She slammed me against the wall
Still frozen with shock I was barely aware of the impact. Before I could retaliate she pinned me back with the force of her body. I felt her warm flesh press against my own a sensation that both pleased and terrified me.
Awkwardly I struggled under her weight trying feebly to free myself from her. My strength was frustratingly stunted and as I saw by the way she smiled at me it had occurred to her that I was powerless against her.
‘This is what you want isn’t it?’ she whispered in soft voice as she affectionately nuzzled her check against my neck. I placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed with what little strength I could monger.
‘Don’t fight me’ she whispered as her hands traced in insides of my wrists then pushed my arms apart. My strength gave way uselessly and when she placed my arms flat against the wall I felt her hands make their way into my own clasping them as she held them down.
My body trembled under hers. She continued to nestle against me lowering herself to my chest and as she pulled the collar of my shirt down she placed a small kiss on my navel. Her lips felt soft yet foreign against my skin both tantalizing and unbearable. She made her way back up stopping to cuddle up against my neck again and placed several soft kisses in her wake.
My heart pounded laboriously within my chest and I opened my senses to feel her heart throbbed identically. I concentrated on her heart beat and felt a minor calm wash over me. She noticed the slight drop in my defences and responded by advancing further. I felt her leg come in-between my own dividing them apart then wrapping around my left leg pressing her thighs into my crotch. Her every movement seemed to rub against me and I felt myself respond to her touch. I saw her eyes light up as she noticed this response and she moved her face to my own. She smiled alluringly and rested her forehead against my mine and whispered reassuring words to me. I felt enthralled in this especially potent mix of dread and desire. She leaned further in a covered my mouth with hers.
She forced my lips open and I felt her tongue invade my mouth and caress my tongue. The sensation was uncomfortable and unnatural deteriorating me even more. My knees gave way and if not for the pressure against me I would of fallen down. She released my hand and started to probe the length of my body with her fingers. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine. She moved down and molested my manhood. I hardened even more to her touch. She released my mouth and dropped her attention to her fondling. I couldn’t breath, what was she doing to me? Why can’t I fight her? How did this even happen?
***
It was another early Thursday morning. I drudgingly pulled myself out of bed forcing myself to accept what must be done. My conviction was short lived. I practically fell asleep in the shower. Having taken too long in the shower I had to rush about and prepare for work. I groped about in the dark for some cloths and quickly got dressed. I decided to go with the less formal dress that day not having the time or patience to iron anything. Father’s sudden presence startled me. He had the day off work and still woke up early to give me a lift to the bus stop. I could easily drive but getting dropped off allows me the habit of walking home which is exercise I know I need.
As I waited for the bus I leaned against the rail overlooking the channel. I exhaled a puff of smoke into the frosty air. It pleased me that even at my age breathing out steam on cold mornings amused me. When the bus arrived it was a little less crowded than usually and as I boarded I took note of the familiar faces pondering what each of them does up Perth. I took my seat and removed my book from my bag and quickly immersed myself in my reading. The trip to Perth takes about an hour and ten minutes where I switch busses and take another twenty-five minute bus trip to Cannington to where I work. I look up to take a glimpse of the sun rise every day but mainly concentrate on my reading.
Although, each day I do make sure I spend some time to spot someone. She stands in the same spot each morning and seemed to be as keen to look out for me as I am her.
I guess this is where it started.
The bus veered up as it usually does and I had positioned my book so that I could peak over it and view her once again. As it pulled up I found she wasn’t there. I lowered the book to have a better look. Preoccupied with my scanning a sudden interruption startled me. ‘Looking for someone?’ she asked as she sat down in the seat in front of me.
Her green eyes probed into my own and her dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail revealing her well defined features. She was fine boned and portrayed a sort of sexual deviance.
‘Not really,’ I finally managed in a suspicious speculation.
My first words to her were a lie.
‘Where ya’ going,’ She continued as if unfazed.
I narrowed my eyes, ‘First coffee shop, then work….’
‘Mind if I join ya’ then’ She paused to consider what she just said, ‘For the coffee that is, well, if you don’t mind,’
After watching her for so long at this bus stop I had never really thought to ever talk to her and now that she was before me and being so upfront I really didn’t know what to say. The bus took off leaving the bus stop behind and it suddenly dawned on me the only reason she took this bus was to talk to me.
After such a long silence she leaned back disappointedly but motion seemed to snap me out of my line of thought and recalling some manners I smiled at her apologetically and said, ‘It will be my pleasure,’
As she smiled her eyes lit up and I saw a warm affection in them which made me sympathetic to her.
We talked for awhile and she earnestly asked questions barely leaving room for me to find anything out about her. She wanted to know about my work then after finding lack of girlfriend she keenly took that direction taking from me the whole virginity thing. Having run out of time I found I knew very little about her. I don’t know why I was telling her everything she asked but it just didn’t occur to me that I needed to hold my tongue.
When I told her I needed to open up the office she told me something I could never have anticipated.
‘I want to see you after you finish working. More over, I want to sleep with you,’ the words rolled of her tongue as if she was commenting on the weather. She cocked an eyebrow and widened her smile. I had guessed it was a jest.
‘That bus stop across the street, If you are there about 5pm you can do whatever you want to me,’ I challenged.
‘Whatever I want?’ she taunted.
‘Whatever your hearts content monami, and with that I bid thee fare well’
‘I’ll be seeing you,’ she called after me.
***
I hadn’t really thought about it much at work. I had an assessment due in that I needed to complete in time to be resubmitted. It wasn’t until after I left work she even crossed my mind again. I was walking to the bus stop and her face suddenly popped up in my mind. I smiled to myself at her jest and laughed at the idea of her being there.
‘You said five o’clock…’ she grumbled. I stared at her in diss belief. With the sudden threat of her being serious I realised what I had told her might come into affect. ‘Didn’t think I’d come did you?’ she asked.
‘Unor, not really, I’m sorry, you can’t be serious..’ I started.
‘You gave me your word,’ she protested.
I composed myself and I reluctantly said, ‘Do as you wish, I will comply,’
She tilted her head and a small victories smile spread across her lips, ‘you say that like you won’t enjoy it,’
‘I fear you don’t know what your asking’ I cautioned. In answer she stood up and casually walked up to me. I tensed up my body not knowing what to expect. She placed a quick kiss on my check then lingered her head near my ear before whispering, ‘It’s you that doesn’t know what I’m asking, misere,’
At her instruction we boarded a bus bound for Vic Park. After learning my travel arrangements she told me to send word home that I will not be coming home tonight as I will be camping at her house. As we travelled together it occurred to me that she enjoyed having this power over me.
My previous jest resulted in a psychologically shackle grafted to my neck and she was quite proficient at controlling the psychologically chain.
She dragged me into an unknown suburb an as we walked down the streets she was disturbingly silent. I felt like a whore hired to be used and disregarded as the user sees fit.
Her home was a simple single story house with a neglected garden and a bright blue door. The door seemed out of contrast with the rest of the pale yellow house and decayed red roof. The widows revealed dusty white blinds suggesting the house had been built for cost rather then luxury.
‘My parents won’t be home tonight, we have the place to ourselves,’ She called over her shoulder as she led me inside, ‘Make yourself comfortable, You look like I’m about to rape you or something,’ she teased.
Despite outward appearances the house was rather well kept and cosy. Although it didn’t have any of the flash gizmos most houses process it had tasteful furniture that although worn look incredibly inviting. I found myself being calmed and I decided to make the best of the situation.
She left me to loiter in the main room promising only to be about 10mins. On the opposite wall I spied portraits and decided to research what she had neglected to tell me. There were no other children in the pictures which lead me to believe she is an only child. Pictures don’t look back so I took the time to memorize her face. She was a lot prettier then I realised and it dawned on me she could probably have any guy she wanted. I stared at my own reflection in the glass of the photo.
‘Why,’ I asked myself out loud.
When she appeared she came wielding a razor blade and a devious smile which made me wince.
‘Whatever my heart’s content, I believe you said,’ she stated as she showed of the razor. Frozen with shock I didn’t really know what to say. What she was plotting was unfathomable to me and I began to feel like a fly caught in a web. ‘Had she planed this before she even got on the bus?’ I thought to myself.
‘Come with me,’ she commanded as she abruptly left the room. I followed without thinking down the hallway and into a dark room. ‘Shut the door behind you,’ she affirmed. As I followed her instructions a tinge of fear started to rapidly grow within me.
When the light flicked on I had to shield my eyes from the sudden light but as they came into focus again I noticed we were in the bathroom.
She was standing over the basin eying me up and down as if I were her doll. ‘I’ve always wanted to shave a guy before,’ she said with a childish glee.
I was speechless. Impassively I reached for my chin and traced over the 2 day growth. She motioned for me to come closer as she began to fill the basin with hot water. Reluctantly I did her bidding and stood silently beside her. The silence was daunting before she finally broke in, ‘You know your allowed to talk you know,’
‘I’m sorry, it’s just that.. I didn’t expect this,’
‘You wanted to have sex straight away?’
‘NO!, etto, I mean, you kinda have me at odds,’
‘Its okay, I will be gentle, just relax,’
She instructed me to sit down and with a hot damp cloth she wet my face and applied shaving cream evenly around my face. She held the razor out before me toying with it in a threatening manner. ‘Trust me?’
‘I guess I will have to, nya?’
A slight confusion twitched over her expression but it was quickly replaced with a furrowed concentration as she rested the razor against my skin.
I watched as she scraped the razor over my skin time and time again. Her attention was caught up in her task too busy to notice my gaze. Her green eyes were bright with fascination and a determined smile radiated from her making her even more compelling them before. We didn’t talk during this however I felt myself strangely growing attached to her and when she washed over my face with the wet towel again I found myself completely at peace but it was short lived it would have seemed.
Having completed her handy work she decided to test she smoothness with her own cheek and nestle against my flesh. It was a strange sign of affection that no one had ever tried before and for some reason it felt good. She grabbed my hand and guided me up and out of the room into another near by room. She placed both hands against my chest and pressed her body up against mine. ‘Are you ready?’ She whispered.
Without a chance to answer shifted her weight and shoved me back into the wall.
***
So there I was fallen victim to a girl who had not even told me her name. Her hands fluently unbuttoned my pants and as she unzipped my pants I held breath. Her cold, soft hands against my bare skin was stimulating and despite the inner turmoil it would seem that part of me had remained traitor even now. Strangely enough my friends words had come into my mind. ‘If you are nervous about them touching you, touch them, give them the pleasure’ I had rebuked him then but now I hoped it to be my last sanctuary. Somehow, I swallowed my fear and found the strength that had all but deserted me. At that point I don’t know what had come over me for what followed was as if I was watching it from afar. I grabbed both her hands and removing them from their current course of action. Staring into her eyes I saw a note of annoyance as if I had taken a toy from her. Still holding onto both her wrists I moved around her to place her between myself and the wall. Now with her back against the wall I pushed her up against it and lifted her hands up to meet each other above her head. She didn’t fight me instead staring at me both bewildered and excited. Holding both wrists with my hand I traced the line of her chin with my free hand.
Caught up in the moment I probed my hand down and reached down into her pants. I felt her body convulse under my touch I reached down into her. She closed her eyes and moaned and when she opened she looked imploringly into my eyes. I continued to twiddling my fingers inside her. As my fingers fell into place she convulsed again leaning into me for support. I released her arms and they fell down onto my shoulders. Her moaning became ecstatic and I found myself responding to her in ways I would never have imagined. I kissed her neck and as she snuggled into my embrace I felt her heart beat quicken. It was then I released how fast my own heart beat was pumping. The beating urged me on, I become drunk on lust and desire forgetting my previous worries and I kissed her and as our tongues entwined I found I was removing her pants. Pushing her back against the wall I moved to take her. Her legs wrapped around me as I was fumbled before finally being able to place myself inside her. She gave of a scream as I entered her. Pinned up against the wall I fucked her without holding back.
***
When I released we both fell down exhausted. Thick with sweat I sat up next to her breathing heavily. After a few more breaths she climbed up onto me. Wrapping her arms around my head she covered my mouth with hers. I couldn’t breathe and when she held the kiss I found myself suffocating under her passion. When she released me I took a deep breath. She smiled satisfied with herself. ‘That wasn’t hard was it Mitch?’
I was too exhausted to reply beyond dismissive grunt. Even with her body against mine I found sleep was easily. We didn’t move from that spot entangled on the floor of her parent’s bedroom.