Trying New Things

Jason walked into the room to find a note on Mari's pillow. It read, "Out shopping. I'll bring home dinner." Jason smiled, dropping the note onto the bed stand. It had been almost two years since they've been together, and he still kept his old apartment, just in case. He frowned, thinking about it.
He walked out to the patio and smiled, seeing Tammy staring blankly out her window. He picked up his phone and called. When she picked up, he asked, "Anything new with your man?"
On the other end, Tammy replied, "Check out the living room. See anything new?" she added, opening her living room's curtains wider than usual.
To the side, a new white seater had just been unpacked. Jason laughed, "Ooh, a Tantrachair. You think he'll know how to use it?" he added, finding himself imagining Mari, naked, laid out on the chair.
Tammy's reply brought him back to their conversation. "I hope not. I want to lead the play," she added, and then added quickly, "Hey, you alright with Mari?"
Jason frowned, "What about it?"
"She's not as dirty as she usually is. I mean, she hasn't said anything to me in a while. Is everything okay?" Tammy added, still in her kitchen.
Jason sighed and confessed, "Yeah, we're just at a lull. There's nothing new anymore."
And Tammy's response surprised him. "Then push forward. Give her a surprise!"
Jason smiled, and then he nodded, "Right. Thanks, Tams. Anytime you need me to have a chat with your guy about how to make you scream, I'll be there."
"Whatever," Tammy replied and hung up. Jason chuckled to himself, thinking of a few things to spice up their love life.

Mari got back to her apartment and frowned. She peeked around and then Jason walked into the apartment, sweat on his brow. She folded her arms, not liking being kept in the dark about things that would make Jason sweat. But he kissed her lovingly before asking her, "Got anything for tonight?"
Mari smiled, "I though we'd order some Chinese."
Jason pulled her closer and kissed her again. And then he pulled out a silk scarf. With her eyes on his, he pulled her wrists together and tied them with the scarf. Mari looked down, but another scarf covered her eyes and she frowned.
Jason moved slightly away from her, securing the blindfold, and then pulled her back against his chest, whispering seductively into her ear, "Got anything tonight?" He blew gently and Mari felt a shiver shoot down her body, the heat between her legs increasing. Usually, the mere sight of Jason could excite her. This time, it was the gently touch of his that caused her vagina to wet.
"Jason, I want," she began but Jason's hand covered her lips as his other hand squeezed one plump breast.
Mari groaned and Jason smiled, adding in her ear, "Does that feel good?"
Mari nodded, though her hands struggled against the scarf. But the knot was tight. And as Jason threw her over his shoulder, she could only wonder where he was taking her.

...

Birthday Play

Ryan stepped out of the shower, looked himself over once, and then threw on his clothes. Having never been one for the pessimism that seemed to arrest many guys of his age group, he liked himself just the way he was. He didn’t need a girl to tell him he was hot, wonderful, or special. Well, he craved one girls’ attention, but he never got it. And he had her phone number since the first time they met, but he never got up the nerve to call her. She wasn’t one for one night stands, nor was he looking for a quickie.

That was just the dilemma. He didn’t know how long he’d have to wait to be let into her bed, into her arms, in. And that’s what he dreamt about but never succeeded in achieving. There were many mornings when he woke up and had to take cold showers. But he never found himself able to tell her.

But today was special. Today was his birthday. After all, shouldn’t a guy get what he wants on his birthday? Not to mention, she lived two floors above him. She was just minutes away.

He wrestled with his thoughts and then picked up the phone.

Tammy sighed, picking up her phone, “Hello?”

Hearing his voice, she had to close her legs and eyes. “Tammy, are you busy tonight?”

Tammy smiled, “What’s up, Ryan?”

Ryan smiled on his end, “Can we, maybe, hang out tonight, just the two of us?”

Tammy licked her lips and then replied, “Happy birthday.”

“Tammy,” Ryan felt himself whimper slightly. “Please.”

Tammy smiled, “I’ll wait for you at Rutgers and Stein?”

Ryan smiled, “Five.”

“See you,” Tammy replied and hung up her phone. She looked out her window, and then smiled. She dialed and waited.

Mari picked up her phone and rolled her eyes. “Unless you’ve decided to become a lesbian, nothing can shock me.”

“Ryan asked me to ‘hang out’ tonight. Did you set this up?” Tammy demanded.

Mari pulled herself up on her elbows, “Whoa, this is news to me. Are you sure about this? I mean, you’ve liked him for, what, three years now?”

“Not to mention, it’s been a good year since his last relationship.”

“And, he’s a virgin.” Mari sat up, checking her naked breasts, “Honey, I think it’s great. I mean, it’s about time you became sexually active.”

“Who said we’d have sex tonight? I mean, I’ve waited three years for this guy,” Tammy frowned.

Mari nodded, “Oh, right, then, just wait another for him. But if he puts the moves on you, I don’t think you’ll be able to resist. I mean, just think about those fingers between your thighs, pumping and sli – ”

Mari smiled, hearing the definitive click and rolled over to find her long time lover, Jason, still asleep. Gently, she licked a steady path down from his lips to his nipples. She tested them, kicking away the sheets. As she advanced, she was rewarded with two fingers down her vagina and a tongue on her clit. “Good morning,” he mumbled, sleepily. Mari opened her mouth and took him in, ending his speech altogether.

Tammy smiled, seeing Ryan rush across the street. Reaching for a hug, Tammy let go and pulled a flower out from behind her back. “Happy birthday, Ryan.”

Ryan smiled, nervously, “Thanks Tammy. Wow, this has got to be the first flower someone’s given me.”

Tammy smiled, “So, what do you want to do?”

Ryan nodded, “Right, I have a plan. Let’s start, that, plan,” he added, his hand on her lower back.

Tammy smiled again. Something about the twinkle in his eye made her catch her breath. She had dressed very modestly. Mari thought it too casual, but Tammy couldn’t help it.

At ten, when the dinner, movie, arcade, and walk finished, Ryan tried to think of every way to get them to his front door, and then they were at hers. He smiled, looking around for anything he could say, when she blurted out, “I had a really good time.”

Ryan nodded, “Me too. Yes, thank you, for spending the evening with me.” Tammy saw Ryan look from her lips, to her neck, and then at their feet, before connecting with her eyes again. “I guess, I’ll see you around.”

Tammy swallowed, watching Ryan wait for her usual parting words, but, instead, she threw one hand behind his head and pulled his lips against her, rather angrily. And Ryan responded the moment her lips touched his. He pulled her closer, using one hand to hold her close and the other to hold her head, so he could have his way with her. When her mouth opened to him, he had to pull back, dazed from the suddenness of the passion.

And as he looked her over, panting, she whispered, “Please, come in and have your present.”

Ryan stared at her, hoping his voice wouldn’t shake, but it was pointless. “Sounds good,” he replied, and the moment her door opened, they entered and it shut with the definitive click of the lock behind them.

Mari entered the kitchen and stopped. On the balcony, Jason sat quietly. Leaning closer, he shushed her and pulled her out onto the balcony with him. And there, she froze. “Oh my goodness, what animals they are,” she whispered.

From their point of view, despite the dimness of Tammy’s living room, they could vividly see Ryan laying face down, kissing someone. And then he would shift and Tammy would pulls his face back down to hers, with hungry lips.

Jason shook his head, “You’d never think she would be such a great kisser. But they’re quite slow,” he added, not minding as Mari reached into his shorts and began stroking him, lovingly. “In the past half hour, all they have done was removing clothing and kiss. If there were more fire,” he flinched and added, “eager, are we?”

Mari smiled, lifting her lips to him, “You know I don’t like it when you look at other girls being loved.”

Jason turned to receive her, “How could anyone not love you?” Mari followed him back inside, and they pulled their drapes shut.

Ryan leaned back, enjoying the lap dance he was receiving. Tammy knew how to dance very well, but he’d never seen this side before. Instead of being conservative, she slowly pulled down his pants and tossed them aside. In only a bra and panties, she danced out of the room. When she re-entered, she had on a dark green baby doll. Ryan watched as she posed against the wall, flapping around the see through flaps and danced closer.

When she climbed onto his lap, she placed two hands on his shoulders and began moving her body against his. Ryan watched her breasts bounce as her body moved and her hips rubbed against him. Every so often, her hands would brush his rigid area and excite him, but when she started humping his chest, he grabbed her and held her against him.

“I… can’t…” Ryan stopped and picked her up. Holding her back, her legs and arms around him, he walked to her bedroom and closed the door. He crawled onto the bed and rolled over quickly, staring at her body. When she leaned down, he kissed her, telling her he was ready. But she took her time, pulling off his boxer shorts. “Tammy,” he whispered, but she kissed him again, and he smiled, pushing her down to the bed.

Tammy laid back, watching him pull off her panties and toss them aside. He unhooked the baby doll and it sailed across the bedroom, following the panties. When completely exposed, Ryan hovered over her, looking at her from head to toe, up and then down again. When he kissed her, he was needy, one hand touched one breast as the other found its way down her stomach, and to her clit. She gasped, surprised for a moment, but he didn't release her mouth.

Indeed, Tammy was a true Asian girl. Her breasts weren't as big as other women's, but they were fine for him. She rolled him over, and as she took him in her hand, he stopped her from sitting down. "I need... a bit more," he started, but she squeezed and he whimpered.

"Did I ask?" she demanded, parting her legs so that her heat was mere centimeters away from him.

Ryan felt his hips buck and he sighed, watching her slowly stroke him and smile down at him. "Tammy," he whispered, reaching up to kiss her. She let him, continually stroking, tugging, and squeezing. She waited for him, touching her own breast until Ryan picked up the hints and leaned up to lick and touch. When she moaned with desire, he growled in reply.

Ryan held her hips, feeling her hand pull harder, and as she enveloped him, she threw her head back in pleasure and pain. Ryan froze and pulled her close, turning so that he was on top. He then let her go and stared into her face, frowning deeply. He watched her relax, kissed her so that she could breathe, and waited for her to open her eyes.

When she did, he brushed the hair from her faced, "Is this your first time?"

Tammy tried to cover her face with her hands, but he kept them pinned down. "I didn't think you'd notice," Tammy admitted, tears welling up.

But Ryan kissed her gently, sweetly, and replied, "Tammy, you have no idea how great you make me feel. But, because this is your first time, let me please you. Please, let me make it good for you," he added, careful to keep his hips perfectly still.

Tammy shook her head, "But it's your birthday."

Ryan smiled, "Exactly. Let me show you what a 25 year old man can do."

Tammy stopped struggling and laid back. She winced, slightly, when Ryan began to move again. But, his slow and steady movements made her feel a twinge of raw desire she hadn't experienced before. And as his steady pace continued, she moaned and he stopped, cradling her face to his.

"Baby, what is it? Tammy?" he begged, trying to stop himself.

Tammy sighed, "It feel so good, Ryan. But, I know I'm a beginner, but I want you to be less gentle now."

"Now?" Ryan asked, at the edge of his control.

And Tammy nodded, "Now."

Ryan smiled, and kissed her. The instant she let his tongue into her mouth, she moaned, for his pace quickened and his strokes became harder. He used his arms to hold him up, his body on top of hers. He closed her legs and approached her at a side angle, watching her pant. He even turned her over and pulled her hips higher. In that position, he lavished her body, playing with her breasts as he pounded into her. He smiled, loving the warmth and heat between them. And with each moan of ecstasy, he watched her glow with the essence of pleasure. Her orgasms shook her, he quickened his pace, riding on the ends of each to give her one after another.

Tammy's eyes widened, "Ryan!" she cried out, and Ryan flipped her on top. He positioned her hands and legs and worked, with all his might, to give her the best release ever felt. And, as her world exploded and she cried out in wild fervor, he pulled from her and released his contents on a side of the bed. And as he moved closer, she turned and, with luminous eyes and a glowing smile, she clung to him. "Ryan?" she whispered. Ryan leaned in close, and she whispered, "Happy birthday."

Ryan smiled, leaning her back, he smiled, "I'm not done yet. Since I'm the birthday boy," he licked his lips and poised himself over her body, "and you're my present," he licked her lips and inserted his index finger into her vagina. Her body arched and he smiled, kissing her twice before finishing, "I'm going to play with you all night." Tammy gasped, unable to hold it in. Like the hundreds of other noises that escaped her lips that night, not to mention the rest of their lives.

***

Dedicated to Ryan and Tammy. May you live happily together. - TC

Trying to get back into it. Please, no more dedications. It hurts my head. - EB

Thirsty Tease

Ledge traced the smooth contours of muscle along his arms. So small an act and yet, he was begging for permission to enter her though his pants hadn’t been undone. He was ready, by far, he was more ready than he had ever been for anything. He panted her name, pleading and whimpering under her touch.

Hovering over her mouth, he waited for her to move up, ever so slightly, and he would take it as permission to have his way with her. Of all the corrupt creatures, he was fawning over her body. He clenched his jaw, still waiting as Ledge’s hands slid along his back, touching and teasing, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against her hands. He tasted her warm breath, wondering how so cold a being could be so aflame beneath him. His hands held her head, all his fingers of his right hand thrust into her hair, the left gently just next to her head.

Her fingers came to the edge of his pants and, instead of dipping lower, she traced the waistband along his torso, her fingers tracing his muscles, and he groaned, hoping he wouldn’t release before his time. True, she was still partially clad and he only naked from his waist and up, but he felt the amount of skin bare between them was enough to burn him to ashes.

He wanted her with a deadliness that blew all other thought from his mind. “Ledge, please,” he begged, unable to stop himself. And when she gently lifted her chin that last centimeter to allow her lips to gently meet his, his passion broke through the gates of his resistance. One hand holding her head, the other traveled down her back, elevating the small of her back, causing her to arch against him.

He groaned into her mouth, almost praying for control. Control that wouldn’t be found until he had fully appreciated her body. Though not being human, much less, ruled by emotions, she still had the ability to feel like one. And like one she did as he pushed away his pants, his mouth not releasing hers and his tongue savagely seeking all of her from every angle.

When he finally pulled his mouth from hers, he relished in her panting as he traveled down her neck, only to return to her mouth when she began moaning softly. The fingers that had been in her hair had moved to the soft folds between her legs. She drew her knees together, but he pushed through and, the moment he felt her soft core, she gave a ragged moan of pleasure. This was why his lips reclaimed hers. The very sound of her moan pushed him harder, and the bit of control he attempted to hold onto left him.

The doors to his chambers were flung open, and had the sun been out and the silk curtains not been drawn, his manservant and second in command would have known better than to speak, but as they didn’t see anything, they didn’t stop until they were on the other side of the curtain, about to open it.

In fact, it was because of the sound of Ledge’s muffled moan that they stopped, eyes wide with realization of what they had almost seen. Drawing his hand back, Damien stated, curtly, “Your Highness, the enemy is at the front gates.”

Ledge pulled from him, attempting to sit up, but he held her down, unwilling to let her go. He turned to the curtain and growled, “I am busy right now. Come back in the morning,” he added through gritted teeth.

Damien knew he should have left. In his gut, he knew it the better of two evils, but he stayed and persisted, “Sire, this demands your attention now.”

Ledge leaned closer to his ear and caught the lobe in her mouth, nibbling as she murmured, “I can wait.”

“I can’t,” he growled into her ear, none too kindly, which caused her to smile, adding to the discomfort from the other side of the curtain.

Ledge took the advantage of his struggle and kissed just below his ear, murmuring, “Go tend to the troubles of your country. Do what you must.”

He stared into her face and asked, worriedly, “Will you be here when I return?”

Ledge chose not to answer. Instead, she read his every thought and worry. And, with a push of reassurance, he pulled away, sitting up and glaring at where the others stood. Swiftly, he left the bed and joined his companions, angrily, and Ledge pulled from the bed, taking but a moment to morph and leave through the window.

She would not be there when he returned. She didn’t plan to see him again. Her façade of being human had only barely allowed her to last so long.

***

Sorry for the long delay. Due to recent events, EB hasn't been writing much. Pray for his recovery and brilliance to flow through pen on paper soon again!
-TC

Physical Therapy

enjoy...

"After two years of laying waste to all fields, making discovery after discovery, and buying out several of the best hospitals worldwide, today, Dr. Andrew Hamilton finally has time to come in for an interview. This long awaited moment is all thanks to his parents, Dr. Adrian Hamilton, forcing his son to come home. So please give a warm welcome to Dr. Andrew Hamilton, who is joining us today," Amanda, the announcer of the Amanda show, raised her arms and the artificial crowd began to cheer.
From the side of the studio, a handsome young man emerged from the shadows to join the woman on the platform. He had dark brown hair, natural blonde highlights, and an overall beautiful complexion. Having received most of his looks from his supermodel mother, many women swoon after him, as they did now, despite seeing him on television. He had a commanding presence, that made many a woman fall at his feet, such willing victims, and yet he wanted none of them. Which was another reason why he had been invited to the Amanda show, a show that was known worldwide for the feminist ideas and ways of thinking behind each interview, each episode, and each word the woman said.
"Thank you for joining us today, Dr. Hamilton," Amanda stated, steel and yet, warm underneath.
Dr. Hamilton smiled kindly, "Why, thank you for inviting me Amanda. It is an honor to be on the show." Just because he had spent his time away from public eye, it didn't mean he was unrefined and tactless. Instead, he had spent much time alone reading about human interaction, and how to better perfect each encounter with the public. He was also reluctant to end it that, in all reality, he was five years younger than his public age of 38. Having lied to get into college early, and not be seen as the genius that he actually is, he lied and graduated on time. Needless to say, he didn’t have time for foolish trials and relationships that would only last him mere moments in the long run.
“Dr. Hamilton, you are as attractive as you are talented. It has been much speculation about why you haven’t taken up a bride. Do you mind, if I ask a few personal questions?” Amanda stays intense, attempting to grill him on the spot.
Dr. Hamilton shook his head, an easy smile and a welcoming posture graced the screen, sending shivers down every woman’s spine, “Why not at all, I welcome any question, however; if unable to answer, I shall not be held responsible.”
This gave Amanda all the boost she needed to start questioning the single middle aged man that sat before her. She had brought many men to their knees, many gentlemen weakened enough to shed tears on camera; and she intended to do the same with this essence of testosterone sitting before her now, waiting, tempting her to try. And so, she tried. “Dr. Hamilton, the last time you were seen in public, you were, like many times before, alone. Is there a reason for such behavior on your part?”
Dr. Hamilton seemed quite at ease and shrugged, “Honestly, I’ve yet to find a woman who can converse with me at ease and personably. Actually, I have found a few, but all of them are married or not interested in me. In such a way that you may and ply. And so, to protect their good reputation, as a friend, I make it a point to show up at public events alone.”
Amanda was not put off. “Dr. Hamilton, what is your ideal of what a woman should be like?”
Dr. Hamilton folded his hands in front of him and replied, “I want a woman to be who she is in front of me. I don’t want to set the standard because different people have different standards. Been a strong supporter of women’s rights and against double standards I believe that, when I meet her, I will know that she is the one for me. Nothing else, more or less, could ever equate to that knowledge, for me.”
Amanda watched him, her eyes wide with respect, and wet lust, she managed to ask, “My goodness, Dr. Hamilton, do you have room in your life for me?”
Dr. Hamilton shifted, though not uncomfortably. He was used to powerful women asking him to bed quite publicly. It was the first that one had done so on a show that would be broadcasted worldwide, but he had read enough books to understand what was kind and honorable to say in such an occasion.
Leaning forward, Dr. Hamilton confessed, or what those viewers would see as confessed, in a slightly weakened tone of voice, “Amanda,” the mere flutter of her name on his lips caused her to quail in submission, “ it is difficult for me to confess this, but it seems I cannot lie to you. There is a woman who I am in love with. I have been her friend for a very long time now, and am unable to remain just so. Which is why I have yet to be seen in public with any woman, because; when I am seen in public with a woman, I want the world to know that she is my woman.”

***

“Nice job on the confession,” Lizzie commented as Dr. Hamilton slid into the seat across from her in the limousine. Being five years his senior, world renowned Dr. Elizabeth Hamilton took pride in the fact that no one knew her younger brothers age aside from their family. It was easy enough to lie to friends, but to do so to the world, it was priceless.
Andrew turned away from her, reaching for the latest Time magazine that sat on the stand next to them. The car swung into motion, not soon enough for Andrew. “The sooner we get out of here, the better,” and with a shudder, he added, “I could feel her eyes like hands all over me. It was so disgusting sitting across from her. She talks at the feminist, and yet was willing to and ready for me to ravish her. I hate that kind of woman.”
Lizzie tsked her brother, though she couldn’t disagree with his analysis of the show host. Amanda had a dirty reputation, but that’s what made every woman wants to watch her in action. In a way, Amanda was an embodiment of women across the world. No one talked to man the way she talked and then, and no one was able to find out about a man the way she had the ability to do so. Plus, no one dared to speak to men the way she easily did so in front of millions of people on the show. All in all, she was a role model for women; but Andrew knew, underneath it all, she was still a woman. And that made her powerless against him.
Attempting to change the subject subtly, Andrew asked, “Any news on the merger? Father should be about done, right?” And
Lizzie knew exactly what brother with after. And in knowing something that he didn’t know, it gave her power over him. “There’s a family dinner tonight, held at the Ritz. We are welcome to attend, though it is not a requirement.” And then, she added, “She won’t be there. She refuses to make a public appearance.”
Andrew looked away, pretending to not know what his sister was insinuating. “It doesn’t matter. I already have a date with her tonight.”
Lizzie looked quizzically as her brother, I’m sure us to whether or not to believe him. She knew that he wouldn’t lie about this, no; not something that’s important to him. And it she knew better than to believe every word he said. “My dear little brother, I hope you’re not dream talking. She would no sooner go out with you than you would get married.” The truth was, Lizzie knew the object of her brother’s affection better than he did. They were, after all, debutantes of the same league.
And you knew better than to reveal his plan to his sister period so, distracting her momentarily, he asked, “How is it going with your Italian stallion? Are you with child yet?”
It wasn’t unusual for those of the upper class to fool around with each other. Indeed, Elizabeth Hamilton had been known for her chaste upbringing. Coupled with rich parents and a brilliant brain, many a man had fallen beneath her feet and been crushed in the past without so much of a case as proof of their love affair. Instead, she kept herself clean, refusing the gentlemen of her class and doting on her younger brother. When she did, finally, fall in love, it was with one of their father’s acquaintances. Unable to sidetrack her affinity for him, she seduced the man and has been seeing him since. It irked Andrew to know about his sister’s preferences, but he did have a right to criticize her judgment. After all, he wasn’t in the same boat as her, he was behind her, in the boat of unrequited love for a woman who wanted nothing to do with him.

***

Upon reaching his office, Andrew was warmly received by his staff. Other resident doctors and nurses kindly greeted him and stepped out of his way. When he took a seat behind his table, glancing over the files that laid on his desk, he waited for life to continue and the excitement and buzz of his presence to quiet down. It took all of 10 minutes, before things were calm and he could continue with his private affairs.
Summoning his assistant, he cleared his desk and waited. When the woman answered, 45 years of medical experience entering the room, she commanded the room, as he did. “Sir, the files you have requested have arrived.” She handed him a thick file, still in the brown envelope, and stepped back to her place.
Andrew felt the weight of the package and felt that it was quite right. “Thank you very much, Mildred.”
With a nod, she continued, “Your requested appointment has been denied, again. Might I suggest another tennis partner? The one you seek after seems to be avoiding you,” she added, no hint of sarcasm in her cruel comment. That’s the way Mildred was with him. Quick to the point and brutally blunt. In her opinion, there weren’t enough hours in a day to be around the bush. So, since it was up to her, she burned the bush down and trampled on the remains.
“Thanks Mildred, I’ll think about it,” Andrew replied, making the excuse he always made. The fact that she was still standing there after being excused warned Andrew of the upcoming lecture that she had made several times before. She was like the teacher that was waiting to lecture the schoolboy, despite the schoolboy having graduated from medical school with high honors. So cutting her off, Andrew asked, “Would it be wise to send roses or tulips, do you think?”
Mildred purses her lips, her eyes focused, her fists clenched. “Once you simply give up on this impossible feat? How many times does she have to refuse you create to get the point? You did graduate from medical school. Don’t tell me they didn’t teach you anything about being rejected?”
Had I been listening, he would’ve had a great deal to say in response to her conquering. As it was, he was itching to open the envelope and his thoughts, otherwise, occupied. Looking up absently from the envelope, Andrew cocked eyebrow, “You’re still here? Do you need something, Mildred?”
With a huff, she was gone. Their relationship wasn’t always so tense, but lately it had been getting more so because of his persistent pursuit of a woman who had been rejecting him since the age of 15.
Well, not exactly 15. He met her when he was 15, posing to be 20. At the country club his parents attended regularly. Having been admitted at the age of 12, pretending to be 17, he watched people come and go as they please. Most of the time, he would sit on the patio overlooking the entire estates. And that’s when he first saw her. The Talbots had been longtime supporters and friends of the family. Old Man Talbot had never been married, though had quite a few nieces and nephews. One of which, was more to his liking than the others. Lena Grey, publicly seven years his junior, privately only two years younger than him.
Andrew remembered feeling turned on the moment he met her. Having been in a difficult time where his puberty began hitting him harder, which made it easy to cover up because all young men were supposed to be horny in college. He remembered watching her walk across the grass in her white outfits, the way her pale legs contrasted from the green grass. She was the epitome of the Asian standards for beauty; pale skin and dark hair. Like a porcelain doll, he had one made to look like her and kept it on his dresser, sometimes forced to masturbate to rid himself of the extra horniness caused by her porcelain eyes.
Her eyes. Unlike them normal Asian small eyes, her eyes were huge and a lighter shade of brown. After careful conversations with Mr. Talbot Senior, country made the discovery of her mix to parents. Mr. Talbott was European by birth, and his younger brother moved to China, wanting to understand the culture and arts. There, he met a beautiful Chinese-Korean woman, fell in love, and married her. They had eight children together, and continue to work in China; forming an alliance between Europe and China. This greatly explained why she was so beautiful, lacked the normal Asian traits though not the personality.
And you forced himself to concentrate on the envelope before him. Inside were her medical files. It had taken a lot of money, time, efforts, and smooth talking to get them. He never understood why they were so highly guarded in the first place. But when he couldn’t obtain them by normal means, he bought out the hospital, placed under his family’s sponsorship, and made Mildred fetch him a copy of the files. Despite sounding so easy, the entire process took two years to complete. Two years of rejection he had to face. All for this moment.
Slowly, he unsealed the envelope and pulled out the contents. The file was thick. He hadn’t expected it to be so thick. In all honesty, he believed her to be a normal, insecure, and healthy girl. He didn’t want to believe otherwise, and felt a twinge of fear when his fingers groped to open the folder. He wanted to be blind, unable to see the faults he had sought to find. But, alas, he opened the folder and began to read, his heart pounding in his throat.

***

At this very moment, Lena Grey was having tea with her siblings. Being the youngest of eight major slightly insecure, for she held no priority in the family. She had four older brothers and three older sisters. Each were quite remarkable at all they did. Her family was exceptionally brilliant, and all were quite fascinating to speak with. She had heard stories, countless stories, about their adventures and wonderful experiences all over the world. And as always, they would get carried away talking about their recent accomplishments, and only remember, later; how un-accomplished Lena felt compared to them.
It wasn’t intentional, but it always happened that way. Lena was the weakest of her family. When her family took trips to the mountains, and other resorts of higher of the elevation, Lena had to be extra careful. Her body was more frail than the others, and the doctor had once said that it may have been due to her mother’s stressful travels while carrying Lena in her womb. It wasn’t something lean a had it heard before, after all, while her mother carried her, her father was the mandate to return to China as a guest speaker at many symposiums. This meant that her mother and father were apart for several months, which stressed her mother out quite a bit.
And when it came time to give birth to Lena, her mother tried not to; waiting for her husband to return to her side. However, this costed Lena more than it did her mother. When being born, Lena’s right arm was smashed at her side, creating a permanent handicap that would be revealed in later years. Also, having been stopped for a moment in the birthing for now, the know was born unconscious. It was a miracle that she lived, for most babies, if unconscious at birth, passed away soon after. But Lina held on, for reasons unknown, and survived. But I ended up damaging her lungs, and so, at a young age, she began taking pills and carrying around an inhaler at all times, to treat her severe asthma.
Her family treated her like a porcelain doll, which she came to hate. Because of her Asian beauty, quite different from the rest of her family, she also felt slightly estranged from her older siblings. And as if that wasn’t enough, from the age of 13, after her first tennis match against a 20-year-old at her uncle’s country club, she had been constantly hounded by the young man, who insisted to having a rematch with her. What made it worse, was that her uncle joked with her about marrying a young man one day. Annoyed and agitated, Lena stopped attending practices at the country club to avoid him. When her parents mentioned parties and events that the Hamiltons were holding, Lena found a reason not to be there. That’s when things became harder for her.
Over the years that followed, her parents became better acquainted with the Hamiltons. Not only that, but the man in question graduated from medical school and became a legend throughout the world of medicine. Whenever someone would mention how honored she should feel to have the attention of young Dr. Andrew Hamilton, she would retort, “It’s not as though he discovered the cure for cancer,” and ignore whoever dared to reply, “No, but he’s closer than the rest.” Unfortunately for her, her siblings supported the idea of her marrying into the Hamilton family, which would better the terms between their families. Lena, flat out, refused and continued to do so throughout the years.
Now, she watched her older sister talked about a truly romantic experience in the Bahamas that past spring. Catherine never needed to embellish her romantic splendors, nor did she need to add extra details and colors to her narrative essay. But that didn’t stop her from doing it nonetheless. And when she finished, because they’re all siblings and quite open with each other, her second oldest brother, Jonathan, inquiry or coolly, “He sounds a good dream, Cat, but how was the sex?”
Nobody blushed. It wasn’t the first time they had talked of private matters over tea. In fact, it has become a tradition. Whoever spilled about their most recent romance would undergo the usual probing from the family. And that person was never Lena, which meant, the menu more about sex and anyone her age when she was 10 years old. The first time, however, Lena did blush throughout the entire conversation.
When Leno was 10, her oldest siblings were 20, not to mention, twins. Her next set of siblings, who were triplets who were 17 who was followed by a brother who was 15, a sister who was 13, and finally, Lena. Indeed, eight children in 10 years; people marveled their family fortune, others found it to be a great opportunity and made use of their connections.
Back to the conversation, Catherine replied, “Let’s see, I had a pretty good time on the flight over with a man who sat three rows back, that here and there is where all rights, but my swing was, perhaps, the best out of all of them.”
“You little slut,” Grant stated, the oldest of the triplets.
Francesca nodded in agreement, “How was it on the plane? Is it as good as they say it is?”
Cat rolled her eyes, “It depends on who you’re with. I mean, the only thing I liked about the old man was his thickness. That makes all the difference. Not to mention, it wasn’t too comfortable in there.”
Tyler rolled his eyes, being the oldest and the wisest, he stated, “It’s better when there’s turbulence. It just helps the ride and it gives the female quite a bit of excitement.”
The table shared a moment of humor. Somehow, Tyler always knew how to ease of the moments into humor, which made it easier for Lena, who had never had any sexual experience of any kind. Her family did, however, hire a male stripper for her 21st birthday. Extremely embarrassed, Lena had fled the estate, only to find Andrew Hamilton waiting for her out the front gate. Extremely embarrassed, she drove right past him, eager to never see him again. with all her might, she strove to forget the lusty face of a young man through, for the next 10 years, continued to pursue her.
“Flowers came for Lena today,” Benedict stated.
The entire table shared secret look, but Tyler stood, stating, “Don’t push her. Let her do things her own way.”
Everyone thought it was a joke the first time she received flowers from Andrew Hamilton. She was, after all, only 14 years old when Andrew Hamilton, personally, attempted to give her flowers. Even after sitting in the living room for two hours, waiting for Lena to personally accept them, he was sent away for she refused to see him. Her family found it's the shyness of a young lady being pursued, but when he did it again two weeks later, and again one month later, a solid beginning of a one-sided love.
And no matter how much they try to get Lena to accept the flowers in person, Andrew Hamilton stopped visiting personally, but continued to send flowers to her. Whatever the occasion, whenever he felt like it, he would send flowers to her. He seemed to favor birthdays, holidays, and treated the first day he played tennis with her as their anniversary. But each time, she would criticize them, and walk away without a backward glance. Sometimes, she felt a twinge of guilt for being so mean without a reason, but her pride kept her from thanking her suitor and she kept her heart hardened. She was determined not to give in.
At that moment, a maid brought in a beautiful arrangement of roses and tulips. All of Lena sisters heaved a sigh, whereas Lena, herself, rolled her eyes. “I think roses are the most insincere flower in the world, and to lips are the most overused symbol for beauty.”
Her family expected that much from her. “The roses represent love, Lena. Doesn’t this show you, slightly, how much Andrew wants your attention?” Catherine asked, gently touching one of the flower petals on one of the roses.
“So everyone who has ever given me a rose wants to love me?” Lena surmised, her tone harsh.
“That’s not what she means.” Jonathan came to her defense, as always, being a romantic himself.
But Lena was tired of hearing its, and the conversation had run dry, once again; because of her presence. Exhausted from pretending to be ‘just fine’, Lena excused herself without even touching the flowers, and entered the house without another word. She knew there was a card attached to the flowers. She knew that there were special instructions a test to the giving of the flowers. She also knew, that Andrew Hamilton was paying one of the maids to slip the card into her room while another made delivered the flowers.
And, sure enough, a beautiful card with a movie disc attached sat on her desk, waiting for her. She knew what was on the card before even opening it, having read similar in the past. She also had a hunch as to what was on the movie disc, before inserting it into her computer and watching it. Despite what she already knew, she turned on her computer and inserted the movie disc. Seconds later, she was surprised and proven wrong.
Instead of music videos of her favorite bands, favorite shows, and favorite tennis stars, Andrew sat before her, looking directly at her through the camera. Complete with lab coat and spectacles, she felt desire pool in her stomach. Taking a seat, she sat down to listen to the first threat she had ever received from him.
“I have complete confidence you didn’t even touch the flowers and returned to straight to your room to find my car. Perhaps you didn’t even read the card, but took a chance on this movie disc because you expected it to contain things you liked. I’m sorry to disappoint you, Miss Grey. You have forced my hand in a direction I had avoided taking for a very long time.” The camera zoomed out slightly to reveal a familiar file sitting on top of Dr. Andrew Hamilton’s desk. Gently, much more gently than that was expected from a man with strong hands that had performed the surgery successfully hundreds of times, he opened the file to reveal the familiar first page of her medical file, one that she had seen many times in her life. In horror, he confirmed, “I have seen your medical file, and there is no need to fear. You have no power to call the authorities, for I give you my word to not speak any of its contents to anyone. Consider this your final warning to the past 15 years I have demanded for a rematch at tennis. I am tired of chasing you with no benefits of my own. I will give you back your medical file when you meet me tonight at the Western courts of the country club. Should you fail to arrive on time, promptly at six o’clock, you will force me to take another step that you will, and I guarantee, greatly dislike more than my reading your personal files. Should my demands not be met, you will only have yourself to blame for the repercussions of the past 15 years you have hidden from me.” The camera pulled in closer, taking the file off screen, “Until tonight.” The screen went black.
Lena ejected the threat, her hands, surprisingly calm. she had them play tennis in years, and there was a very good reason for that. She knew, exactly, what was in her medical file. And sheen you, exactly, what wasn’t. It was as if her secrets with all come out in the face of her enemy tonight.
But there would be no helping it. She couldn’t turn to her siblings, more with her siblings beyond her side in the matter. All of them thought she should just sleep with the man and get it over with and sleep him. And if so, she walked over to her closet and pulled out the outfit she thought she would never get wear, despite being you and tailored to her body. It was a nice fits, a bit too complementary towards her curves but snug and supportive where she needed it. With a sigh, she pulled on the outfit and looked herself once over in the mirror. She hated the way she looked. It was her old self, the one that she could never be again.
She smoothed her hands over the slight wrinkle in the fabric I covered her midsection. She had lost me in the past because of her medical condition, and that only accentuated the swallow of her breasts and hips. Like her father, she was quiet and reserved on the surface but quite the animal when fired up. She felt annoyance towards the fact Andrew Hamilton had used his power to gain access to files that most men, people, had no access to. Having also seen to interview he gave on the Amanda show, she felt repulsed, and a desire to mess up his perfect hair.
She stepped into her white tennis shoes and grabbed her tennis rackets from her outer closet. Tying her long hair up, she pulled on her white visor and left her room. She passed several empty rooms, a few servants glanced at her but remained silent. It wasn’t until she reached the kitchen that Tyler made a comment. “What in the world are you doing? I bet you quit tennis a long time ago,” he added, looking quite confused.
Lena grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator as she replied, “it’s time I faced my greatest fear. My doom awaits me,” she turned, ignoring the other family members who now were gathering closer, and walked out of the kitchen. She knew her family had an idea of where she was going and who she would be with, but her pride kept her from proving them right by admitting it openly. Instead, she took a car with a driver, knowing the right would take two hours. She wanted to get there early, perhaps get a few hits in, before the match.

***

Lena looked purely poisonous as she stepped out of the car. All males between the ages of 15 and 50 were instantly lusting after her. Dressed as a good girl, their imaginations went positively wild as the door closed behind her. From the patio, she could see people she had known as a child wanting her as a man wanted a woman. The eyes that traveled her body were quickly stops as she entered the country club and disappeared from their sight, though not from their imaginations. It took a great deal on her behalf not to run away from what was ahead of her.
But she swallowed her anxiety and forced her mind to not wander. Instead, she took her time, walking the entire way to the Western courts. At one point, a group of gentlemen attempted to pick her up as she neared the western courts. They asked where she was going and whether or not she wanted to have a little fun with them. At a time like this, she liked how her answers sent them on their way. She said to them, “I’m sorry, but Dr. Hamilton is expecting me. Perhaps, you would like to join us?” She never understood why Andrew Hamilton’s name held such power amongst the world of men.
And as she enters the western courts, she sucked in a breath to see Andrew Hamilton already waiting for her. He was better looking than he had been on the television show. He wasn’t cuter than when she first met him, but she could easily to find him as a very handsome young man. His dusky blue eyes snapped to her for a moment she entered the court.

***

Andrew arrived in our before their meet time. Too anxious to get through the day, he left work early and arrived at the club with more than an hour to spare. In the men’s locker room, he met Stanley Finley, a family friend who was visiting from the states. Seeing the men’s tennis rackets, Andrew suggested a friendly match at the Western courts. Stanley, having never beaten Andrew in anything, agreed and the two played for an hour, until the arrival of a beautiful young lady in Stanley knew as the youngest of the Grey family.
The moment Stanley caught sight of Lena, he felt as though all the air had been knocked out of him. Stepping forward, a ball crossed his path faster than he could place his foot on the ground. In warning tones, Andrew stated, “My partner has arrived. It has been a pleasure, Stanley.” Stanley could only gape as Lena joined Andrew on his side of the court.
Stanley packed up his belongings and laughed, noticing the warning look Andrew had given him when Stanley stood for a moment longer. However, the moment Stanley was gone, Andrew’s dusky blue eyes turned fully onto Lena, who stood her ground, five feet away from him. She could sense the excitement that radiated from him, the returned none of it.
“The usual match, right?” Lena asked, hardening her tone so as to give no ground or advantage to Andrew.
Andrew nodded, a small dip of his head, before asking, “Don’t you at least want to see the file?”
“I want to get this over with and go home,” Leno replied, venomously.
And truth and took the advantage of the conversation, “Loser buys dinner.”
He was obviously trying to extend his time with her. It’s not as though every day a man got so lucky. Andrew wanted her to slowly let him into her life, and he hoped to slowly integrate her into his house while period he had done everything in his power to, publicly, who keep women away from him. He had also, on occasion, talked to Tyler extensively about Lena. He knew how to bait her, he didn’t know what would hurt her, so he was extremely careful in all his endeavors, even now.
Despite her better judgment, Lena agreed, “You’re on.”
And so, they began to play. Andrew wasn’t about to admit the private lessons he had begun taking because of her ominous win, but back then, she had been right-handed. And now, as he gave her the honors of serving first, he watched as she threw the ball with her right hand and served with her left. Completely distracted, she cocked her head to one side and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want an easy win.”
“I thought you were right-handed,” Andrew stated, frowning slightly.
Lena served again, every move she made to find the word elegant. She was graceful and smooth, and she moved like a professional who had been playing for years. Every swing of the racket, she inched closer to winning. Victory was hers at the end of the first set. Now, it was Andrew Stern to serve.
“Right,” he whispered tossing the ball up and sliming it towards her right. In the short flicker of moments, he watched as her right hand listed to meet the ball with the imaginary racket she held in her hand, as her left hand moved as well, sending the ball flying back towards Andrew. Andrew missed the return, but he found out her secret. Just to be sure though, he did it again, this time aiming for her left side. He watched, again, as her right arm moved for the return, milliseconds before her left arm moved to return the ball.
He missed the return, but his mind was computing this. He remembered all the times he had seen her play, and recalled that she was right-handed. He frowned, wondering why she was using her left arm. There was no record of this in the medical file he had read. He read files about her injury to her knee, her hands, and her ankles. he recalled the exact date she had back surgery, and the days she underwent knee surgery, even about the time she broke her arm as a little girl. He was stuck. He read about her broken arm, her broken left arm, to be precise, and now she was using it in a way she shouldn’t be.
“Lena, I thought you are right handed,” Andrew repeated as she waited for him to serve.
Lena kept a calm expression, careful to be calm in her facial expression, as she responded with, “Did you call me out here to play, or to talk? Or was this a big joke from the beginning?”
Andrew had read enough conversations between people to know that she spoke because she was protecting something, keeping something from him. Something that she managed to keep off of her medical records. He decided to test her again.
For the next several cents, he brutally decimated her game. Making heard move in ways he knew would be uncomfortable for her, for a right-handed person playing a left-handed game, he watched as he won the next two sets. With frustration and anger, he threw his tennis racket at the ground, denting its, and shouted at her, “Don’t mess with me! Why don’t you play with your right arm? You’re right-handed person! I remember that, don’t mess with me! Don’t go easy on me,” he added, frustration and desperation fuming from him.
Lena stared at him, unsure of what to say. She expected him to figured out, but not this soon. She wondered why, during the second set, his game changed so violently. Were she playing with her right arm, she would’ve hands down beat him. But she couldn’t. She remembered the pain, the terror, and the fear of dislocating her right arm. Each time she dislocated her right arm, she was brought back to the very first time, and she knew that, if this was brought to light, her life would change drastically and her parents would see to it. So she gave it up, she gave up the game for her house. She didn’t expect anyone to care, or mind her giving up tennis. But she was wrong.
Quietly and carefully, she pulled papers out of her racket bag. Papers that belonged in her medical file, but she had, intentionally, stolen. She never wanted anyone to figure out her weakness, the imperfection added to her list of flaws, seeking her further beneath the members of her family. She used to feel inferior and on the outside, but in revealing her permanent handicap, she feared for the worst; to be known as the failure of the family.
Walking over to him, being offered him the papers. She had hidden them there because no one ever searched her racquet bag. No one ever had reason to. She never gave them a reason to, and so they dismissed her fascination with tennis as a phase in her life. Now, being 20 years old, she would be forced to reveal her secrets to rival.
Andrew, panting from his anger, took the papers in his hands and read them over. And then he read them again. He hadn’t seen this file in her medical records, but it was official, the official copy. That would mean, she had stolen it from her records so that no one could see it. But, why? For what reason which he do such a thing?
As if knowing the question on his mind, Lena replied, “For my peace of mind, adding care for the world to find out that I was the biggest in perfection in my family. And so,” she added, her eyes filled with sadness and regret, “I stopped playing tennis.”
Andrew was silent. He couldn’t believe he had been such a monster towards her. Not only did he forced her to play a game she truly loved, but it gave her so much more pain than he could have ever imagined possible. Guilt was such a light term to use for how he felt.
“Come on, I’m hungry. Since I lost, I guess that means I’m buying dinner.” Her words were so calm, and gentle. Andrew wondered how he could have ever treated her so unjustly. As a matter of fact, how could someone so in love behaves so cruelly to the one they loved?
“Lena, I-I’m sorry. I just thought –” Andrew began, quite at a loss for words.
Lena smiled casually, causing his heart to ache with something new. “Let’s not dwell in the past, Andrew. Come, let’s have dinner.” Andrew watched as she picked up his broken racket and surveyed it. She made a face, “It’s not broken exactly, I mean, we can fix it.”
Andrew had to stop himself from touching her at that very moment. He finally figured out the difference between the lust for revenge and lust for Lena. Andrew swallowed, feeling guilty, raw, desire pool in his groin. Since a very young age, he had never been interested in sex. He saw it as a way to reproduce, to carry on the family name through a lineage. Once revealed to how great it was to pleasure a woman by pleasuring himself, Andrew didn’t even think twice about it before wondering how he could sink himself into Lena.
Who was walking next to him, now. Who would have dinner with him. Andrew snapped out of his reverie. He moved closer to her and pulled her arm around his, “Lena Grey, would you allow me to make it up to you, please?”
Lena stared at him, confused. “Um, it’s just dinner,” she stated, unsure as to what he was talking about.
And Andrew explained, “Actually, I’ve been so busy plotting my revenge, I forgot the underlying reason why I have been so fixated on you for the past many years.” Lena now stopped walking, not liking where this was going. But Andrew tugged her along, “Come, let me make you dinner. It’s the least I can do,” he added, steering her past several hungry pairs of eyes, and right into his car. He dismissed her driver, saying that he would personally escort her home.
Lena nodded, allowing her driver to go home without her. It wasn’t often one was invited to the Hamilton’s residence as a private guest. And she hadn’t, really, ever seen the inside of his house, only heard rumors of its grandeur and beauty. Now, she was in his car, while he was driving, and was being driven to his family home. The thought of it swarmed her insides with pleasure. And that caused her to blush.
The man was, positively, attractive. There was no way a man such as Andrew Hamilton could not cause a woman to blush. She’d heard that it only took one look, and she understood why the moment their gazes locked on the tennis court. Actually, she’d always known how beautiful his eyes were, having met him a long time ago, but he was a mere dream of how men should be in the eyes of a fantasizing little girl. He’s 38 years old now, she tried to reason with herself. The thought of his shirtless body moving closer to her gave her…
***
Lena turned her head away from the front, as if hiding something from him. Sitting in the car, in the confined space, was giving Andrew difficulty. He felt a strain everywhere. Whether it be in the car or on the tennis courts, Andrew was forced to admit to himself that he wasn’t lusting for revenge. No, the fact that her glare that made other men shrivel away gave him a hard on that nothing but an angel could calm. He wouldn't be able to think if she didn’t put on something more decent, covering more of herself.
Her legs moved as she crossed them, aiding the turning of her shoulders away from him. She had such long legs. She was quite pale as well, though he knew it was healthy. And at the lips of her ear, he could see slight pink. Oh, she’s blushing, Andrew told himself as they exited the scenic path and entered onto the private road that led to his home.
Indeed, the ride from the country club to his home was marvelous, but he wanted to make her speechless in return for revealing to him her secret. Her secret she stole from her medical file. He cringed, again, remembering all that he had done to her. He pushed on the gas pedal, wanting to hide himself from her. Wanting to calm himself down before he made dinner for her. Oh my god, he swore to himself. He would be making dinner for her. Not only that, but she was wearing white and something that revealed a lot. His foot on the gas became heavier as he thought about asking her to change into something more comfortable. He blushed.
He was so innocent, though, not as innocent as she, for sure. She was well known to be the virgin of the family. Having never felt secure in looks and abilities with such a superstar family line up, men have used her to get to her siblings. How foolish those men are, indeed. How could they not see how precious she was?
“Andrew,” he heard his name, like a small gasp, and he swerved, just entering the gate that allowed them into the estate.
Peeking over, he saw her clutching the armrest and the door, her eyes still wide. “I’m sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” he tried to calm her down. And she knew it. He was trying. That’s another sign of how crazy he must be for her. Andrew didn’t have to try to do anything in life. What he wanted, he got, what he needed was there, and to try wasn’t even in his vocabulary. Being a genius, he didn’t have any worries. Wrong, he worried about Lena. If she rejected him, would he be able to live? Perhaps just buy her as a sex slave, or something along those lines. That sounded good, right?
He turned from the main road towards his, private, villa. Lena noticed, “Um, where are we going? Isn’t the house –” she started to ask.
But Andrew explained, “I didn’t know that my parents were entertaining guests. I guess it’s just you and me tonight.” His words made him blush, and he looked away, hiding from her. Lena, however, at the thought of being alone with him, blushed crimson an she turned away too, unable to bear his question should he see her.
They pulled into the garage and Lena got out before Andrew could open the door for her. Standing there with him, she was amazed to see so many cars and motorcycles lined up, as if having just entered an exhibition area. “Ty has the older model of that one,” Lena whispered, staring at one of the rarest cars in the world.
Andrew was impressed, “You know cars?”
“I have four brothers,” she replied, but shook her head, a shiver dispelling her earlier thoughts from her mind.
Andrew, also, felt himself renewed in good intentions, and led her along the small path and into his villa. Each room he showed her, she praised. Each decorated hallway, she admired. By the time they reached the kitchen again, Lena felt spent.
“I can’t believe this is all yours,” she smiled, touching the countertops of granite. “This is a beautiful villa.”
Andrew smiled, “Thank you, thank you.” He made a mock bow and earned a soft chuckle from her. He took that opportunity to ask, “You must tell me, where did you get your outfit?”
She did a quick turn, causing the short skirt to reveal more thigh, and then caught his look. “Do you like it?” she asked, blushing profusely.
Andrew looked away, “Do you want to change into something more comfortable? My sister sometimes stays here, there should be something you could wear,” he added, hoping she would take him up on the offer.
Lena should have. She knew she should have. She didn’t want to do anything unintentional, but she decided to remain as she was. With a decisive shake of her head, she replied, “I’m fine. But,” she turned to look him squarely in the eyes, “I’m hungry.”
Andrew smiled, needing no more of an invitation, “Allow me to begin the meal.” Andrew pulled out several packages, moving about the kitchen with familiarity. Lena grabbed a stool and sat down. She’d rarely been cooked for, and now, she had the dreamiest guy doing it for her. Life was too good to believe, sometimes.
Once everything was prepared, Andrew moved on to cooking the items. Like a pro he had several pots going at once. Each containing something that made Lena drool. He continued to amuse her, cracking jokes and making small talk as he continued to cook. They talked about liking the circus, aquariums, and the like. Andrew invited her to take a trip on his father’s yacht and she agreed. In fact, she agreed to EVERYTHING he offered her. And, before he could offer her his life and heart, everything was done and the meal was ready.
Sitting across from her at the small table on the patio, Andrew found himself watching her eat. And when he pretended to eat, he found himself listening to her eat. In simple terms, she ate. Where most women in his company would try to be quiet and not make any sound if they could help it, she didn’t care. She moaned and commented on every dish. And after moving on to the next dish, she would groan in ecstasy. Andrew bit his own lip, wondering how she would sound in the bedroom but didn’t dare to say anything. Why ruin the moment, right?
When the main part of the meal was done, she volunteered to do the dishes. Andrew did his best to object, but she refused and stomped into the villa, standing in front of the enormous sink. To her surprise, the pots and pans were already cleaned, and all that was left was what they used to eat. And so, when everything had made it safely into the sink, she began to scrub away, mindlessly cleaning while she hummed to herself.
Andrew made conversation a few times, wanting to figure out what to do next, but he found himself asking, before he could stop himself, “Why do you hate me so much?” It was out. She had just finished rinsing off the last plate and had put it in the drying area when the question slipped out. She froze, unsure of what to say. Andrew took her silence as fear and added, turning away from her, “Yes, I know I’m older than you but a little bit, and you’re probably intimidated of me, but why wouldn’t you even accept the flowers from me? Why did your go out of your way to not attend anything at my parents’ house? Please, tell me what’s wrong with me,” he added, bowing his head. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it. But if it could make him a better person, then he wanted it more than anything.
Lena was silent for several moments. She struggled between telling him how she thought him attractive and was embarrassed by it, or just to tell him that she didn’t like him and never see him again. She obviously didn’t want the latter, so she decided to stick with the truth. What could it hurt, right? I mean, it’s not as if he returned my silly girly emotions, she reasoned with herself.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly confessed, “Andrew, you were my childhood crush.” Andrew turned around, surprise all over his face, as she continued, “When you started giving me attention, I was so embarrassed to feel anything towards you. Me,” she added, taking a little step forward, “someone seven years younger than you. It would only be my feelings hurt instead of yours,” she added, her shoulder slumping.
Andrew was speechless. She was attracted to him. Those words were enough to last him a lifetime of peace. But no, she looked tortured. Andrew couldn’t stop himself. Had he the self-control, he would have used it. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her hard against him. Slightly off balanced by his sudden action, Lena was forced to lean herself into him. She was pleased to find it hard, but even more surprised to find another part of him, hard and ready to please.
She whimpered against his lips that crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding. Andrew wasn’t holding back with her. She had confessed and this was her reward. A kiss of the hungriest nature. Just to make her feel better. What a guy, she told herself, trying to think. The problem was, she felt urgent hands on her back, unzipping her from the one piece tennis outfit she had worn. And, her fingers were moving on their own, unbuttoning the few buttons at his collar and then pulling his body free from the shirt.
She couldn’t control herself. He was making it too hard for her. She wanted something she had never imagined wanting. She wanted him. Sex hadn’t even been a part of her life. She heard about it but never, in her wildest fantasies, did she think she would have it with Andrew Hamilton. The guy was seven years older than her. That was practically the age of her oldest brother, not to mention, the age of the triplets.
Oh, God, she thought, feeling herself lifted into the air. The cool counter top made her gasp. And then she gasped again, as he pulled the one piece dress over her head and tossed it aside. She sat before him in her laciest pink bra and underwear set. She remembered buying it, blushing the entire time she paid for it. Andrew’s eyes swam over her body, going from eyes to bra, to panties, to bra, to eyes, over and over again. Utterly vulnerable, she reached out her arms, wanting to be touched. She wondered how his skin felt like on hers.
Fever.
His skin was warm and hot. And then he pulled away. Lena whined, wanting to be touched. But Andrew kissed her gently, hands on the counter on either side of her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and then upwards into his hair. She tousled it, but lost her train of thought as Andrew’s kiss deepened. She opened her mouth to his, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. She followed his tongue in her mouth, rubbing and licking him as much as possible. It’s not as if she’d ever kissed anyone. She was still working on not liking someone seven years older than her. It was difficult too, Andrew being such a babe and all.
But his kiss deepened, she began feeling heat in strange places. With her scent growing muskier, she couldn't help but kick her legs out to catch his waist, pulling him closer to the apex of her legs, where heat seemed to be gathered. But he didn’t mind.
He continued to work her mouth, finding each secretive place, and thoroughly sending shivers through her entire body. He smiled against her lips, his hands firmly still on the countertop. If he were to move it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. Her pink lingerie was enough to welcome his invitation to bed, but she was a virgin, so she didn’t know. And he couldn’t take an advantage of her inexperience. Or could he?
Unaware of Andrew’s dilemma, Lena made her choice clear by moving her hands down his chest, to his hands. Slowly, she lifted them off the countertop, though he resisted, he didn’t want to hurt her, and let her place his hands; one on her lower back, pulling him forward, and the other on her bra’s clasp. An obvious way of saying, fuck me.
Andrew was shocked. He recovered quickly, thinking with his other head. “The best way to make sure you build up strength in the right areas, you should undergo physical therapy.”
“Mmm?” she murmured against his skin. “And who will be administering my physical therapy, Dr. Hamilton? I don’t let just anybody give my therapy, physically.”
Andrew gave up the talk and seized her mouth. She opened, willingly and he went crazy. Pulling her off the counter, he broke the kiss to navigate them to his bedroom, where he shut his soundproof door and locked it, just in case.
Laying her on the bed, he dropped his pants, leaving on his boxers, just in case he scared her. But the moment he climbed onto the bed, he commanded, “On your hands and knees, please.” Lena complied, arching her back, unashamed. It was her body, the part of her that was the most perfect. And now, she didn’t mind giving him a show, if that was what he wanted. How many times will I get the man of my dreams in this soft of a situation, she asked herself.
She turned to face him, seeing his eyes darken with lust and something deeper, perhaps love. She licked one finger, and then pulled it all the way into her mouth, before pulling it out to drag it down her body. She pulled her knees to her chest and opened them, giving him an easy view of her most feminine areas, all wet for him. He reached out and cupped a breast, teasing the nipple to a hardened bud. Leaning closer, he gently licked it, knowing his tongue was wetting her teasing material, hiding nothing from view. He didn’t mind. He would take it off in a bit, anyway.
He let his eyes run wild, his cock hardening. He wanted her to touch him, but he didn’t want to make her do something she didn’t want to do. She was, after all, a virgin. But she didn’t act like one, he argued. He watched as she reached forward to stroke his nipple. She held back her moans, as if unwilling to be the first one to make a sound. The bed moved, the mattress helped her as he slid closer, his legs moving in front of him, and she knelt, her knees spread, her hands on his shoulder, her arms draped on him. It would be so easy to fuck her roughly, but he wanted to be gentle. Down boy, he thought to himself, though having little effect.
He reached around her, unclasping her bra, and tossing it aside. He had to be careful, he reminded himself. He knew all of her medical weaknesses now, thus he should be able to give her the maximum amount of pleasure without hurting her. Or so he hoped.
He pushed her onto her back and slid her lacey panties off her body. From her toes, he began to kiss, lick, and nibble his way up her body. When he reached her thighs, he slowed down. She moaned, “Please, just make love to me. Please, Andrew, Dr. Hamilton, make love to me.” Her pleas became more and more erotic until Andrew couldn’t believe she was begging for it.
He licked her once. He licked her twice. He moved his index finger to her opening and pushed in. Her muscles contracted, her eyes flew open, and she let out a loud gasp as he nestled a finger completely inside of her. She moaned, she moved, and, after about a moment of feeling it strange, she began to move against his finger, as if willing it to move too. So he moved it.
When he pulled his wet index finger out of her womanly core, she whimpered in protest. He smiled, pushing it back in. “Do you like that?” he whispered, catching a nipple between his lips. All coherency having left her, Lena began to move her hips in circles, wanting more. Andrew slowly picked up the pace, in and out, in and out. He watched her respond, not like a virgin, but very much a woman in heat. He saw her cheeks flushed and he smiled, working on her nipple as her hands twisted at the sheets in pleasure. He even began wiggling his finger inside of her, and even changed to his middle finger. She noticed the difference, but could only moan out her pleasure of his gentleness with her.
When he had her jumping his finger wildly, he withdrew his fingers completely, smiling to hear her beg for him not to, before pushing both index and middle finger into her. Her body arched, her slick canal stretched, and she began to cry out his name, gasping and writhing in delight. And Andrew moved his mouth from her nipple to find the clit, peeking out. Making a dive, he caught it between his lips and sucked. He sucked, licked, and kept his fingers pumping, until her body bucked and her first orgasm shook her into a crazed daze.
He withdrew his fingers, gently stimulating himself into more of an obedient state. When he saw her coming around, though still in her orgasmic daze, he started kissing her, using his tongue, his teeth, and his lips, bringing her up again. He wanted her. More than anything in the world. More than his first bike, computer, so much more than his first car. His desire for her felt endless, though as he positioned his tip against her opening, he moved so that it brushed her clit.
She gasped, her eyes closed, her body at it’s most relaxed it had ever been while she was conscious. She knew she had just been shaken by an orgasm, but it when it continued without his touch, she realized that it was more than just one. Her heart leapt, when he began kissing her, but something told her that it was long from over. And the moment something hard brushed her clit, she felt her body release something within her. Allowing the long, hard, penis entrance, allowing it to easily slide into her and break what resistance she barely felt.
Barely. She felt it, but barely.
But the moment she felt it, she felt something else. She felt a wave of pleasure tingle through her. She barely noticed that Andrew was speaking. “You did well, rotating the hips was nicely done. Now, to make this part work, you need to squeeze your inner muscles,” he continued, but it was lost to her. To her, nothing was felt, heard, nor sensed, except for his penis.
She didn’t like the word, penis. It was a part of the male’s body she had heard mentioned several times during tea. But it’s not as though she made a mental note of what it was supposed to look like and do. It was just the man’s ‘joy stick’, as Cat had explained it once before Lena underwent sex education at her private school. According to Cat, “A man needs it to give the woman his sperm. Not only that, but it feels great when he knows how to use it. It’s shaped like a stick because, that’s the only way into women. And boy, will it give the woman joy, when used correctly.” Her words really confused Lena, but after sex ed, all was clear and Lena found herself wondering about Andrew’s joy stick that night, but she banished it from her thoughts, too embarrassed to think of it again.
And now, his joystick was inside of her, his hips pumping, building waves of luscious pleasure and countless explosions rocked her into rhythm with him. His head thrown back, he continued to move, trying to give her the maximum amount of pleasure without being rough. She knew he was trying to be gentle, but she was tired of gentle. If she wanted gentle, she would be moaning and calling out for it. Now, she wanted rough, raw, love.
She tried to recall what Grant had once mentioned. “With her muscles squeeze, I just lose control,” and then her sisters mentioned different positions to gain the most pleasure. So, Lena decided to put her 21 years of hearing about sexual pleasures, experiences, and positions to use.
She shifted and Andrew slowed down until he stopped. He thought he hurt her, in some way, but was so close to almost being hardened without her stimulating him. But he found her pushing him down so that she was on top. Still facing him, she placed his hands on her hips and allowed him to guide her up and down, using gravity as a support. She also placed her hands on the bed, his face at her chest level. And she began to hump him. He got the point. She wanted to be in charge. He could respect that.
But with breasts in front of him, he couldn’t resist leaning upwards to catch one, every so often with his mouth, sucking on her and teething slightly, before falling back to the mattress. “Figure 8s, figure 8s,” she murmured to herself, and he frowned. He’d heard of that before, but that was in kama sutra. He watched her frown, her eyes closed, as she focused on giving him the pleasure. The thought of her wanting to try positions with him meant only one thing. She wanted more.
Andrew, more than willingly, gave her more. He moved both his hands to her breasts and began squeezing, though still helping her move up and down. He felt her muscles working, teaching herself how to tighten and loosen, while working a formation with her hips. The little minx was using kama sutra on him. He tried to ask her what else she was planning, but bit her nipple. Her back arched as she moved faster, finding a way to make it easier.
In all honesty, Lena felt like she were going crazy. She wanted him to give her tough love so badly, and yet, he gave her control. But she decided to do whatever she knew how to do. And then it moved her a bit. Smiling, she lowered herself to his hear and, with what words she could, she moaned, “Harder, please. I’ll be your sex slave. Doggy-style it for me. Please,” she moaned, teasing his nipples with hers, his penis still hard and ready.
As soon as the words left her mouth, he pulled out of her. She moaned, in complaint, and reached out for him. He pushed her onto her hands and knees, using a pillow for her knees and began to maul her. He pumped, pushed, ground, and sped up all the way. He made sure each stroke went deep, and when he pulled out, she could feel him never completely leave. In and out, harder and harder, he pumped her body for more. He gave up on self-control and just concentrated on not breaking her. He was sure, so sure, that this was it for him.
The idea brought him strange peace. Her cries grew more intense as he felt her walls clamping down harder, she was getting closer to the best moment he could give her in bed, of her life. And the only thought that crossed his mind, even as she was peaking, closer, he pushed her and turned her over, determined to face her and watch her succumb to the passion of lovers. She would be his first and last lover. Her first romance.
Her first.
He groaned her name into her ear, and a moment later, she cried his name, wave after wave of pure pleasure rocking her and shaking her. She was still weak and speechless when he pulled her into his embrace. She still shook as he began kissing her entire body. And when he pulled her close for sleep, she fell asleep to the sound of his strong and steady heartbeat. Nothing beat that moment. Nothing beat that feeling. For both of them, they fell asleep, only to wake later, to try again for a photo finish.

***

It was morning when Andrew woke, holding Lena in his arms. She nuzzled closer to him. Andrew chuckled, “If we could do this every day and every night, would you like that?”
Lena rolled her eyes, “The only way to do that would be,” she stopped, looking up at him, frowning, “You’re too old for me.”
Andrew, tired of hearing the lie he once told biting him over and over again each time she stated it, rolled off the bed, taking one of the covers with him. Lena looked over her shoulder, surprised that he was out of the bed so soon. Had she annoyed him or something? But before she could call out for him, he returned with a folder.
Great, work in bed. That’s all she needed now. As she slowly got away from the bed, he pushed her onto the bed and pulled her closer to him. Kissing her into submission, he asked, “You’re not leaving me now, are you?”
“It’s your fault for bringing work into bed,” she stated, licking him gently before biting him, lovingly, of course.
To this, Andrew chuckled and opened the folder, “This is my birth certificate. It’s legal and real.” Lena read it over and then again. Her eyes caught the year and she looked up to see him nod, “I lied and bribed my way into college and then medical school. I got in because of my scores, see?” he turned the page and showed her his test scores, all perfect. “But my parents didn’t like the attention, nor did I, for that matter, so we paid to have a fake birth certificate made. The schools know the truth, but according to my real birth certificate, I’m only two years older than you. That’s better than seven, right?”
Lena slowly flipped through the folder, reading and looking at everything. Her heart beat wildly within her ribcage. He was only two years older than she was. That meant, her eyes turned to him, registering what it meant and he slammed her to the bed, unable to stop himself. She swallowed, staring into his eyes, a new possibility forming in her thoughts.
Andrew smiled, slowly, “Lena Grey, did you mean it when you said you were in love with me last night?”
Lena, speechless, nodded.
Andrew turned away and when he was back, he held a small square box in his hand. “I bought this when I was sure. Please,” he opened the box to reveal a single diamond ring, with tiny green stones all around it, “will you marry me?”
Lena swallowed. She nodded once and he slid the ring on her finger. Pushing the folder and box aside, what ensued could have gotten her pregnant, but didn’t.

***

Later, much later, when both were clothed, Lena stared at her ring. After 18 years of being in love with one man, she was engaged to the same man. He coerced her out of her usual shell and made her scream in ecstasy like a wild woman. He found out the truth of her medical record, but not the most important one. With all her heart, she was determined to reveal the last truth about her that most men found undesirable about her.
Andrew sneaked up behind her and kissed her neck. “Come on, let’s go tell your parents!”
“My parents! Did you –” she stopped, eyes wide. “Did you ask for my parents’ permission?”
Andrew looked guiltily at her, “I asked before the first time I gave you flowers. I asked again when I turned seventeen. Again when I turned twenty-one, and again, before I left work yesterday, for our match. Each time I asked, they gave me their approval.” He paused, one hand brushing her hair from her cheeks, “You were mine since the day I met you. Out of desire of revenge and ownership and pride, but also out of love.” Andrew kissed her gently. “Lena Grey, I have been in love with you for all my life. Please say that’s alright with you.”
Lena stared into his eyes, finding no lies, and then she bowed her head, “Andrew, there’s something I have to tell you.” She swallowed, but her tears welled up in her eyes and she stated, looking into his eyes, “I can’t have children.”
Andrew remained stern, firm, as he confessed, “I know. It was in your medical file. And,” he paused when Lena’s jaw dropped, “your parents told me when I first asked to marry you. They reminded me every time I asked. Lena, I love you, but I also am quite relieved that we will never need a condom. We will never stop having sex, everywhere. And I could and will never love you less than you deserve.”
Lena couldn’t speak. Reaching up, she threw her arms around him and kissed him, giving him her heart. Andrew, not needing anything other than a kiss from her to make him horny, unzipped her dress, scooped her into his arms, and rushed for the bedroom. Lena laughed as he undressed himself and ravished her, again and again.
They eventually made it to the Grey’s home. Her parents eyed her suspiciously, but were happy for them. All of her siblings used their eyes to tell her that she would be the one spilling at teatime. And, to her horror, Andrew joined their teatime, adding to the colorful conversation. Everyone laughed and, the entire time, Andrew had his fingers laced with Lena’s. When the siblings demanded a kiss, he kissed her willingly and openly.

***

Many evenings later, both families gathered to congratulate the couple. In the restroom, Lena frowned, feeling a strange feeling. She reached into her bag and pulled out a birth tester. Skeptical, she used it. It was positive. Eyes wide, tears flowing from her eyes, she screamed. Seconds later, Andrew was at the door, pounding on it.
“Lena, honey! Are you alright?! What is it?” he demanded, urgent to see her.
In all truth, he had sneaked away, hoping to find her and have a little fun. When Lena opened the door, she was positively glowing. She showed him the tester and his eyes widened. “I’m going to be a father.”
“Do you still want to marry me?” she asked, willing herself to look into his eyes.
“Yes, absolutely, more than anything in the world,” he continued to affirm his love for her, even as Lizzie sneaked down the stairs to tell the others what had happened. And when a great roar of joy was heard from downstairs, and when they returned, everyone had tears in their eyes. The youngest and most vulnerable of the Greys was engaged to the love of her life, and was pregnant. For Lena, there had never been a happier day.

***

Eight years, two months, and 24 days later, with the kids still fast asleep in their beds, Lena woke in the embrace of Andrew. She watched him sleep, enchanted. Though not enticed or prompted, she rolled him onto his back and smiled, loving their complete privacy. She pulled him into her, loving the way he hardened up the moment she began giving herself the rhythm.
For Andrew, he loved pretending to be asleep longer than her. In the past, she would play with him, tickle him, and taste him until he ‘woke up’. These days, she skipped straight to pulling him into her, which he didn’t mind at all. And to open his eyes to see her so lust ridden, he had never been happier.

fin.