewer a light true green. You would have to paint the
sky green keeping the same saturation and brightness to explain the green of
her eyes to someone who hadn't seen them.
Melisa's the all-American girl. So normal, I had begun to wonder if she
hadn't been raised as an experiment by the moral majority. She was a member of the
cheerleading squad, a sister in the Premier sorority at our college, and a honors
student. I used to live on her floor last year and knew she didn't date, didn't
hang out with the jocks like the other cheerleaders. For all I had seen, all she
ever did was study, practice, attended the necessary functions of her sorority and
prepared herself for law school admissions.
She smiled at the leather wearing, blue-haired poetess in the front of
the class. The poetess is a lesbian. I can safely say that not because of her
looks but because she reacts to Melisa the exact same way 90% of the guys do.
As soon as Melisa walks by, she turns to check out her ass, grimaces in desire
and sighs. It would be funny if I didn't have to control myself not to do the
same.
Melisa, early in the semester, had decided to sit next to me. She had
kind of befriended me early last year. I think she had the exact same school
plan as I did. To the extent that I'd had her in 6 of 12 classes this year, which
is one thing to be thankful for I guess.
She started small talk with me about the poems we were reviewing.
Nothing too weird, thankfully.
Then I saw the ring on her right had, a man's design thick band, opening
into a flat white stone.
I looked up at her, and that Cheshire smile that Dr. Ryan had given to
me was beginning to flower on her lips. Her eyes said the same thing his had
"Your time comes."
I was sure she was not the girl that had been on her knees yesterday.
A wig unless professionally done could not hide Melisa's hair, it was several
shades of blonde, beautifully waving into curls, and just past her shoulder
blades, her hair was just too thick. The body also said it couldn't be Melisa.
It's hard to tell with a woman on her knees and bent forward the way the other
woman had been but Melisa was way to short to have been her. I looked down into
Melisa's lap, the thickness of thigh the other girl had was not here either.
Melisa has a wonderful body but she isn't athlete thick just nicely
toned and with skin inviting to the touch. I sighed in relief, and looking up
at her she was smiling even wider.
She knew.
She knew exactly what I had been thinking, exactly why I had looked her
over just then.
She started one of her short quiet laughs. Then I received my third
surprise in 24 hours, when Dr. Ryan walked into a class he didn't teach.
He said hello to everyone, and announced that our professor had just been
awarded a grant to study Irish poetry in Ireland and had arranged Dr. Ryan
to teach the last two weeks of the class for her. He looked over at me and
then at Melisa. He gave her a smug satisfied smile that let me know there
was still more to come.
The class was on its best behavior, we were all pretty much creative
writing majors which meant Dr. Ryan held the trump card to our finishing our
major. He was also the only professor who had been widely published in both
poetry and fiction, so as students we were all fascinated with his success
wanting it for ourselves.
I hadn't really counted on being a writer and still don't. So while he was
fascinating, it was only in the sense I admired his work, I was far more curious
about what exactly he was planning with me.
"Melisa and David" he said looking between me and Melisa, "Neither of
you has turned in your application pieces for my fiction writing seminar next
week."
He looked at us obviously expecting an answer. The rest of the class
looked at us obviously wanting to ask why we were being singled out.
"I want to do another draft on one of the pieces, Dr.Ryan." I said. I had
finished the pieces I wanted to turn in but one piece was still giving me trouble
as to how I had ended it. I had been trying to decide whether to turn it in
unfinished or to turn in an older piece.
"I put it in your mailbox this morning, sir." was Melisa's reply. Yes, she
was a college student that addressed people with formal sirs and ma'ams.
The class still had suspicion in their eyes when we began our
critiques of the poetry for that day. I smiled inside at them, wondering if
it would make them all feel better if I said I was pretty sure why Melisa had been
singled out but I was unsure what the point was with me.
The class ran it's normal course after that. As I was leaving Melisa
asked me if I wanted the notes to the two classes I had skipped that day, I
said sure asking her to stop by. I don't live on her floor anymore but at least
she lived in the same building. We had never worked together for any of our
classes so I was pretty sure this was part of the dance her and Dr. Ryan were
leading me through.
Dr. Ryan caught up to me as I went to the bus stop and asked me if I
wanted to reschedule our meeting for the next day around 3 pm.
I asked if he was sure he wouldn't be busy.
He laughed and said he'd be sure to clear his schedule this time. I
agreed figuring at least it would all make a good short story even if nothing
came out of it.
I finished my paper, put it in my professor's box and shrugging that
class out of my hair. I prefer professors like Dr. Petrov, they get all our
work due prior to finals. If there is any mistakes you have finals week to fix
it instead getting hung out to dry. I had already signed up to take a course
with her next semester.
I had dinner in the student center by myself, thinking about what Dr.
Ryan's angle might be with me. After awhile, I just gave up and went back to my
room. Melisa was waiting for me in our floor lounge.
She smiled as I came out of the elevator.
I have to say that I love blondes. Which means while I don't like
people playing games with me, blondes are pretty much allowed to do as they
damn well please, as long as I'm allowed my open admiration. Melisa seemed to have
an instinctive grasp of this and that night she played it to a T.
She had changed into shorts and a t-shirt; very nice shorts, very
tight t-shirt. I was somewhat surprised by all of this, like I said she had
always struck me as a major moral majority player. Then again, I wasn't one to
complain.
"Hi, David." she said bouncing up to me.
"Hello." I replied.
"Got my notes." she said pushing her book-bag up at me.
I smiled and said, "How about my room for the exchange?"
She smiled that Cheshire smile again.
I held the door to my end of the floor for her, she nodded a thanks and
walked right to my door. She had never been there prior to this, but I didn't
think much of it.
I opened the door to find my roommate inside, extremely disappointing.
She climbed up on my bed, it's higher than the way the school gives
them to us because I had turned the legs upside down then put the bed springs
back on, it gave the bed an extra foot of height.
She bounced on it a few times, before she started to look around. I
looked at my roommate hoping he would think to leave. He didn't, like I said
he lives in a different dimension than I do. I sighed, shook my head. Melisa
gave me that "I know what you're thinking smile." again.
"Well, I guess I'll start copying your notes down." I said.
She smiled saying "No need, I made photocopies for you."
I looked at her questioningly.
She just smiled at me.
"How about a movie?" she asked. "I brought some with me your choice,
I've got the 'The story of O', '9 1/2 weeks' and ....." she paused dramatically
looking at me, "... Bambi. I don't have a VCR and I'm bored."
I nodded.
"Bambi sounds good." I said smiling.
"Cool" she said "It's my favorite movie."
She pulled the movie out of her book-bag and crawled to the far end of
the bed, unnecessarily teasing me with a wiggle here and there of her butt. I
figured teasing was on the menu for the evening so let myself enjoy the view.
I think enough men don't understand that teasing can be fun even if you can't
touch. It's one of the few times nowadays you're allowed and expected to admire
and enjoy, but it does make it easier if you know you're being teased I
guess.
She popped the video in, and turned the TV on. She turned around, still
crawling, looked at me through her hair smiling. She knew I had been looking. I
smiled back and sat down on the chair at my desk.
She lay down staring at me while the FBI copyright message came on,
pouting. I stared right back at her. She extended the ring hand to me, silently
asking me to get on the bed.
Sometimes, you can't tell if it's teasing or foreplay. But not letting
her have her fun is 100% a mistake, so I got on the bed with her. The roommate
was utterly oblivious to my desire for him to go study at the library or
anywhere not inside our room. She leaned against me when the movie actually
started kind of laying her head on my shoulder.
I didn't really see the movie, I spent most of the time trying to study
the ring. I didn't really learn much new about it, gold band, unusually
thick for a female ring, covered nearly the entire area from her palm to the
first knuckle on her finger. The stone was pristinely white, if I hadn't known
better I would have said someone had peeled a pearl and flattened the peels on
to the face of the ring. I could see the design on the band this time though.
On the left side of the stone was a man kneeling with chains binding his
wrists, he had his hands raised to the sky in supplication, on the right side
of the ring was the same pose but a female. The woman kneeling in front of Dr.
Ryan came to mind the second I absorbed the etching on the right of the ring,
a woman kneeling in supplication, her entire body and being focussed on his
pleasure.
I thought of Melisa in the same pose, in front me right there, no
roommate preferably, but I don't think she would care about him if the ring
meant what I was beginning to think it must mean. I felt myself get hard, in
seconds I was uncomfortably so.
I tried to find an unobtrusive way to align myself a bit better in my
jeans, Melisa took this the wrong the way and just lowered her head into my
lap. I sighed a quiet "fuck" to myself.
It obviously wasn't quiet enough, or she knew more about what was
happening to me physically than she let on. She turned her body and head just
enough to stare at me with those green eyes, smiling innocently. She was
pushing the envelope with me for her own reasons. I had no doubt it was some
kind of test, but for what I still did not know. My only recourse was to allow
the tease and test to continue, I laughed to myself in one quick exhalation,
and smiled down at her. I started stroking her hair.
Nice and innocent without necessarily being sexual, I figured. It
would also work to calm my body down a bit, focus all my nerve centers on my
hands instead of the my lap where inches away a beautiful mouth I wanted
kissing my skin, surrounding my dick was smiling in appreciation to my
acceptance of her purpose.
I tried to watch the rest of the movie.
Playing with her hair did succeed in calming me down, then again as a blonde
fanatic anything to do with blonde hair will usually calm me down.
The movie finished and she got up on hands and knees and crawled back
to the VCR. The view this time from up close was so much better. I could tell
now she was either wearing nothing underneath or something frustratingly
skimpy.
I could see the outline of the crease in her body, announcing to me
this was a woman as if I had any doubts. Again, a teasing wiggle here
and there. She hit the rewind button, and turned her head to watch me staring
at her. Her hips began a slow left to right, right to left motion, like the
swinging of a hypnotist's watch. Left to right, she would smile at me, right to
left smile again.
She let her head droop down, so I couldn't see anything but her ass
pointing her pussy at me like the barrel of a gun, threatening me with eternal
damnation if I should fail at whatever it was that she wanted me to do.
Her entire body began that side to side motion. Her ass and head
swaying on different sides of a pendulum, if her behind went left, her head
went right.My dick took quick notice, demanding that I take some sort of
immediate action preferably to walk on my knees right into that behind, to peel
the shorts and panties if there were any, down just far enough so I could
thrust myself inside her.
Now, her head began it's own independent motion forcing her hair to
be the other side of the pendulum to her ass. Her ass went left, that long
blonde hair went right.
She stopped, lay down on her stomach. I thanked her to myself, and was
at the same time disappointed that she had stopped.
She hadn't though.
She lay there on her stomach, occasionally I could see the muscles of
her thighs and butt clench.
She began the same left to right to left motion of ass, but this time
she would press down occasionally on the mattress. The hair was still moving
in the same motion right to left to right, there was a song playing in her head
slow and seductive and she was dancing to it for me.
I could now see a tiny wet spot, right where the inward crease in her
shorts said her pussy was.
She was masturbating herself on my bed, without touching herself.
I understood the lying down on her stomach now. It allowed her to press her
pubic mound onto the bed, and stimulate the area right above her clit, but
the head motion because she was using her upper body also worked to rub her nipples
left and right on the bed.
She did this for about five minutes. Her hair waving, left and right,
her pelvis taking her ass right and left, occasionally down.
Then she added a different thrust, she began to include an up and down
motion from her pelvis to her head. Every time, she pressed her pubic mound
into the bed she would push her herself either toward me or away from me,
adding motion to the pressure she was placing on her pubes. She was
alternating; pelvis pressed to the bed, slide towards me, side to side rubbing
herself on the bed, press her breasts into the bed, slide towards me more, side
to side on the bed,pelvis pressed to the bed slide away from me, side to side
rubbing herself on the bed, press her breasts into the bed, slide away from me
again, side to side rub on the bed. I watched fascinated, I'd seen xxx-rated movies
with women masturbating themselves, but nothing like this.
She never touched her pussy, all of it was proximate pressure to her
clit and whatever song was playing in her head.
The siren's song had me spellbound.
She sighed, cat-streched up to her knees with her arms extended in
front of her, her head reluctant to leave the mattress. This time she was
clenching the cloth in between her pussy lips for a few grips, then laid down
again.
She returned to the left to right, to me, away from me motion. Again,
she sighed and extended her ass up toward me clenching the cloth in the lips of
her pussy.
Finally, when she lowered herself again, the motion became more
purposeful. She didn't come back up again. She kept her pubic mound tightly
pressed against the bed. As she rubbed it, left to right, up and down on the
mattress, her breathing was becoming audible. The hair motion was a lot less
pronounced, she was keeping all motion concentrated between her pelvis and the
tips of her breasts on the bed. Left to right, up and down.
Finally the explosion of breath, and one wordless whimper that said
release. Small shivers traveled up and down her back, her legs landed in my lap
and she began to rub her feet with my abdomen, her calves with the inside of
my thighs. I realized I had been sitting up and forward the entire time of
her masturbation. I leaned back trying to relax, and not laugh in absolute
wonder of what she had just done. She began to swing her calves and feet to
lightly tap her toes on my stomach, I found this even funnier.
Finally, she got up on all fours, took the rewound movie out of the
VCR, and got off the bed.
She quickly put the movie in the VCR, leaned onto the edge of the
bed to give me a quick kiss on the lips, and smile into my eyes.
"You were wonderful." she said to me. I laughed into her lips, as I
reached forward to give her a quick kiss of her own.
"Bye" she said opening the door and making a quick getaway.
I lay down smiling up at the ceiling.
"What the hell was that about?", I heard my roommate ask.
I sat up suddenly to stare at him. I had forgotten he was in the room.
"That was Melisa Briar." he said. "My frat brothers and most of the
athletes nicknamed her the briar patch, she doesn't date, doesn't fuck,
doesn't anything."
I stopped smiling.
"What's up with her and you? What the hell did you do to her?" he
asked me.
I just stared at him coldly until he found it better to return to his
book when he figured out He had seen me in a fight once on a school bus, three
guys had gotten pushy with two of the girls on the bus. Small confined space,
short broad male where only one of them couldget to me at a time, it wasn't even
close. He had heard about that so he tended to do what most guys at the school did,
leave me alone.
I got up to take a really long cold shower.
In the shower, I wondered about this whole situation. Melisa had raised
the stakes to whatever it was Dr. Ryan was doing with me, whatever it was it
was obvious she was part of the prize to whatever it was they were doing to me.
I laughed to myself, nothing to do but wait until tomorrow afternoon
and my appointment with Dr. Ryan.
Chapter 2 Part B
Knowledge and Temptation
---Ask a man what the difference between sensual and sexual is. The answer will
tell you more about his love-making than anything short of letting him hold you
would.-------------------------------------------------------------------------
The next morning a knock at the door woke me.
I'd gone to sleep pretty late pondering exactly what Melisa's actions
meant. I knew she had been testing me, or at least my self-control. I know she
was offering herself to me, but only a part of herself, as if to say "Take me
tonight, but lose every night after!" I'd been aware of some of it consciously,
the rest was just natural. Masturbating on my bed is not an invitation to
touch, or at least not with this woman.
I looked up hoping my roommate was going to answer the door, but he
just rolled over to face the wall.
"Damn", I exhaled.
I got up slowly hoping the person would go away, and knowing she
wouldn't. I knew it was Melisa before I heard the second set of knocks. I was
beginning to learn my steps to this dance.
I opened the door slowly and there she was looking bright and beautiful
even this early in the morning.
"Hi", she said holding up a bag in front of my face from which I could
smell the sweet scent of some type of flavored coffee emanating.
"Breakfast", she continued smiling at me innocently. The innocence had
returned in her demeanor and her clothing; no nice shorts and no
tight t-shirt.
The smile on her faced changed to that teasing "I know what your
thinking." smile. I was beginning to see too much of that smile, it was
disconcerting to have this woman know what I was thinking, she also almost
seemed to know how I would react to different situations.
"No classes today.", she said to me as she half-brushed and half-pushed
her way by me into the room. It was not an unpleasant experience, the half-
brush-half-push.
I watched her as she put the bag with the wonderful coffee smells
down on my desk. Blue-jeans and a man's white thick shirt were not a bad
substitute for shorts and t-shirt, I thought to myself trying tothink ahead to
what might be on her schedule for me today. I gave up with a quick shake of my
head, I was perfectly capable of figuring out the steps while she was executing
them but it would be a waste of time to figure out what the next one without
knowing what music she was dancing to. All I could do was let her lead.
For now.
"You have a very important appointment today.", she told me opening up
my closet.
"Oh really." I smirked at her, half in question.
She just smiled back at me with a slight tease to her lips. She took a
step half into the closet and began to move hangers back and forth looking I
guess for something appropriate for the Dr. Ryan appointment that had in one
sentence from her become an interview.
"That's 'interview' isn't until 3 pm." I told her pointedly, "It's
only 8 am now, Melisa." I lay back down on the bed on my stomach, used my arms
to hold my head up from underneath my chin, and watch her. Well watched her ass
mostly. She was 5 inches shorter than I was but for a short woman had an
extremely nice ass. The jeans didn't hug her ass they just showed where curves
began and ended tracing the route gently.
"Yeah, but you have to shower and shave, grab breakfast." she answered
me pulling out a white shirt from the closet that almost exactly matched hers.
She put it up against her chest and looked down on it, I smiled pretty sure if
she and I became a combination in wherever she and Dr. Ryan were taking me I
was not going to be wearing that particular shirt very often.
"I thought the bag was breakfast." I said to her looking at the bag on
my desk.
"Nope, just coffee." She put the shirt back in the closet but obviously
apart from everything, she then began to sort through my clothes again placing
things into what she would and would not wear. I sighed to myself.
"So I'm to shower, shave, go breakfast and then what?" I asked sitting
up looking for where I had thrown the towel last night after my cold shower.
"Work" she said withdrawing from the closet her choice for the pants
I'd be wearing for the day, a pair of tan slacks sort of informally comfortable.
I guessed the interview would also be informal.
"How do you know so much about my schedule?" I asked forcefully.
"Tsk, Tsk" she said to me bending down to pick up the towel that had
been at the bottom of the closet. That's another reason I like jeans that fit
the way these did, with tight jeans if she bends over only the position is new.
These jeans hug the butt a little bit more with any movement in that area of
the body, so you have a part of her body being shaped slightly different and
the jeans give you the illusion that you're seeing a bit more.
She tossed the towel in my general direction and returned to searching
for a suitable shirt. I guessed then that explanations were going to be Dr.
Ryan's department. I walked over to my desk to get the small bucket containing
all my toiletries. I opened the bag, and took the coffee out of it to take a
quick sip. I hoped that it was black because she figured better to let me add to
it if I liked it differently, but somehow I doubted that.
I walked out of the room making sure not to stomp, part of whatever
this was, or at least her part was about my attitude to the whole situation.
Well, as long blonde and green eyes is waking me up in the morning I could deal
with, or at least deal with it better than if Dr. Ryan had woken me up.
I felt a little better after another cold shower. This time to cool
down the bit of temper that was surfacing. When I entered the room, she was
sitting on my bed next to the layout of clothes she wanted me to wear for the day.
She watched me as I walked in. I stared at her giving her the opportunity to look
away. I wanted her to look away. All that her looking at me change was going to do
was turn me on again.
She smiled refusing to take the hint.
I sighed and smiled to myself.
I've never been sure how attraction for a woman works but if she has
expressed a like it's generally safe to go in that direction, the opposite for
a dislike. She seemed willing and desirous of watching me, no reason to refuse
her, and maybe the favor of frustration that she had done me could be returned.
I took the towel of from around my waist pointing giving her my back at
the same time. I slowly dried my hair. I'm not a good shower drier, I usually
let the stuff dry on me if even that. I made sure to take my time for this
occasion.
After a couple minutes spent on my hair, I faced her, still using the
towel to dry my hair. Her eyes riveted themselves to my crotch, I could feel
myself becoming harder and harder under the pressure of her stare. I started to
dry other parts of my body and her eyes began to travel and absorb different
parts of me as I worked.
I'm not in the fantastic shape of body-builders or athletes.
The army had tried to put its stamp on my body, large upper body long
muscular legs shaped for distance and not power. Unfortunately, I was too short
for the long part and they had to settle for muscular. I've always been too wide
for my height. I had shoulders wider than most of my friends over 6 feet tall, and
was only 5' 6. It made me seem much bigger than I actually was.
Since the army, I'm utilitarian in my workouts. Mostly three times a week,
a half-hour on the stair-master and one exercise focusing on strength for every
part of the body. It was enough to give me a little bit of everything strength,
tone, and natural size.
I could see she was appreciating it.
I dried myself off but just leaned on the back on the desk, I wanted to
see how much would be enough for her.
After awhile my hard-on came close to painful in its insistence for
more than just being looked at, I decided to get dressed. She had an incredible
gusto for just looking, something to keep in mind for later I'm sure.
She watched me as I put on deodorant and got dressed. She sighed to her
self almost forlornly as the last button on my shirt was buttoned.
She did enjoy looking.
We walked to the cafeteria for breakfast. I grabbed a quick healthy
breakfast and found us an isolated place to sit.
We ate quietly.
After we were finished, I looked at the clock. It was only 9:30, I
still had an hour before I had to be at the computer lab. I sat back on the
chair and stared at Melisa.
"You know last night's..." I searched for a proper word.."little
incident on my bed is going to be talked about. My roommate is in a fraternity
that has it's own nickname for you. Plus it's not like you're not well known so
the world will travel around the campus."
"This school is too big for it to really affect me." she replied
calmly. "And anyone that knows me either won't believe it or will know who's
bed it was in."
"What difference does who's bed it was in make?" I asked.
"The bus incident." she replied in a voice that said I should have
known that.
Like I said there had been a small incident last semester of three guys
harassing two girls on a bus. One of the guys ended up slapping one of the
girls, so I kind of bitch-slap him. I don't care for the word bitch-slap but
have to admit that it perfectly describes the contempt I put into it.
It wasn't much of a fight after that.
"Only one other girl in my sorority knows you. We were both asked to
point you out if we were walking with a sorority sister and saw you." she
continued.
"It wasn't much of a fight" I said looking around the cafeteria "They
were drunk, couldn't all get to me at once, it was a confined space. Everything
worked to my advantage."
"Modest, too." she replied to that smiling to herself.
It wasn't really. Most guys hate the thought of three things when it
comes to getting beat up; having a girl, a fag, or someone shorter than them be
the one that does it. They can get irrational so it's not good to have stories
floating around that they might do something that will make you have to do real
damage to convince them its not worth it.
"My dad explained to me a few things when the boys at my school picked
on me," she said staring at me "He said the worst people to fight were those
with high pain tolerances, that know how to cause damage and have an absolute
willingness to cause whatever damage is necessary."
I stared back at her expressionless.
She smiled, looked away, "No one that matters is going to say anything
to me." she continued to no one in particular. "I mean you get into a fight with
three guys for a girl you don't even know. Most guys are smart enough to know what
will happen if they pick on someone that uses your mattress as a masturbatory aid."
She laughed quietly turning to look at me again.
I smiled at her, it's hard to stay anything but enjoyable towards the
Melisa I was beginning to get to know.
We talked about our schedules for the next year, until I had to go to
work. She walked me to the lab and told me not to be late to the appointment
with Dr. Ryan. She gave me a quick kiss on the base of my neck before she
walked away. I stayed outside looking after her, and then in the direction she
had gone for a bit before going inside.
I left the lab at 2:30 and went to the student center to grab a quick
bite to eat before I went to talk to Dr. Ryan. Rachel was sitting down in front
of the pizza stand, she said hello as I passed by. She was someone that I'd
been wanting since my freshman semester her. She never gave even a hint she
even held the beginning of a belief that I was male in her pretty blonde head
though. This left me pretty much high and dry with her. Unfortunately, every
time I thought I'd stop wanting her, I saw her and realized "Nope, still want
her just as badly maybe more so." The whole situation was become a serious
depressant, and believe me it takes a lot to depress me.
I didn't stay to talk to her, just said hello, got a slice and walked
away. That was pretty much what I was reduced to with her, say hello, smile,
and just walk away.
I walked over to the English building and worked my way to Dr. Ryan's
office.
His door was wide open this time. I smiled widely as I walked in. I was
pretty sure I was just expected to walk in.
He was sitting in his chair facing the door. He smiled widely as I
walked in.
"Hi David," he said "How you doing today?"
"I'm okay." I replied sitting down at the chair across from him.
He watched me for a few seconds, I watched him back. I didn't know what
was going on so I figured silence was the best policy.
"So any questions?" he asked me with a touch of laughter in his voice
bordering on smugness.
I just stared at him. I've been practicing being quiet and waiting for
a long time, I could wait for whatever was about to happen here. I was sitting
too far away to study the ring on his left hand any closer than I had up to
now.
He took the ring off and tossed it to me.
"Go ahead and look at it." he told me.
He watched me as I studied it carefully.
The band wasn't gold like Melisa's was, it looked like platinum, not
shiny enough to be silver. The stone was black like an onyx but I didn't know
rocks well enough to determine if an onyx could be flattened to this extent.
The band also didn't have the etchings that Melisa's ring had on hers, this
was a much simpler band, in that way at least. The crest on the stone was
exceptional, though. The beautiful and detailed artistry was evident even from
a cursory study, I tried to inspect the crest deeply but I couldn't quite
get to where the detail ended. All that the staring resulted in was the
beginning of a fierce headache I had to focus on the entire crest instead of
any detail of it. It wasn't really a crest, from a distance it looked like a
crest but up-close though one could see it was actually a drawing of a gold
dragon bathed in gold flame. You couldn't tell if the dragon was reveling in
the flames or being consumed by them.
I stood up, walked over to Dr. Ryan and handed the ring back.
I sat back down, looked at him, I really wanted to know what this was
all about but if I was going to be played with the way he and Melisa had been
playing with me, it was on them to take every first step until I knew what
morass I had fallen into.
"The rings, mine and Melisa's are the key to this mystery. I've
immersed you in, David." he said his eyes growing quiet.
"Let me tell you a story, David." he continued, "Then you tell me if
you believe it or not."
"A movement begins in ancient Greece arising from one of the examples
Aristotle argues against in his lectures. Plato wrote about them in his books.
The movement is about supermen. That some men are the elite of society and they
should run things. They are the center of society, and that society works
almost constantly against them, to hold them down." He stood up from to pull
down an Ayn Rand book from his shelf, he tossed it at me.
I looked at the cover and smiled. "The masses, the mediocre seek to
destroy the elite from among them." I said tossing the book back.
"Yes, that's how this movement began." he said staring at the book.
"But, of course, as Aristotle said the masses arose and destroyed the
few that had banded together. Erasing any mention of them from history." he
smiled to himself.
"The movement didn't die though, it went underground. But whenever this
happens a movement changes in its fundamental values. This movement did also.
Instead of seeking to rule the masses, to grasp political power, the members
decided instead to work together to protect themselves, to build a network that
would allow them to live their lives, and the lives of those they chose to
replace them in the way they believed it should be."
"A fairy tale" I said smirking.
He smirked back.
"Yes, we think that's how our Society started. We're pretty sure about
the dating right around Aristotle's time. But we're not sure about the rest."
"And now?"
"And now what?" he asked me back.
"Melisa's ring isn't about living life the way you want to live
it?" I replied.
"It isn't?" he asked. He continued, "The Society has changed in 2000
years, David. The focus is still the same, freedom from those that would choose
to interfere with how we desire to live our life in the name of pluralism."
I waited trying to piece together the incomplete picture he was giving
me.
"This is kind of difficult to explain, David. I'm not one of the
experts in our history." he continued. "How about if I do it this way?"
"Fairy tale or truth?", he asked "Today there is a society of twenty-
two thousand members. Two thousand of those members are what the .... civilized
world would call the Dominants. We prefer to call ourselves Brothers and ..
well, Brothers will suffice for now. Twenty thousand members of the society are
Submissives or Siblings."
"The rings?" I asked.
"There are several kinds of rings but for now, it's enough to say there
are three common rings. A white ring like Melisa wears is a Sibling ring. A
black ring like mine is a Brother's ring. If a white ring has a crest on, it
means the Sibling is crested and has been accepted as the sole responsibility of
one Brother."
"And the relationship between Siblings and Brothers?" I asked him.
"Also hard to explain," he replied, "Only a Sibling can tell you why
they wear the ring. So the relationships that they will accept can vary between
Sibling to Sibling. Let me ask you, most people find the words dominants and
submissives to be useful, but what did you think of the Sibling's performance
on me the other day?"
I stopped to think about it.
"Heinlein's character in "Stranger in a Strange Land" used to make
women faint from kissing them." I said hesitantly. "Heinlein wrote that it was
because when he kissed he wasn't thinking of anything else at that moment, not
even of kissing her. His entire being was centered on kissing the woman, it
becomes too intense for her to handle. That's what I thought about this...
Sibling. She didn't seem to be thinking about anything technique, your
pleasure, if she was enjoying it or not. She looked as if everything she was at
that moment was about giving you pleasure."
"That's not really covered in submissive." he told me. "Don't get me
wrong, not every Sibling behaves like the Doris. Like I said each has their
reason for the ring, and each accepts, and will accept a different type of
relationship with a Brother."
"Nothing universal?" I asked him.
"Very few will ever reject a Brother's pleasure, they may not offer
something more than that. But rejections for just pleasure are extremely rare."
I raised my eyebrows questiongnly.
"Usually it's an error. The Sibling won't be wearing a crested ring
so a Brother doesn't know enough not to ask. Those are pretty much the
only rejections I've ever heard of."
"Why two thousand and twenty thousand?" I asked him.
"The number of brothers is set." he replied, "It was decided a long
time ago and probably won't be changed until the world hits a population mass
over 10 billion. The number of Siblings tends to fluctuate, and is so much
larger than Brothers because our screening of them isn't as rigorous."
"Screening?"
"Yes, you've been thoroughly screened before your attention was
focussed onto the rings."
"How did you manage that?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to like
the answer.
He unlocked one of the drawers in his desk, pulled a folder out and
pointed it at me before putting it down on his desk.
"David Feather" he recited "July 20, 1970. Left at the doorstep of a
Catholic orphanage in New York City. worked your way through the foster care
system, until you graduated high school. The foster care records all say the
same thing. Intelligent, a loner, doesn't get into trouble, but can't be
pushed. You joined the army as soon social services set you loose on the
world. Four year tour of duty in the infantry, Panama deployment but no combat
duty in the Gulf even though you did try to transfer the day your unit was
missioned not to go. The army wanted to keep you, their records recommend
that you be pointed in the direction of special forces and officer training.
Received and invittion to apply to West Point every year that you were in uniform."
"It makes good reading if one is smart enough to read between the
lines" he told me. "Things like how does your type of personality develop from
a social services program most people admit doesn't work properly? How you knew
enough without having advice to ensure take the GI bill options when you
joined? You saved a tremendous amount of your money while you were in the army
in preparation for being here. A lot of things that would make anyone want to
take a second look at you."
I watched him now, I had been right I didn't like the answer.
"Don't feel uncomfortable." he told me waving a hand at me
depreciatingly, "We've actually been watching you for a long time. You ran
across one of the Brothers in grammar school. A fantastic educator. He
suggested that you be adopted even back then, but few of the Brother's homes
are what you would consider a family environment. So we had to let watching
you suffice."
"Do all candidates for whatever you want from me, get this much
attention?" I asked pointedly.
"More." he said simply. "You were easy. We just had to keep tabs on
you. Usually we have to spend two years making sure a candidate to Brotherhood
in the Society will not be a disappointment to the other Brothers or harmful
to Siblings."
"Is that all?"
"Nope, then there's the psych evaluation you took last year."
I sighed remembering.
An advertising agency had offered me five hundred dollars to take a
full psych eval. They said that they were attempting to get rid of certain
factors in the choices that my age male made in buying condoms. The problem
was that the last couple sets of variables they needed to ensure did not
affect choices were not easy to catch in the right combinations. They refused
to tell me the variables, something about if I accepted they wanted me not to
focus on the questions from that angle. It was an all day Saturday event, but
for five hundred dollars earned in one day, I was willing to blow a Saturday.
The door opened.
Melisa walked in. She was wearing a short white summer dress, white
espadrils and had her hair down and loose. She smiled at Dr. Ryan and me,
taking the last seat in the room.
She started staring at me.
"So what now?" I asked Dr. Ryan but looking at Melisa.
"The Brothers of our Society would like to extend you an invitation
to take a Master's Ring as your own, and call us Brothers."
"And the last few days were temptation." I said.
"Knowledge" Melisa spoke before Dr. Ryan could. "We wanted you
know what you would be turning down if you denied yourself the ring."
"You?" I asked.
"Yes." she said simply. "Doris, too and every other uncrested Sibling that
is available for your pleasure."
"Freedom." Dr Ryan finished for her.
He looked at me for a while before he continued, "You want to earn a JD
and MBA for that you need a school with a dual degree program. How's Stanford?"
I looked away from Melisa to Dr. Ryan.
"It's actually not a bad program for what you want. It's in California.
We can get you letters of recommendation from a Senator, a Governor, and a
Congressman, a few people in your fields. The money wouldn't be an issue for
you either."
"Knowledge." Melisa whispered.
I looked at her.
"I'm temptation." she said. "Everything else is just letting you know
what you would be giving up."
"I like to earn what I get." I said.
"You did." she replied.
Dr. Ryan laughed.
"We wouldn't be getting you in." he said, "But the letters of
recommendation help. And let's be honest these people know you better than any
professor or boss knows anyone they give a recommendation for. Every Brother has
had access to your life, like you would if you became a Brother. Anything we
give you, you earned by becoming someone we want as part of our family."
I spent a minute looking at each of them alternately. They just
stared back me knowing what my answer would have to be.
"So all I do is say yes."
Melisa beamed at me. Dr. Ryan smiled.
"Yes, and no. Yes, all you have to do is say yes. No, seven of the
Brothers still have to interview you. They all have to agree that you're
someone that we want in the Society."
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Then again, we've never had a candidate fail in any part of the training.
So you ."
"Failed? Training?", I interrupted questioningly.
"Yes, do you think we would turn you lose on twenty thousand people who
believe a black ring on your finger means you have a right to their body upon
command. That you are someone they could count on for protection, to be their
foundation if it's only for one night. Not a chance." Dr. Ryan said to me,
weighing my with his eyes.
"What do you mean foundation?" I asked him.
"Do you think people wear the white ring just because they have this
instinctive desire to be submissive?" he replied.
"For a lot of us, it's a trade-off" Melisa continued for him, "The
Brothers are a foundation for us to belive in, something we can build out from.
A family with more connections. An escape from the world. A lot of different
reasons, we like having the Brothers in our life, and for a lot of us the
only price is sex with some of the best lovers we could have. Men we would take
as our lovers anyway if given the opportunity. And not even all Brothers have sex
with us. I know plenty of Siblings that have never made love to a Brother."
"They give us everything we ask for. The only obligation we are held
to, and even then it's still our choice, is for something most of us would
gladly give to them anyway."
Dr. Ryan stared at Melisa.
She blushed attractively.
He smiled at me saying "Listen to her, even if that's not she did over-
answer the question."
Melisa blushed again.
"So you don't want me turned loose upon twenty thousand people who
would instinctively trust me without being absolutely sure I'm worthy of that
trust. What does the training concern?"
"That's between you and your trainer." he told me.
I noticed Melisa grinning at me out of the corner of my eye. As I
turned to her, the grin got wider. I couldn't help myself, I had to give her
a silly grin of my own.
I turned back to Dr. Ryan.
"A Sibling?" I asked.
"Of course.", he replied. "Think about it. Using the vocabulary of the
civilized world, would you let a slave train another slave."
"No." I said immediately.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Real slave, or sexual slave." I asked.
"Both" he replied.
"Real slave. A slave can't teach another instant obedience. You have to
worry about them being lenient, they're essentially in the same position so
empathy is too easy to achieve between them. You would run the risk that the
new slave is just mimicking the actions of the first one."
He shrugged, motioning me to continue.
"Sexual slaves are more difficult. Take Doris, She couldn't learn what
she did through hearsay. You can't tell her different things, and expect her
to react in that situation the way you've told her to react. If he moves to the
left because you do this, then do that. It's not enough, she would end up
guessing when she's there. It's also easier if you get the slave immediately
used to the Dominant's pleasure. You're training her to react in a certain way
to a type of person, a slave can't mimic that reaction well enough, it's not
just about the sex. A lot of what she did is instinct, especially if she is
dealing with many different people. With two thousand Brothers, if you want
her to react properly, it has to be instinct. Not training, her body has to react
differently in perfect conjunction with whoever she's with.
I doubt another Sibling could teach that."
"So?" Dr Ryan urged.
"It wouldn't make any sense to have a Dom train another Dom. A slave
has to do it. Only a Sibling, and being with a Sibling can teach me what
she wants, what she needs, unless I'm with them it's just hearsay. You couldn't
give me any experience that counts." I said turning to look at Melisa.
"So you're my trainer." I asked her.
"We prefer to say First Sibling." she told me.
I nodded.
I got up, and stared at a corner of the room.
"When are the interviews?" I asked.
"Three tommorrow, and four on Sunday." Dr. Ryan said.
"Where?"
"The Ramada." he said, "Melisa will guide you through it. They start
at 9 am."
I nodded and walked out.
Later that night as I sat watching the news, Melisa opened the door
to my room and walked in.
"Hi!" she said leaning onto my bed.
"Hello." I replied.
She watched me for a couple of minutes watching TV.
"They didn't ask me to train you." she said finally.
I turned to look at her. She was wearing my shirt this time, I couldn't
see what she was wearing for bottoms.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." she said looking down at
the mattress.
I put my index finger under her chin and lifted her face so she would
have to look at me.
"Siblings have access to the same information as Brothers.", she
shrugged, "I knew you were going to be invited. I had already made the decision
to become a Sibling. You would be the closest Brother to my age."
"The safest.", she whispered.
"Scared?" I asked her after a few seconds of silence.
She got onto the bed and curled up against me.
"A little bit. I mean I've only had sex once, but I'm suppose to train
you. To make sure you don't hurt a Sibling inadvertently. I've got to teach you
control.", she smiled at me weakly.
I lay down, she followed me down to rest her head on my shoulder. She
started to stroke my chest through the t-shirt. I turned into her so I could
run my fingers up and down her spine. She cuddled closer to me.
I lay there thinking about the whole situation. I pulled the t-shirt
out of her shorts so I could be in contact with her skin.
She arched her back, when I started to rub small circles onto the
small of her back.
She sat up pulled the t-shirt over her head and off her body, and
tossed it beside the bed. She was wearing a flesh toned bra underneath it, it
was not much more than a wisp of fabric, just enough to tease. I was glad this
time my roommate would not be around, since he goes home for weekends.
She lay back down, this time slightly on top of me. I placed my finger-
tips gently on the middle of her lower back where her spine met the shorts. I
started running the pad of my fingertips, up and down her spine making sure
I didn't make contact with my nails.
Up and down her back slowly.
Then I wet my fingertips on my tongue and went back to moving my fingertips
on her back, I tried to make it so only the moisture on my fingers is what touched
her.
I slowly pulled myself out from under her. She let me, lying on the bed
on her stomach.
I got up, turned the tv set off. I walked over to the stereo and put on
Vangelis themes on the cd player.
I got back on the bed. I straddled her thighs imprisoning them between
my knees.
I placed my palms on either side of her spine on her lower back. I did
it slowly first the heel of the hand, then I rolled my hands down and out so
that as each new spot of my skin touched her, another part of my hand stopped
touching her. I did this until only the pads of my fingertips were touching her.
I brushed my fingertips slowly up her back. When I reached her bra-
strap, I inserted my right index finger underneath it and ran it from left to
right on her skin, and then back from right to left.
She put her hands underneath her, for a moment and I felt the bra
loosen. She stretched her arms forward so I could it take it off of her body.
I removed it.
I ran the lacy part of the cups up and down her back, making sure that
the back of her neck felt the gentle caress of the lace. I tossed it next to the
bed after a few passes.
I put my hands down flat on her shoulder blades, I started to massage
her back slowly, but only by pressing my hands down on different portions of
her back. First high, placing my hands above her shoulder blades, pressing
down, then her lower back, pressing down.
I repeated it, but this time pushing my palms toward her head when I
pressed down. I could begin to feel her relax, as I ensured that her entire back
got attention.
I returned to light fingertip touches up and down her back, every now
and then touching her sides.
I pulled the elastic of her shorts down a bit so I could run my
fingertips right and left along the skin that cloth had just been touching.
When my fingertips were at her sides, I ran them up her torso until they
came into contact with her breasts, I ran each finger individually along
what little of her breasts I could touch. She raised her buttocks up into
my groin, lifting her upper body just enough so I could circle her areola
with each fingertip, and then lightly swat her nipple with my thumb. She
pressed her ass harder into me. I used my crotch to press her back onto the
bed.
I took my t-shirt off, and lay myself gently on top of her. I put more
of my weight on her bringing more and more of my skin into contact with her. I
rubbed my chest on her back running myself down her body, until I breathe onto
the small of her back. I'm sparsely haired on my chest so the contact for her
was mostly warm skin with just a tickle of hair.
I blew on the juncture between her shorts and her back, left to right
and back to the left again. She lifted her hips to press her ass into my chest,
I pressed back down against her preventing her hips from coming off the
mattress. I came off of her but just enough to trap her calves with my knees
this time. I reached to each side of body and ran my hands from as high as
I could reach on her torso without moving to the elastic on her shorts. I
grabbed her shorts from each side and used the grip to pull her hips off the
bed and closer to me, she raised herself to me willingly. I stopped her halfway
to my body, all I wanted was to lower her shorts to her knees, that
accomplished I brought my groin into contact with her buttocks and used my
weight to lower her onto the bed again.
I ran myself down her body again using my chest to massage her skin,
this time I kept going until I could blow into the space between her ass
cheeks, grabbing her knees I sat up onto my calves bending her legs at the
knees so her feet would be on my chest. I grabbed her shorts using them to
lift her knees off the bed to allow me to take them completely off her. I
tossed them beside the bed.
I placed my fingertips on the inside of her knees and ran them up her
calves, onto the sole of her feet to her toes. I blew down the sole of her foot
so that she felt the coldness of air on the heel of her foot. I repeated the
gentle blast of air on the other foot.
I ran the pads of my fingers down the sole of her feet, I repeated
the motion with the heel of my hand, applying more than gentle pressure this
time.
I lay her legs down.
I shifted myself around to kneel beside at her waist, this would
give me the most access to her body. I started to run the pads of my fingers
on any part of her skin I could reach without bending forward.
I kept this up until by the upward thrust of her hips I could see
she wanted more.
I shifted my body again to her feet.
I reached down until my lips made contact with the skin at her ankles.
A long time ago, I watched a movie where a couple played a game of
Touch-NoTouch. You try to get as close to the person without actually touching,
the object of the game is to make the other person touch you first.
I find this game much more interesting if played with a leader. Namely,
I try to come as close to touching her with hands, lips, and tongue without
actually touching her. You get the occasional flicks but not enough to satisfy
her if she really wants you. Places where she has hair like the back of her
neck, or her arms is the most fun. You can move the hair around with your lips
without actually touching skin, going against the grain works especially well.
I did this to Melisa.
I lifted my lips from her skin. I took my hands and tried to get them
as close to her as I could without touching, and ran my hands down where
her aura would be. I could feel her react in different places as I could
not control the motion enough to keep the notouching perpetual. As I did it
to her back I could see her beginning to rub her chest on the bed.
I ran my hands along the hair of her arms. Here it was easier not to
touch skin having hair to tell me when to stop pressing downward.
I stopped the motion with my hands, and returned to my position
kneeling at her feet.
I placed my palms on either side of her and used them to keep myself
of her as i lowered my self, until my lips violated her aura.
I let my breath fall to her skin. I proceeded then to trace her
aura with my lips. Occasionally I would make contact but again not enough to
satisfy her. Anywhere, I encountered hair I would move it around with just the
skin of my lips.
I made sure that that my body made no contact with hers. At the small
of her back, I extended my tongue outwards, even closer to her skin than my lips,
until I knew she could feel the minute change of moisture in the air around
the area that my tongue produced.
I returned to traveling via her aura along her body, at her arms I
made sure that I sensitized every hair pore by moving each strand around with
my lips.
I moved up to her neck. I took my hands and gathered her hair out of my
way. She pushed her forehead into the pillow, trying desperately it seemed to
control her breathing.
I activated every nerve ending I could by moving every small hair with
my lips in circles. I was being extra careful this time to not touch her skin.
I extended my tongue and move the hair around it with it also.
I moved my lips around her neck, to her shoulders. Making absolutely
no contact with her skin, it wasn't time for that yet.
I moistened the air around the skin of her neck and her shoulders.
I quietly lay myself on top of her, making skin to skin contact with
her ankles, the back of thighs, the back of her thighs. Pushing my groin into
her ass, her back.
Finally, I bit down onto the juncture of her trapezius muscle and the
base of neck.
She pushed up into me, whimpering gently.
I let go of her, and lay down beside her facing the ceiling.
She pulled herself on me so that her upper body lay mostly on top of me
and threw a leg over mine.
I smiled up to ceiling.
There are moments in a seduction, the seductee can take over from the
seduction.
I listened to Melisa's breathing even out into sleep.
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