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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is
intended for a mature audience.
Copyright 1997.  Distribute freely, but change nothing.       
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SYNOPSIS: Jared's secret love seeks refuge with him from her boyfriend
after he assaults her.  She admits her feelings for him, which are
mutual.


                           =====================
                                -[ Lydia ]-
                              Brother Cadfael
                       Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com 


Lydia worked at the music store that I frequented.  My almost daily
purchases gave us the opportunity to become familiar with each other
and build a friendship.  I would often take her to lunch during her
lunch hour and she would occasionally stop in at my office after her
shift just to say hello.

She had a boyfriend at the time and I stayed my distance in that
respect.  But she was a lady of great intellect and wisdom.  I found
myself lost in the gaze of her eyes sometimes and when she would touch
my hand, or my arm or even kiss my cheek, I felt electricity.

She knew everything.  She could discuss music, philosophy, Karl Marx,
astronomy, and chemistry on a level equal to or greater than my own.
She fascinated me and easily held my attention.

I would joke with her that I must be cursed to finally meet the
perfect woman, only to find her already involved with someone.  But
her friendship was not just a consolation prize as far as I considered
it.  I appreciated our relationship for it's intricacies and it's
depth.  It was a unique relationship that I would never find again.

This day, I stopped to bring her an iced Latte and thank her for
suggesting the movie I had rented the night before.

She pulled me aside and her voice caught in her throat.

"Jared..." She was uncomfortable and nervous.  I had never seen her
eyes move so unsure nor her hands shake like this.

"Are you okay, Lydia?" I asked.

"I-- no.  My arm..." She slid the sweater down her arm on one side,
revealing a dark bruise on the upper part of it.

My mouth hung open and I asked, "Who did this?"

"John.  He was angry because he said I wasn't spending enough time
with him.  Wanted me to cut my hours at work and spend more with him."
A tear slid down her cheek and she moved for me, clinging to my body
with her shaking hands snagging my jacket.

I only held her.  Patted her back and spoke quietly into her ear.  I
couldn't say much.  To tell her his behavior was unacceptable would be
an offense to her intelligence and common sense.  And to tell her 'it
will be alright' would be patronizing.  So I held her.

"I'm leaving him," she said.  She looked up at me and my face must
have shown my surprise.  "I have no place to stay."

"You know my door is always open to you.  I'll be home tonight if you
like."

Lydia smiled.  She thanked me and returned to work.  I watched her for
a moment before leaving.  I watched her brush her long black hair away
from her face and touch her red lips with the tips of her black
fingernails.

She was my Gothic Angel.  And seeing her upset pulled my heart from my
chest.



I returned home to find that Lydia had already let herself in with the
key I had long ago given her.  Her hair hung loose and she wore only a
long purple nightshirt.  Her legs were smooth and shapely.  I avoided
looking at them long enough to ask her if she had been mugged of her
clothing in the hallway.

She laughed, "I thought I would like to take a warm bath.  I was just
getting ready."

"By all means," I said.

"But now that you're home, I think I'd like to sit with you and talk."
I smiled.  Lydia took my hand and we sat on the sofa.  She held my
hand in hers as we spoke. "This may be an inappropriate time to bring
this up, but..." Her eyes shifted from mine and she stared at our
hands.

"What is it?"  I asked.

"This isn't something I had ever planned to bring up.  Seeing what
recently happened though..." She looked up, "Jared, I like you a lot.
You mean a lot to me."

"My feelings are the same for you, Lydia."

She smiled.  "Thank you.  I know.  But I...  I love you Jared.  And
I'm attracted to you.  Physically...  Mentally...  You are what I
thought John was."

I was flattered and pleased.  "I am very attracted to you, as well.
I'm open to...  whatever it is that you are suggesting."

"I guess I'm...  I..." She gave up trying to express herself in words
and kissed me.  She moved back and looked for a reaction in my face.
I think she felt assured by whatever she saw.  Her hands released
mine, and then I felt her fingers touch the backs of my hands.  Her
fingers encouraged me to touch her thighs, which is where my hands had
laid when she released them.

I caressed her right thigh with my right hand and followed her body as
she reclined against the sofa's cushions.  She spread her knees enough
so that I could lie against her, with legs straddling my body.  Still
engaged in the kiss, she unbuttoned her nightshirt and offered her
breasts to my hands.  I touched her left breast and felt her body move
with me.  Her skin was warm.  Her body emitted so much heat that I
started to sweat.

I felt a hand at my jeans.  Lydia deftly unzipped my pants and took my
penis into her hand.  She rubbed the head against her crotch.  I
gasped as I realized that she wore nothing at all beneath that
nightshirt and her wetness made me sigh.  She pressed her hips upward
and tried to coax me into her willing body.

I pushed her away, gently.

"I'm sorry," I said to her softly, "I love you.  I truly do."

"But why--" she interrupted.  I put a finger to her lips, silencing
her.

"I love you more than I could tell you.  I want to have a relationship
with you, not just sex."

"Jared," she whispered.  A smiled brushed across her face and I felt
her fingers trace my cheek.

"I want to make-love to you.  Intensely.  I've wanted few things more
in my life.  Let's wait.  We don't have to wait forever.  But at least
wait until you're sure you aren't just doing this to cover the pain of
John."

"Jared," she repeated, "You're sweet...  I'm not making a mistake, I
know.  But I will wait.  But if I have to wait too long, I'm likely to
just help myself to you."

I smiled and held her close to me.  That night, we slept together.
Both of us were naked and I drifted to sleep with her warm body
pressed against me.  I bathed in the warmth of her and the subtle
beauty of every subtle twitch movement.  I already felt like we were
making love...

                                  - fin -

                           =====================
                                -[ Lydia ]-
                              Brother Cadfael
                                   -30-
                                                                        


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