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It hadn't taken long for Vanessa to fall in love with the town of Richmond. Young, bright and full of dreams, she had moved from her hometown Englewood in Ohio to Indiana. Moving to a new state sounded grander than it actually had been. Richmond was safe and close enough to home. Still, it was her starting out on her own, at her first job at the old book store in the city, a twenty-one year old woman testing her wings for the first time.

Roger Williams had been exactly the seventh person she had met. She had wanted a little place of her own. She didn't care how small it was. Mr. Williams had a decent reputation as a realtor and in the small little town, he was the first one that people recommended. She had spent a good many days house hunting with him. He was patient and kind, never smirking at her moderate budget. Finally, to her dismay, even the cheapest house was beyond her means and she had settled for a rented place that Mr. Williams had helped her find.

That was a year ago. Over time, Mr. Williams had become her Roger. It took some time certainly. Vanessa had initially, politely, declined the invitations to coffee. The brown haired man was twenty years her senior and the idea of a date seemed rather absurd. Four months into her stay at Richmond, her list of acquaintances had only expanded to eleven. On a very rainy weekend that made it impossible for her to visit home for her birthday, loneliness and persistence had resulted in a cup of coffee with Roger that extended into dinner. Two months thence, the dinner ended with breakfast and with Vanessa being very aware of how warm Roger's brown eyes looked in the sun.

Roger was different from all her past lovers, not that there had been many. He was her third and he made it seem like there had never been anyone else before him. He was warm and gentle and seemed to know what she wanted before she herself did. He gave her exactly what she needed and every Saturday, Vanessa's toes would curl as she arched in pleasure, his voice filling her as surely as he filled the rest of her. Her week would be spent in a delirium, eager for their weekly tryst, eager to see him, eager to hold his hand, eager to be his.

Of the fact that he wanted her, Vanessa had no doubt, but there was a way in how he touched her the morning after - as something precious he has borrowed than something he owns, that made her heart ache. She had seen Amanda's picture in his house. How could she not? Her presence was everywhere. She even looked back at him through Vanessa's eyes.

Vanessa woke in Vegas next to him. Six months with him had been a lifetime for her. His body shaded the sunlight from her eyes and she smiled at him, tracing her fingers over his chest, drawing him close and planting a kiss on the now familiar lips. She took his large hands in hers and clasped it to her chest as she stole a few more minutes of idleness. She willed his hand to feel the pain inside her breast. She willed him to acknowledge the look in her eyes and more than anything else, she willed him to look at her and see her.

It was always very easy for Vanessa to be swept up in Roger's passion. In his arms, aware of his desires, Vanessa's own heart always seemed to disappear. She felt his touch all over, and her body began to respond matching his passion, the sound of him further fuelling her reaction. A feedback that went ever higher.

A series of questions, half answered though a semi conscious daze... moans and thrusts met and met again, kisses and nibbles and delightful pain... for a moment, all that mattered was the sharing. Body trumps brain some times. Primal instincts are primal for a reason. Under an experienced hand, an inexperienced heart has no hope.

She let Roger have a free reign on her body, eager to please. Perhaps, in the corner of her mind, her unquestioning acquiescence was another way for her to express how she felt towards him. She let his exploration continue across her body, always saying yes, always obeying. The plug was inserted and she felt weak. It was a strange sensation, unnatural and intense.

Shower with Roger was always fun. His twinkling eyes shone with a mischievous delight as he soaped her hollows and nooks, slipping over her nipples, circling them... soaping her little slit and her rapidly engorging clitoris. She fumbled as she proceeded to lather him, his erection and all the inches of him that she adored. The plug always made her aware and kept her at a higher level of sexual awareness than usual.

After the shower, Roger took her out and Vanessa spent the day stupidly happy. He kept the plug buzzing at the most inopportune moments and grinning mischievously at her. Whenever he smiled, he looked years younger. Vanessa clutched at his hand each time it vibrates and felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. His smile was reflected in hers and her little head was filled with only thoughts of Roger and this glorious weekend.

From the way he wanted her, looked at her, played with her, Vanessa was quite sure he loved her. She took a quiet moment to gently kiss him on the lips and said, "Roger, say my name?" She watched as he drew back in surprise but did. She sighed, content, adoring how her name rolled off his tongue. He rarely ever called her by her name. He had a slew of pet names for her. She had woken to an "I love you ladybug". Other times, it was some other endearing name. Never her name. "Say it again, please?", she said, almost pleading. She could feel her plug starting to vibrate as a look of familiar amusement began to twinkle in his eyes. He was always ever playful. It was as though he knew what she would say but didn't want her to.

She took his hands and shook her head, silently requesting him to stop the buzzing. She looked at him, straight in the eyes and said, "I love you Roger" and then, because she could never bring herself to say these words before he acknowledged the ones she spoke, she mentally added, far more than you know.