Alone in the World

[Kitteness]

This is a new thread for a story I'm introducing and have invited: amon_darknight to join me. This story is about a man ( amon_darknight need a character) who works/owns a condoplex who has just been put through the ringer by his ex and has temporarily sworn off women, when orphaned Sangria Malfoy moves into the condo left to her by her late father comes into his life.

My character:
Name: Sangria Malfoy
Age: 19
Height: 5'5.5"
Weight: 100lbs Size 2
Eyes: Blue/almost violet, depending on surrounding colors and mood, long blonde lashes that caress her face when she closes her eyes, small pale eyebrows that arch over full, tear shaped eyes
Hair: Platinum blond, very light, waist length, straight as a board
Figure: 34D, 25 in waist, 36" hips and bottom
Dominant light colored freckles across nose and upper cheeks
Straight, short yet upturned nose
Full pink lips
Pointed curvy chin

For all outward appearances Sangria Malfoy is the all around goody-goody. She is a straight A student. Innocent, a virgin, strangely misunderstood . What no one knows, and will they dare to find out, is what twisted dark fantasies Sangria has and would like to fulfill. . Outwardly nervous, but just waiting for the right "opportunity".

 

[amon_darknight]

Jack Yates
5’9”
179 lbs
Black hair, messy and cut short but long at the top
Has a scruffy 5 o’clock shadow but a bit longer
Brown almost golden eye color
Has a tattoo of his ex wife’s name and nick name – Sherry nickname girly
Also has a scar along his left cheek to his jaw line where he got hit by a plate and glass and cut him pretty badly by his ex wife.

Jack Yates is the owner and Landlord of this condo/plex and is just a torn apart guy now, he used to be a track runner and basketball player, but after his wife ripped his heart out and stomped on it, only to eat it and spit it back in his face, he took to drinking and smoking and let himself go. Jack is not in bad shape, but has a little beer belly and does not shave very often, he really doesn’t give a shit about anything anymore, he just does what he needs to do in the day and wishes that someone would kill him. He is a sad man now, just dark and depressing, he swore that he would never love another woman again for as long as he lived and he usually kept his promises, he now just practices his martial arts in his apartment and watches T.V as he drinks and smokes, watches porno and jerks off in the shower, living a unfulfilling life.

But the day that he sees that a new attendant has moved in, he sees that she is a beautiful woman, but Jack quickly shakes those thoughts out of his mind and thinks “She is just a kid.” He walks over to her apartment wearing his sunglasses and a white shirt and jeans with his bathrobe still on, his hair a mess and unshaven, stinks of booze and smoke, but he doesn’t seem to care. He knocks on the door.

“Hello! Rent is due the 16th of every month and I will need last and first of this month, and than you will never have to deal with me ever again, my apartment is the one with the bottles all over the outside of the door and the picture of my ex wife with a knife wedged through the door so deep that I cannot get it out, so just drop the money off and live your crappy life, I am drunk or sick or something. Good bye.”

He said all this through the door and he staggered off back to his place, he had a deep, almost sexy voice, but broken up by booze. He was a strange man.

 

[Kitteness]

next

She was just getting out of the shower when she heard the gruff voice outside her door. She had twisted her long hair up in a towel. She had pulled on her pink nylon jogging shorts, a sports bra and a running tank with the words "ANGEL" on them. She had just managed to get to the door when he'd said something about a "miserable life". She peeked out the window to see his trim yet out of shape pyhsic, hidden by his jeans and robe, swaying back accross the way he had come. She had seen him yesterday when she was moving in to the condo her dad had left her. It was long from paid off, but between the inheritance both her parents had left her, her mom had passed on only a year ago, and being an only child of well to do parents, she would have plenty to pay for the condominium and she started a new job in a week, at the local bar. She would have to transfer shcools of course, but it was summer now and she wouldn't have to worry about that for now. She knew she had to go and pay the first and last months rent/deposit, but that meant actually having to face the bitter drunken man that had just passed through the doorway with the daggered woman's face upon it. How twisted, she thought. What the hell was wrong with him anyway? But stilll, the neighboring female's certainly appreciated what he "used to be". "Anyway, she thought, weird or bitter, what she she could see of his ass was, (she blushed), delicious. Those kinds of thoughts always seem to get to her virginess soul. I mean she had, had boyfriends and "fooled around" some, but she had never felt the complex feelings needed to become sexually involved with someone. She threw her shoulder pack over her back and stepped out the door once she was sure he was safely tucked inside his own condo and set out for her morning jog. The movers would be here in a couple of hours and she needed to finish her job and drop off the money to mister gloomy pants on her way in before meeting them.

 

[amon_darknight]

Jack slammed his door shut and slumped on his couch and turned his T.V on and hit his stereo on, out of the apartment he played the Doors, “Light My Fire” and Jack laid there and closed his eyes.

“Will today be the day where God takes my life and ends my miserable life?”

He than picked up a bottle and chugged a good amount out of the vodka. He looked to the wall and saw a picture of his ex-wife and sighed.

“I KNOW I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, I FUCKED UP, I KNOW!”

He just yelled out and threw a knife at the picture, stabbing right into her ear. Jack breathed deep and was glad no one was in the adjacent condo, cause they would probably called the cops on multiple occasions. Jack slumped back down and drank down more vodka.

 

[Kitteness]

more

She had just returned from her 5-mile jog, when she stopped in front of his door, “Jack Yates-Owner and Landlord”. She knocked tentatively, no answer. She knocked again. This time the force of the knock causing her luminous blond hair to fall from its entrapment, down past her shoulders to her waist and hang limply from the dampness of the sweat. “Damn”, she swore. Still no answer. She opened her bag to retrieve her towel and the envelope that held the check out of it. She looked around for a drop box of some kind and saw it lying on the ground filled with cigarette butts, surrounded by empty and broken beer bottles, and mostly drained bottles of other alcohalic beverages. “Damn”, she swore again, and knocked a little louder, becoming slightly agitated. She had to shower and change before the moving van arrived with her things. Just as she was about to turn and leave the door slammed open and he stood before her glaring, with a what do you want look. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of booze. She almost ran away. But held her ground against those ominous dark chocolate eyes, trying not to stare at the scar along his face that showed out starkly against his, had to be, week stubble on his brooding face. Knowing the faint blush that had stole upon her checks brought out her dreaded childlike freckles. Her near violet eyes, glanced up to him and diverted quickly when his lips thinned into a sneer. “I..ah..here”, she handed him the pink envelope marked “rent” on the front. Her heavy chest heaving out of fear. He nearly jerked it out of her hand, studying first her then the blasted femininely pink envelope. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door in her face. She stood there momentarily dumbfounded. Then the anger rose within her, her sharply angled curved chin rose in defiance. The beautifully arched blonde eyebrows drawing together, her lush eyelashes elongated by the way she drew her eyes together in aplomb. She was just about to pound on the door and demand an explanation, when the time on her watch caught her eyes. She had exactly one hour to rearrange the few things she had kept of her dads and prepare for the arrival of her own things. She angrily did an about face and half-stomped, half-ran across the way to her own abode. Wondering briefly if this man had known her dad, and if so, what he had thought of him. Because so far he had not impressed her. What was his problem anyway.

 

[amon_darknight]

What were peoples problems? They pound on the doors expecting people to be ready at all times and than they stare dumbfoundly at you, what is it with people, no manners, but he guess that she was a woman and a beautiful one of that.

“Oh shit… she is just a kid, get over it and move on.”

He looked around and found another bottle of alcohol and he drank this one slower as he thought of that woman, long alluring hair, spell like enchanting eyes, curves that could catch the attention of even gods. Jack shook his head and drank more as he thought of her.

“No, I wont allow myself to think of those things…”

He made a tight fist and slumped down on the couch again. Frustration and anger both were stirring inside of him, but he did feel an attraction towards her. He picked up the remote and pressed play on it as a porn clicked on and he watched two women and a guy having sex and Jack just watched jerking off.

“Mmmm this will take my mind off her…”

He stroked himself to orgasm, cum covering his stomach in large globs and he sighed.

“All because of you…”

He wiped himself off with a old towel by his couch and he just laid there still watching the porno, what time was it and why did he still think of that woman that gave him a pink envelope?

“FUCK!”

 

[Kitteness]

She had unpacked her things and settled in for the night. Tucked under her soft down throw with the wolf pack tromping through the snow on it. She peeked out the large bay window over the Mr. Yates condo. The curtain pulled back on his own bay window caught her eyes. Then they widened in shock as she could barely see the blurry images of the a man pounding his stiff hardness of a voluptuous brunette while she fought to raise herself to the nether lips or the writhing redhead above her. At least that’s what she thought she saw. Unable to tear herself away, she slowly rounded the end of the couch and opened the front door. She’d only meant to step across a few feet, to get a better look. So she was more than a little shocked to find herself practically pressing her straight, short yet upturned nose to his window, mesmerized by what was on the screen. It didn’t help her curiosity one bit as the man pulled the brunette up onto her hands and knees and pounded harder and deeper into her…ass this time?, while the redhead climbed under her and began to eat out her pussy. All the while, the brunette is screaming and jerking her head from side to side. Sangria had seen a porn film once or twice before, in the privacy of her home, alone, letting her fingers venture down to the soft golden curls between her legs, touching herself where no one else had been allowed to go. She felt herself grow damp, then blushed and became even slicker when she realized that Jack was slowing moving his had up and down that…oh gosh…his…and it was so thick…and…long…She was mesmerized when he came, never actually seeing this close to in person. It spurted out of him in strong white bursts and landed in a big glob across his chest and stomach. She felt her insides clinching and couldn’t stand not to at least reach her had down to her…oh shit all she had on were her bikini underwear and a tank top…still, she flicked that little hardened nub of desire. Then he said it, “All because of you… “, and the arousal turned to embarrassment. What was she doing, what was she thinking? Obviously he had someone in his life he still cared for, and she must have hurt him something terrible. Here she was standing mostly naked outside of his apartment caressing her clit to the mans porno and masturbation, while he’s probably thinking of his true love. She had to get a grip on herself. She only paused briefly as he washed the proof of his orgasm off his chest and sat dazedly on the couch, staring, barely fixated on the porno that still played before his eyes. Eyes that at the moment were just a little bit softer, and she realized just a little bit sexier in this time of relaxation for him. He looked…almost sad…almost “real”, reachable…almost…human, and he was, aside from the small beer belly and the 5 day old shadow, sexy as HELL! His chest was bared, his pants that were at one point only at his knees, had fallen at least to the front and to his feet. His hair, while it appeared to be short, was actually a long, and a silky midnight black. She realized it would be beautiful, and soft to her fingers, if he’d ever cleaned it up. And was it her imagination, or in his relaxed manner, with his face at that angle, was that scar not scary, but dangerously sexy. She could still see his manhood clearly. An unfamiliar tingle washing through her body as she realized she wanted a closer look. She had to go, she was loosing her mind. She had not saved the most precious thing to a woman for some black-hearted cad like Jack Yates, she had to get out of there before someone seen her. It was at that distracted moment that she realized that after looking at his arm for his watch a moment ago, and not being able to find it, Jack must have started to look around the room for a clock, because the next thing she knew, there he sat on the couch, looking straight at her and yelling “FUCK!”

 

[amon_darknight]

He was in shock that he let himself leave his curtain open and to see this woman that he just was thinking about in her underwear and a tank top, this was not good. He quickly stood up and zipped his hard cock still up and had trouble doing so and he walked over to the door to open it, the porno still playing on the T.V, with the two women now kissing and rubbing each others breasts together while the guy just laid there eating the brunettes pussy out while the red head rode the man hard.

“Hey, is this a fucking show here, was there a man outside charging for tickets, what’s the matter with you?”

He was a little annoyed that she saw him and he still had his cock hanging out, it was rock hard and it looked like Jack didn’t even care.

“You just cant be snooping outside someone’s home like that.”

She saw his eyes roaming over her body as he spoke, what was he thinking, he had to stop, she already knew he was a pervert, so now he was making her seem like he was an asshole, but he did not want this woman getting closer to him.

“Look you better go before my bitch of a wife gets home…”

The door was wide open and she could see a picture of his wife in her wedding dress, but the strange thing was that it had a knife wedged into the picture and words written on it.

“HEART CRUSHER.”

In bold letters under her. Jack only looked back to see what she was looking at and shook his head.

“My wife will be back soon, so I should go.”

Sadness filled his face and he put his head down.

“I am sorry you had to see that, I should have closed the curtain, my apologies.”

He than closed his door and she saw the curtains close as the sound of a guitar now rang in the air, it played a sad song, a song of heart break and depression.

 

[Kitteness]

She didn’t know what to think. The furious man who had come to the door hurling insults through his slit near golden eyes, seemingly unembarrassed by the movie and actions thereof, barley keeping that hot cock covered…wait, did she just think “hot cock”, was not the same jaggedly broken man that had claimed a wife, that even she knew was not coming back, was on her way home. “Hot cock”, she thought again. “hot man”, she replied to herself. Now she herself was getting “hot”. She was still standing at his door when the lonesome, broken, melancholy strains of NIN floated through the now closed doors, it sounded like “Hurt”. Yes, the more she listened through the door, lyrics she could definitely tag as NIN‘s Hurt, wafted through the walls. “What have I become, my sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt…”(NIN lyrics-no ownership or claim) She wanted to go to him, wrap that battered soul in her arms, tell him that the world hadn’t abandoned him, that not everyone had to go away. To teach him to love again and to be able to feel the release of himself into a body that would comfort and please…whoa, were did that come from.

She stood there a while, debating, listening to the end of those sad lyrics. Just before the end of the song, he opened the door. There were tears streaming down that rugged face, seemingly burning his skin. The few drops that had fallen onto that horrid scar made it shine almost iridescently. She reached up her hand to wipe a stray tear. He gently took her hand in his own. His eyes begging her in desperation from their milky way depths to not pull away. He gently turned her hand over and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Please, go home, before we both do something we’ll regret in the morning, my young innocent Adonis. You don’t want to get caught up with someone like me. I’m no good for anyone.” Once again she went to reach for him. He jerked her body to him. Pressing strong muscles against her small frame, his still raging erection pressing against her tiny stomach. She could feel it there, like a strong thick shaft pressing into her abdomen. He bent his head to kiss her, lightly at first. She could taste the whiskey present on his breath. The bitter taste of lingering of cigarette on her lips. When she opened her mouth to him, it was almost too much. He thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. A soft swirl, a graze of her perfect teeth. That soft little tongue darting out from those thick, soft lips. Oh, he groaned on the inside such innocence and beauty. Innocence, the thought struck him hard in the gut. He was standing outside his condo, after jerking off to a porno, traipsing around yelling with his stone hard dick hanging out. He thought of all he’d done, to his wife, to the world in general. Oh God, what in the hell did he think he was doing? He pushed her none too gently away. His toffee butter eyes turning cold once more. “Get out!” “Get out now, or I’ll do something you will regret for the rest of your life. Now go!” he yelled.
From the sheer change in attitude she ran. Her violet blue eyes filling with tears that fell over the lids. It was as though she only just now realized she wasn’t even half dressed. Her nipples standing hard at attention, even though it wasn’t cold. An unfamiliar ache burning through her body. “Why?” “Why had he made her leave after making love to her mouth?”

 

[amon_darknight]

How was this happening, there was a drop dead gorgeous woman at his door step and she was just about throwing herself at him, but he had to resist. Waves of emotion were washing through him as he felt her against him now, but as he kissed those soft plush lips he felt at peace with himself, what was that? This couldn’t be happening, he swore to himself that he would not give himself over to another woman ever again. He pushed her away gently and he looked to her as he reached into his house and took a bottle off the table by his door and he took another swig of whiskey.

“Get out, get out now before I do something that you will regret for the rest of your life!”

He turned his back letting his bathrobe flow out and he walked back into his condo and slammed the door, why was he letting the emotion of love back into his life, he was not about to do that again.

“Fuck love, fuck that emotion right up the ass, I got the perfect solution to that feeling…”

He walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of 151 proof rum and he unscrewed the cork as he took a swig and he fell to his ass.

“I will never love again, SHERRY THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

He again took another large swig and he felt his eyes start to close as he fell over and let the bottle of rum spill on the ground.

In Jack’s dream:

Jack walked down a foggy hallway to see his ex-wife chained to a fence and a leather clad woman with blonde hair with a riding crop standing before her, the leather clung her curves so perfectly, they revealed how big of tits she really had and made her tits scream to be released, the leather was so high up, she had a perfect camel toe showing and Jack drooled, he watched as the blonde ran the riding crop between the legs of his ex-wife and he just stood there and watched as she teased her and than swatted her ass with the riding crop, the only sounds Jack could hear was moaning noises, like they were coming from a porno or something. The blonde woman looked to Jack, but seemed to look right through him and he saw who she was…

It was that woman from across the way…

He looked wide eyed as he watched her lick over his ex-wife’s nipples and run her crotch over Sherry’s thigh. This was insane, why was he seeing things like this, he watched as his ex-wife got her nipples nibbled on and than swatted on the ass a few more times, Jack almost smiled as he watched this, but she looked like she had pain in her eyes, and that didn’t set right with Jack, but he than saw Sherry moan as she got her pussy rubbed and nipples sucked on.

This was a dream Jack didn’t want to have.

 

[Kitteness]

When she got home, he was still there, still there in her mind. Still there in the unfamiliar ache between her legs, still there in the dark thoughts of her mind. "Sherry", must be his wife/ex-wife's name. It was her picture that hung on the wall with a benevolent knife through it. What in the world had she done to him? What Sangria wouldn't love with an hour alone with her, she thought, to question her and beat the hell out of her, and torture her, her mind said with glee.

Love/lust wasn't supposed to be like this, not for her. She was a virgin for goodness sake! An almost twenty year old virgin at that. She wondered if her Jack, her jack, what the hell? She wondered if he had noticed her birthday was this coming Saturday. She didn’t know why he would have. She had never had any real use of a dildo, but she had to consider going and unpacking the box of things her friend Mia had given her. Mia, her friend that threw “adult parties”. Would there be one in there? What was she thinking, did she want to lose her virginity to a piece of plastic? No, she thought I want to go back there and fuck him senseless. Where did that come from, her inner voice thought back. Tomorrow then it settled confidently.

She glanced out the window, across the way she could finally see lights on in his condo. She had discussed this with herself a thousand times. It was her birthday. She had noticed that Jack had not spoken to her the few times they passed, but he did seem to finally be out of his alcohol induced haze. She even thought she’d seen him practicing some type of martial arts through the curtains of his home. Not that he had bothered to clean up. He still looked fit to sit in on the conference of the homeless. She had tried to get that kiss out of her mind. The effects of it out of her system, but it just wouldn’t happen. She had made up her mind to go back and talk to him. If she was lucky, he wouldn’t spit in her face. So it was with some surprise that she heard the doorbell ring and opened it to…

He stood there, at least it sort of looked like him. The 5 o’clock shadow was gone. The sensuous black hair had been tamed and the beautiful length at the top framed his honey brown eyes, that were looking at her nervously. The warmth radiating through her. The stubble missing, caused the vivid scar to draw her attention to it. She wondered where it came from. A barroom brawl? She would find out later. He wore tailored khakis, with a plain button up navy blue shirt, and some fancy sort of loafer she didn’t recognize. He looked amazing, and sexy as hell. He just stared at her for a moment. Looking as though he’d take off. Run back to his place and the bottle imminently. Of course she just stood there like an idiot as well, just staring at this different, fascinatingly attractive man in front of her. Her long blonde hair had been braided the day before and the result of taking out the braids a mere hour ago lent a soft wave to the platinum tresses. Her eyes were closer to blue today, highlighted by the baby blue silk wrapping of the thigh length dress she wore. It was straight, almost loose except for the hug it put on her voluptuous curves. She wore a touch of make-up tonight. The brown colored mascara making those luscious eyelashes look as though they stepped off the page of a magazine. The soft pink lip gloss making her full lips look like wine, shiny and inviting, bubbly. There was no trace of anything else on her perfect face, she had too much natural beauty to worry overmuch about cosmetics. She had been in the middle of tying up the ballet ribbon of the baby blue sandals up her calf when he’d opened the door. The one that was completed showed of the muscles of he legs beautifully. Neither spoke as she reached to tie the other one, not knowing what to say. “I was just coming to…”, “I thought you might like…” they spoke at the same time. Both ready to run, they just stared at one another. Until she tweaked her courage and did what she’d been wanting to do for days, she moved closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his lips down to hers. At first he was so shocked he didn’t respond. But when she softly bit his bottom lip in question, he pulled her to him, feeling the way her soft body brushed with his, and took her mouth. His arms coming around her torso, his tongue pushing through her half closed lips and plummeting inside. An involuntary moan escaped her, and his had flew to the small of her back, pressing her abdomen against his raging desire. He had to know that she knew exactly what she did to him, it couldn’t be a surprise for her if he lost control and took her there on the floor. The tantric lust overwhelming his body and now hers as well. She didn’t pull back, didn’t even break the kiss. Amazingly, even she couldn’t believe it, she raised to her tiptoes and while continuing the kiss, suggestively, if not timidly, rubbed the center of her desire over that intimate part of his body. As he gently pushed against her, the head of his manhood briefly caressed that bundle of sensitive nerves above those nether lips through their clothes, and her knees buckled beneath her. The passion of this tryst too much. A groan escaped him as he caught her. Turned on by the happenings and at the same time hating himself as the realization of her innocence came to him. He had almost lost control. Even now the urge to simply pick her up and take her into her bedroom almost overwhelmed him. Especially once he had lowered her down onto her black suede sofa in the middle of her sophisticated romance setting of a living room. Her eyes still half closed with passion, seeming lost. Her chest still heaving in the heat of things that had happened. Her legs, up on the couch, not quite closed, but not intentionally open, caught up in the confusion of passion.

He had come over to invite her to dinner, to surprise her with his knowledge and acknowledgement of her birthday. Even as he sat watching her now, his manhood pulsing with desire, his condo was set up with champagne, roses, crab legs, fillet minion, and strawberries next to melted chocolate. He had known he had to have her. Despite the pain and anger that warred within him. He had decided he didn’t have to love her, or her him, but that seeing that luscious body each day, knowing she thought of him too, was going to drive him insane. So he had decided on the only way his morals would let him proceed, get himself cleaned up, straightened out as best as possible and at least give her some romantic chronicle to remember, while he stripped away her innocence in mutual passion. Oh man, that brought him back to reality, as the idea of being her first, slammed lust into his loins, making him harder than he’d already been.

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[amon_darknight]

Here Jack was, swore women our of his life and this beautiful blonde comes around and starts to change him, what’s up with that, Jack just shook his head as he saw himself, shaved and combed his hair, and even wearing nice khaki slacks and a button up navy blue shirt, what was he doing?

More and more the evening progressed and all Jack seemed to want to do was make sensuous love to her, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen, did she find him attractive like that, nahh she could find better, but why than would she kiss him and press herself into his obvious hard on than? How could Jack deal with this. Yes it was true that he needed friends and a girl was better for him, but what did she find so attractive about him.

Jack had dinner all made up for her, and he wanted to celebrate her birthday with her, he didn’t know why, but he felt he owed it to her, but when he saw her legs open just a bit and hold there as she was on the couch, he had to fight the urge back. He stood up and walked over to the table and he poured two glasses of red wine.

“Wine my dear birthday girl, it is a special brand of red wine, it is very sweet and very good.”

He offered a toast to her and they clinked glasses together and he smiled at her.

“Happy birthday, Sangria. I hope you enjoy the food.”

What was he going to do, if she persisted on trying to get Jack in the sack, would he let himself or would he be strong and push her away?

“I have steak sauce and butter in the kitchen, let me go and get them.”

He walked and got both the sauces and set them on the table and he could not keep his eyes off of her, she was a Goddess.

“Eat up my dear.”

 

[Kitteness]

His house seemed different this time, maybe it was because she had been invited this time, or maybe because the dagger had been removed from his wife's picture, or it was probably because he had invited her for her birthday and cooked her dinner. It was without a doubt the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. But why, when he was just yelling at her a few days ago, what had changed?

Dinner was entirely enjoyable, he was a wonderful cook, and "surprise, suprise" a perfect gentleman. And damn if he didn't look sexy tonight. At the end of the meal, he brought out strawberries, melted dark chocolate, and whipped cream. They took these into the living room, to the couch in front of the fireplace. Things were cool and going well, they were talking about generalities, nothing specific. They were having fun.

The environment didn't shift until he dipped a straberry into the chocolate and whipped cream and reached accross her lap to feed it to her. It was then that two things happened simultaneously; the moan that escaped her throat,, went straight to Jack's groin, making him all too aware of the severity of the situation, and Sangria, who still didn't believe in love at first sight, neccessarily, realized in that instant, that no matter what happened between them, that she wanted Jace, with all his walls, his indifference to the world, the tellling scar on his face and that thick mane of black hair, to be her first.

Her body and mind could not deny it any longer. She finished the strawberry in his hand. First by slowly licking off the whip cream with a delicate sweep of her darting little tongue, then she loosely wrapped her little mouth succulantly around the straberry and sucked every last drop of the dark chocolate off of it. And lastly she bit off a piece of it and brought it to his mouth with hers.

It took him a moment to open his mouth and take the decedent piece of fruit from this...oh heavens...woman in front of him. And the passion that erupted through his body when she closed her mouth on his, should have been illegal. The same tongue that was covered in the strawberry's juices, darted into his mouth, then quidkly out again, just to be thrust back in and wrestled against his own. Then to be swirled around the insides of his mouth, touching his teeth, a tiny nip on his tongue and lips with her teeth and she plunged her tongue deep within his parted lips as they both half-sighed, half moaned. She was so hot, his body felt like it was inflamed, what the hell was he going to do?

 

[amon_darknight]

The things she did to Jack was amazing, and she barely was even touching him, her kisses ignited a fire within him that had been put out for a long time, her kisses were so sweet and sent such pleasure through his body. He let out a soft moan and gasped as he looked to her and gently pushed her back. He wanted to do so much, but there were things keeping Jack from doing so.

“Sangria, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, I mean we barely know each other, and lust is what killed me and my wife’s relationship, I mean I don’t want get married again or anything, but uhhh… I am rambling aren’t I?”

He looked over to the door and saw that the picture was still there, only covered by his jacket hanging over the knife. Jack sighed and than had the urge to lean in and kiss her and he did so as he was on top of her, kissing her with passion he has bottled up inside of himself for a long time, his lips were kissing all over her lips, his tongue seemed to dance with hers as his hands stayed to either side of her torso, but he than broke the kiss and started to kiss down her jaw line.

“Mmmm your skin is so sweet…”

He than kissed lower going to her neck.

“Ohh your skin is so soft…”

As he nuzzled her neck, he than started to kiss over it, what was he doing, was he really going to let this take place.

“Ohh Sangria, I don’t know if I can do this… I mean I swore off women, but you are so beautiful and so alluring that I can’t stop myself, I mean…”

He used his tongue over her neck as he went back to kissing it, his hand ever so lightly brushed the side of her breast and he moved back and looked to you.

“Oh I am sorry, they are so big, I couldn’t really avoid them, jeez what are those large C’s…”

He shook his head and you could see he really didn’t know what to do.

“Why are you here, I mean I invited you and all, but you could have declined and went somewhere else, you should have a boyfriend that is a lot better than a has-been drunk like myself, I don’t understand what you are getting here.”

He leaned back on the sofa and his eyes never left yours, he felt something for her, but was it right, that was the question. He fucked up the only relationship he ever had once already, was he ready to destroy another?

 

[Kitteness]

"I..." She began. Her body hot with passion. She looked at him. The desire and the want to do the right thing warring in his eyes. Inside her too, if she were honest with herself. She didn't know what to say.

His kisses sent shock waves through her body that she had never felt. NO one had ever kissed her like that. Not in the mature slow riveting way of this man before her. When his finger had grazed her breast, it had stolen her breath. His tongue against her skin had made her forget where she was and that she had never experienced what could happen next. It was only about him and her. His dealing with a love that went astray and wounded and deadened his heart. Her dealing with the grief of her fathers passing and pain and hopelessness that bit into her soul when she looked at this man, coupled with the fact that none of the "boyfriends" he had mentioned that she "should" have had ever understood or respected her in the way he was doing now . He wasn't forcing the sexual aspect or "drooling" over her body with lust and inexperienced hands as the others had. The many "boys" she had dated had looked only at her body as a sexual thing and never as a woman, a person, with feelings. She already felt as if Jack needed her, but knew he didn't realize it yet. He was struggling with this encounter, showing brightly the true character that he so vehemently denied, there was love in his heart, a small bud fearing the cold bitter freeze of pain, hesitant to bud, but it was there, she could tell. Maybe not for her, but definitely a remote feeling inside him, struggling against it's fear.

This thought made her fall in love with him, then and there. She admitted this revelation to herself, although she could never say it out loud for now, maybe never. He would run, and far, far away at that. The thought that he grappled with his conscious, over his lust for her and the desire to do what he considered the right thing, all the while spewing words of hate and desolation for the emotion that is love was so adverse, and yet it melted her heart. She couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

She finally looked up into his eyes, his body still resting against hers. She could feel his still rock hard member against her thigh, and yet still feel his hesitancy where she was concerned. Then she made her decision, and said to lighten the mood, “their D’s! Want a closer look?”

Then, before he could respond or stop her, she lifted her shirt and removed her bra, revealing her now heaving chest to him, nervous and exhilarated at the same time. Her soft, malleable mounds were exposed to him, the darker, silver-dollar sized areolas and the now near painfully hardened nubbin-sized nipples, in clear view. She looked at him directly in the eyes, silently inviting him to forget his hesitation, and enjoy her body. She took his hands and placed them over her large breasts, challenging him not to turn away, and a bit scared that he might and more than a little afraid that he wouldn’t. If he accepted her offer, she knew there was no going back for him or for her. Her mind processed this fact slowly, if Jack took her offer of her body to him, tonight would be her last night as an innocent. She looked into his eyes, questioningly, and expectantly. Then held them to hers waiting to see what he would do.

 

[amon_darknight]

This was all happening, it was really happening to him, he could not believe it. She wanted him and the lust he saw in her eyes was maddening. She was so alluring, Jack knew that she could make him do what ever she wanted, by just flashing that smile and gazing at him with those enchanting eyes.

“Amazing…”

He felt her breasts and they felt like wonders, he gently massaged them and he never took his eyes from hers.

“Wow, this, these are perfect, so very firm, yet so soft… and these are real… right…”

He felt as if she was not going to let his hands go, so he leaned in and kissed her, again with his tongue and again with passion he was slowly letting out, his tongue danced with hers as his hands gently fondled her breasts and he leaned back.

“So this is the right thing to do right Sangria? Cause it doesn’t feel right.”

He felt like he should stop this, but the cock was doing the thinking now and not the heart or brain, he leaned in and kissed her again as he heard her soft whimpers of moans escape her lips. He stopped as he heard that and looked to her and he took his hands away.

“Oh I am sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I? Sorry, it has been a long time.”

He reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne and he took a big swig. He messed up and sighed about it. Would she have to take over with this or would Jack do what he needed to do.

 

[Kitteness]

She was getting just a little put off, even in his confused brain, couldn't he recognize sounds of lust and not mistake them for pain? He had felt so good, his hands massaging her breasts, his tongue doing things to her mouth she'd only read about. His hard member gently but not so subtely lying agianst her leg.

Then he had to go and ask if this was the right thing, again. Couldn't he feel her need, see she wasn't hesitant in the least. She had taken her shirt off for him. He had been looking in her eyes when he raised her body temperature with his fingers on her, his eyes looking straight into hers. Had he seen any reluctance in her eyes then, no, she knew he hadn't, still wouldn't if he would put the champagne bottle down and look at her.

"Jack", she spoke softly, "look at me please." I can't tell you what is right for you. I know the things you have said are truly how you feel, I am not under false pretenses here" She looks down at her body, and then back up to him. "I want this Jack, I want you, if that is the reason, then come here and make love to me. If you are truly incomfortable, then please walk out of this room and go into the kitchen. I will get dressed and leave. I am not afraid or ashamed of what was about to happen here. I wanted this." He didn't respond. No matter how hard she tried,she couldn't stop the tear that fell down her check. "You don't want me?" She moved to pick up her bra and shirt to put it back on. Severing eye contact and trying to hide the now everflowing tears.

 

[amon_darknight]

“If this is what you want, and your feelings are true, than I cannot deny what is fate and what is right than. I want this to, I have wanted this since the first time I saw you here. I am sorry I have made you wait this long.”

He shook his head and couldn’t believe he just said that, but he leaned in closer and kissed her lips, his tongue explored her mouth, a suddle kiss turning into a sexy, wet kiss as she could tell Jack was getting into this, his hard cock rubbed into her leg. He felt he upset her by backing off, so why not give into lust and fulfill her needs, he did have feelings for her and she did make him feel real good.

“Oh your skin is so soft and smooth Sangria… I love it…”

He again started to kiss down her jaw line and down to her neck, he paid extra attention there as he licked and sucked, mean while his hands again fondled her breasts, he laid a gentle massage over them, lightly playing with the nipples and switching back to a sensual massage. He felt her breath quicken and he smiled at her.

“You like that don’t you?”

Her tears had stopped and now he only heard moans of pleasure.

“I am glad you are not crying anymore, I cant bear to see a woman cry, so I guess you know a weakness now…”

He only smiled again as he went back to kissing over her neck, he sucked and licked there as he again trailed down again, over her collar bone and than lower to her ample breasts, kissing, licking and sucking over all the flesh there, he purposely avoided her nipples though and when he felt she wanted him to go there, he sucked them into his mouth and he flicked his tongue quickly over her nipple as he switched between the two as his hand fondled the other one.

He was really doing it with her, he was showing her the pleasure she wanted to feel, he hoped she liked this.

 

[Kitteness]

"Ummm" she thhought. He was doing things to her body no one else had ever done before. She felt like she was on fire. He wanted her, that was all she needed to know. When he kissed her, his hard cock straining against her leg, it was all she could do not to strip and beg him to take her innocence. The fact that she could feel his sorrow in hurting her with his own stupitidy,, making him all the more sensual and gentle, for now is all that stopped her. He had finally given in to what she had seen within him, she just hoped he didn't regret it later. She wouldn't, she loved him already, but when this was over, how would he feel about her? She couldn't think of that just now, as he said, “Oh your skin is so soft and smooth Sangria… I love it…”. Just those words with her name coming from his lips, made her forget any coherant thoughts. He was her with her, loving her body. When he began playing with her large breasts, massaging and kissing them, sending shivers through her by lilghtly playing with her nipples, she alomost lost control then and there. Her breath quickened and an ache shot between her long tanned legs.

“You like that don’t you?” he said to her in a breathy whisper that had her moaning her pleasure, too incapacitated with it to assume real words. “I am glad you are not crying anymore, I cant bear to see a woman cry, so I guess you know a weakness now…”. He looked so sincere in this comment. "A weakness," she thought, "too bad I haven't resorted to tears before now" her lust induced brain reasoned.

When he began to kiss and suckle her neck again, moving down towards her breast, she was lost in sensations. She could tell he had puposefully missed her nipples, and she raised them to him, silently begging him to take them in his mouth, let her feel his tongue and mouth on them as well. When he finally sucked each sensitive nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, she came softly, wetness filling her, a small moan filling the room.

She had never experienced pleasure like this before. She hoped he knew she was enjoying this. "More", she wanted more. She reached her hand down to bring up the hem of her emerald green dress, to reveal the sweet pink thongs she had underneath to match the bra she had already discarded. He paused to see what she was doing, and she urged him to continue, he attacked her breasts once agian, sucking deliberately harder to show her his interest. She slowly pulled off the panties, holiding her breath as she took his hand and guided it to her thigh. He continued to play havoc with her breast as his fingers drew lazy circles against the skin of her thigh. She moaned. He moved his circling up to the edge of her thigh and most sacred part, she moaned again. He took a finger and traced it against her pussy lips and she moaned yet again, louder this time.

He could already feel her wetness. He couldn't believe this was for him, this beautiful creature all but writhing against his hand, begging him to enter her with his fingers. He wondered had anyone even ever touched her there before. The question must have shown on her face, because the next thing she said, was "please, go inside, I want to feel what it's like for someone other than me to be inside there. I...I want to come against your hand. She looked into his eyes to show him her sincerity, and want. Then held her breath.

 

[amon_darknight]

“I can see what you want now, you have the desire to get off, don’t you.”

Was she really a virgin, a woman this fine has never been penetrated, now this got Jack thinking, but he couldn’t back off now, it would be too cruel. But if love was what he was feeling and what he felt was in her, it could be done.

He kissed the skin under her tits and than back up all around her breasts, with every kiss, he trailed his tongue there and he moved his hand with hers to her wet pussy, she was soaking wet down there, could he really have done this to her, he smiled at her and nodded.

“You are a virgin, amazing, that takes will power right there, I am sure you have been with guys that look far better than I do.”

He smiled again.

“Yes I will make you cum with my fingers. Anything you want Sangria.”

He now palmed her pussy and started to move it in a circular motion, he leaned back down and flicked his tongue over her nipple.

“I think I know something else you will like. Ready?”

He moved his other hand to her clit and he rubbed fast over it as his other hand spread her lips apart and closed them massaging the skin there gently as he rubbed over her clit, he saw her juices running out.

“Cum for me Sangria, I want to see the cum spill out of you.”

His cock was so hard and she was so beautiful.

“Sangria, you are so beautiful, never before have I seen something as alluring as you.”

Faster he moved his hands over her pussy, now his other hand pushed inside of her, his fingers moving ever so slowly in and out of her, his slow fingers fucking her.

“You are so tight… I can feel you squeezing me, I can only wonder what it will feel like when my cock is here.”

Still his hand rubbed over her clit as he slowly fingered her.

 

[Kitteness]

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“You are a virgin, amazing, that takes will power right there, I am sure you have been with guys that look far better than I do.”
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She was glad she was in the state she was in, because she didn't know if she would otherwise be offended by his lack of belief in the authenticity of her virginity, and his lack of self worth. A part of her did feel a little sorry for him. Why did he think he was so unattractive anyway...Too much thought, her body calls while gladly writhing beneath his knowing hands. She arches her hips to him.

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“Yes I will make you cum with my fingers. Anything you want Sangria.”
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That single statement alone had the liquids pooring from her body. Then when his hand touched her exposed pussy lips, she was lost in the sensation, drenching his hand. Clenching at her own still empty insides as he flicked his tongue accross her nipple.

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“I think I know something else you will like. Ready?”
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Oh my gosh! When he put the fingers of his other hand on her already swollen clit, she thought she would die from the pleasure. This was a spot she had only found in passing, while pleasuring herself. But now, it felt as though it was alive with it's own erogenous spasms. The feeling went to her head and back down to her toes and yet back to pool in the delicious throbbing of nerves where it began. She was cumming so hard, her vision had blurred. He opened the lips of her sweet pussy, rubbing them, then closing them and rubbing them again. "More," she screamed in her head, then "more" she screamed aloud. The sensations causing her to cry out. She bucked wildly beneath his ministrations, her orgasm climbing, but not yet enough.

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“Cum for me Sangria, I want to see the cum spill out of you.”
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That sent her flying. Spasming, clenching, teeth chattering, shaking with the sensations flooding her body, she came, hard. Juices flowing out of her onto his hand, down her legs. She noticed his rock hard cock with longing. "Damn he really is so handsome," she thought as her eyes traveled up his body and to his face, where their eyes met in a lust, love? induced gaze.

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“Sangria, you are so beautiful, never before have I seen something as alluring as you.”
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The sweet words only made her love him more in that moment. For all his experience, he was being incredibly slow and attentive, not rushing things for his satisfaction. Although she could clearly see his need for release. So very sweet, contrary to his original spewings and self thoughts. Suddenly her breath caught in her chest. Even as he moved his hand quickly over her aching nub, and the tops of her wet pussy lips, he entered her with his fingers. What she had thought of as pleasure before faded to nothing at the feeling of the man she was beginning to love, slowly making love to her with his fingers. The feel of his arduous fingers slowly fucking her, combined with the not so gentle stroking of her clit, caused her to cry out his name "Jack" which ended on a low gutteral moan. UuuuuuuuuuuNnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

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“You are so tight… I can feel you squeezing me, I can only wonder what it will feel like when my cock is here.”
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The thought of his cock entering her there, pushed her over the wall to the next stage of orgasm. Indeed she was squeezing him tightly, milking his fingers, covering them with the fluids that escaped her body from his ministrations. And oooooooh, it was sooo good! Even as she came he continued to stroke her clit, though more slowly now. She realized that the slowness of the stroke actually gave it more definition, as it lingered in a spot a brief instant longer and sustained the depth of the feeling. His long digits now moving just the slightest bit more quickly inside her. The orgasm didn't stop this time, just kept building. Until she was writhing and crying out in ecstasy, shaking her head with the unbelievable pleasure storming through her body.

It was during this bout of ectasy, that he rose above her, and just as her eyes focused on him, she felt the head of his shaft enter her pussy and push all the way through as he pressed into her clit, just that much harder. The feeling of pain versus pleasure warring in her mind and body. But he only froze momentarily, letting her stretch to accomodate the difference between the three fingers he had sandwhiched inside her and the legnth and width of the amazing organ that was him. Before he was slowly moving, keeping the flow his fingers had held before. He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her deeply, passionately. Striving further to help her relax and enjoy what was happening, and, to his suprise, to feel her body close to him as they shared this experience. There was a soft moan from her as the sensations in her body changed. She looked into his eyes, tears filling hers with the intesity of what they were sharing. She reached her mouth to him, even as he moved still slowly within her. Attaching herself to him via her upper lips, she thinks, somewhat mermering alloud, "Oh Jack, I love you, thank you so much for this..." The sweet lips of her pussy clenching around him.

 

[amon_darknight]

Her moans and cries were so sexy, it only fueled his sex drive to make him want to make love to her more. He felt that she really wanted this and that made him happy. When he felt himself put his cock into her, he could only let out a moan, a moan caused by the tightness of her wet pussy. He went very slow, in and out of her, letting her get used to how it felt, when he felt her virginity rip, he hoped she was ok.

“Are you ok Sangria, I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

He leaned down and he kissed her as he still moved slow.

“You tell me when you want me to go faster Sangria.”

Her pussy was milking him for what he had, she wanted him to cum, he felt it. It was incredible, he felt her juices still flowing out of her and onto him, it was so hot.

“Mmmm I love you to Sangria… I have wanted this, and I am glad it is with you.”

He than started to move a bit faster in and out of her as he felt her pushing herself back and forth on his cock, trying to move things to her pace, so Jack moved according to her movements and he moaned as it felt so good.

“I have never had it better love…”

She was everything he wanted in a woman, beautiful, kind hearted, gentle and loyal, and a million other things, but he couldn’t list them all, he just moaned her name out.

“Ohhhh Sangria… yeahh you are so tight… you feel so good…”

 

[Kitteness]

“Mmmm I love you to Sangria... I have wanted this, and I am glad it is with you.”
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Her body froze, her heart rate escillating. Had he really responded with those words? They flowed through her like a strong treatment to her bodily affliction. Awe and affection warred in her mind. Her body replying to his heatrfelt admission. She moved herself wantonly into his driving thrusts, hieghtening both their pleasures. He moved with purpose within her, driving faster, maddenly delicious. She met him thrust for thrust, her body being taken over with desire and passion. She screamed his name as she came. "JJJJJJJAAAAAAAACCCKKK!" It echoed throughout the room. Her body had never known such pleasure. " I love you to Sangria…" a chanting mantra in her heart and head, leading the way. She felt his muscles thighten and his hard cock amazingly stiffen and constrict...She knew he was about to release that sweet thick cum into her waiting undulating pussy. Her body trying to pull her into the darkness of unconsciousness, not used to the pleasure it is feeling. She struggles to maintain realization, to watch his control crumble as he joins her in release. Meeting his gaze as he lets go. Love and compassion there for him to see...she watches him.

 

[amon_darknight]

When she moaned his name out it felt like he had finally moved on from Sherry, but he kept on moving his cock in and out of her at a slow pace.

“Mmm Sangria you are everything I have wanted in a woman… so lovely.”

He again leaned down to kiss her lips, she had the perfect DSL’s and he massaged her breasts. He felt her orgasm wash over his cock and it felt so good, so good it made him want to cum. She was squeezing his cock so tight within her, he only moved a little faster and he pulled out, jerking his cock off as he held it over her.

“Ohh Sangria, I am going to cum and I am going to cum all over your tits and your face… what do you think of that?”

He jerked it faster and moaned as he looked to you move under him. He felt the cum start to rise up his cock and he looked to her.

“Ohhhhhh Sangriaaa…”

His cum shot out of his cock and landed first all over her face, hitting her in the forehead, the nose, a bit in the mouth and than he aimed down as he fired the last couple of ropes of cum all over her tits, he couldn’t believe he cummed that much, but he breathed deep as he fell beside her. She looked so hot covered in cum, Jack just smiled at her as he gazed.

“You look hot like that Sangria…”

He pulled out a smoke and he lit it up, he than offered you one.

 

[Kitteness]

“Ohh Sangria, I am going to cum and I am going to cum all over your tits and your face… what do you think of that?”

Ironically enough, she did like it. When he covered her with his cum, reaching her eyes and nose and lips, then sending even more onto her breasts, the lusty ache already creeping upon her deepened.

“You look hot like that Sangria…”
Oh, there was a plyful admiration on his face and it turned her inside out. Even as he lit a cigarette and offered her one, she was moving, cum and all towards him. She massaged the cum into her breasts, as she leaned over him and gently bit his right nipple, only instead of soothing it with her tongue, she bit harder, until she had left a mark upon him, than she quickly sucked it as hard she could into her mouth and latched on, after several agaonizing moments, she repeated this with his left nipple. She could tell he was responding to this. She then nibble down his stomach, swirling her tongue inside his belly button, letting him anticipate what was going to come next. This she had done before, and very well. When he was lost in the sensation of his belly button getting a tongue lashing, she swiftly tipped her mouth down, encasing his entire dick into her sweet wet mouth, up to his balls. She ran her tongue up and down the underside, lightly suckling as she went. His cock once again became hard, and she ran her thick succulent lips up and down it's length. Just when he was used to that, she sucked him hard at the tip of his manhood. She then pushed him back on the couch, and flipped herself around, offering him the sweet juices of her womanhood to feast upon.