“Mark my words, child. Stop this madness now, or you’ll be sorry.”
I turned around slowly. The snow under my foot crunching. I was determined not to let anyone bully me. I knew what I wanted and I refused to cower to anyone in this matter. “No, I won’t,” I said clearly. “And I’m not a child. He’s a beautiful man. You just can’t see it because you’re only looking with your eyes.”
That shut her up.
I walked over to the grocery store to buy apples, ranch dressing, pop rocks, and canned pumpkin. I was planning to make a pie to take with me to Kit’s.
Daisy, the bubblegum chewing cashier was a bit funny with me as she rang me up. I guess the whole town had heard. I spent the night in the forest with the heathen beast.
Kit
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It may be a cliché, but it sure as hell was true. I wanted to walk in Lara’s shoes. To know and experience the darkness intimately, the way she did. I wrapped an arm under her and the other across the back of her thighs and swooped her into my arms.
“What are you doing Kit?”
“You'll see.” I said as I hurried her upstairs. My cock was already barely able to restrain itself inside my pants. I went straight to the bedroom and put her down.
“Tell me,” she begged.
“I want us to fuck in complete darkness.”
“Well that's easy. Lara chuckled. “I always do it in the dark.”
“Exactly, and I want to experience how that feels.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what you feel,” I said.
A cheeky grin lit up her face. “Well what are you waiting for then?”
“Wait,” I said, and opening a drawer found an old scarf. I folded it into a thick band and walked back to her. “Tie this around my eyes.
She placed it over my eyes and tightened the knot behind my head. “How's that?”
“I can't see a thing.”
“Great, since that was kinda the point.”
“Come here,” I called, and heard her walking around me. When she stood in front of me, I pulled her tightly against my body. My dick throbbed as my mouth eagerly searched her out. The kiss deepened, in the darkness our mouths hungrily devouring each other. We were like wild animals.
Our mouths fused. Lost in the smell and feel of her, I walked her backwards in the direction of the bed. The backs of her legs met the bed and I sat her down on it.
Grasping the bottom of her dress, I pulled it upwards until it cleared her head. I flung it to one side. I brushed strands of hair out of her face, marveling at its soft silky texture. I reached behind her, unbuckled her bra and let it slip down her body. I let my rough palms graze the tips of her breasts. They were like hard pebbles. Her skin was softer than I remembered.
She arched her body to meet mine.
My cock was aching, but I wasn't ready to take her yet. I quickly dragged off my shirt. I found myself enjoying the ragged sound of our breathing. Her hands came up to feel my chest, but I pushed her back on the soft covers.
She sighed.
“Shhh, baby. I’ve got you so go ahead and be as shameless as you want. Lie back and spread your legs as wide as you can for me. I heard the sheets rustle as she obeyed my instruction. I crouched between her legs. I couldn’t see her pretty little pussy, but I could smell it. And it was even sweeter. She still had her thong on, and I grazed my fingertip on the crotch. It was deliciously wet. Gently I dropped my lips onto the thinly covered folds, blowing my hot breath on the sweet pea underneath.
She writhed with pleasure.
“Push your pussy into my mouth. Show me how horny you are,” I instructed.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I heard her hips rise off the bed, searching for my mouth. When it connected, she gasped.
“Show me how much you want it.”
The silky material rustled as she pushed it to one side with her fingers. With a soft moan, she pushed her naked pussy on my mouth and moved her hips up and down, so that my tongue was dragged back and forth over her puffy folds. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her breaths were like an orchestra in my ears, highs and lows.
She was such a tease she would have carried on longer, but there was only so much I could take. I was only a man. I grabbed her hips and drew the whole thing in my mouth and sucked it hungrily. She screamed. Her cream ran down my throat. The more she creamed, the more I feasted on all that tasty goodness, until she was as mad for me to take her as I was.
“Please, please,” she begged, digging her fingers into my hair. “I can’t take much more.”
Her soaked thong rubbed against my cheek. My teeth tore the damn thing right off her body in one swipe and tossed it aside. My greedy girl’s hips were rising off the bed to encourage me to slide my fingers into her.
I didn’t.
I rose up and joined her on the bed. Crawling alongside her, I kissed her soft skin as I made my way up her body. Her thighs, the swell of her stomach, the roundness of her breasts, her exposed throat. It was a treasure trove of delight, and it was all mine.
She made little kitten sounds of pure pleasure. Then, when she least expected it, I latched onto her clit, and sucked hard. I didn’t let go until I felt her lower body clench as a massive climax roared through her.
I'd never imagined just how sensuous and sexy it was to control a woman's body that you couldn’t see; only smell, feel and hear, as she began the journey to a climax that ended with her screaming. Without my sight her shout seemed louder, the pitch higher. My cock was weeping in my pants.
“Your turn now,” she whispered.
“That’s right baby girl, it’s my turn now, and I’ve got a cock full of cum for little pussy.''
She giggled. “Is that so?” she asked playfully.
She wasn’t going to be playful for long. I was planning on hearing her scream the house down. I yanked off my jeans and set my cock free. I straddled Lara's slim body and slid my fingers down it so they would act as my eyes.
My cock grazed her stomach. Her instinctive reaction was to reach down, grasp my hardness between both hands, and stroke it. Her hands were warm and soft and I thought I’d come right there in her grip. I leaned forward and with surprising accuracy, caught her bottom lip between my teeth. I swallowed her gasp of surprise. I was getting good at knowing my lover.
Using my hands, I stretched her legs apart as far as possible and fed my cock into her open pussy. I felt like a beast claiming its mate.
''Jesus Lara, you're so fucking tight,'' I whispered into her mouth.
“I can feel your cock throbbing and pulsating inside me,” she said in wonder. You know what. I could feel her pussy walls grabbing me like a vice. It was fucking beautiful. She was mine. All mine. I didn't need to see to know that. Her body told me all I needed to know with every tremor, every sigh, every beat.
Surrounded by the sound of our bodies slapping against each other and our heartbeats in my head I, pumped into her. The smell of sex filled my nostrils as I rammed my bone as far into her as possible. My Lara found space for every inch. I rocked, twisted and plunged into her as she shouted. “I'm coming, Kit.” we both held on tight as she milked me of every last drop of seed I could muster. Her hot juices drenched my thighs.
I stayed inside her, enjoying the sensation of our mating, until the sweat had dried on my body and our breathing returned to normal. I didn’t take the blindfold off even after I pulled out of her body. We lay with my big leg across her stomach, and my arms around her. Lara turned to me.
“Whoa Kit, that was magical. I think I'll keep you blindfolded a lot more often.”
“I think I'd like that.”
We laughed into the quiet night.
Lara
“Elaine, I’m going on a date.”
“Amputate your timber!” she squealed gleefully.
I laughed.
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�Where to?” she asked eagerly.
“I don’t know yet, but somewhere out of town.”
“What’re you fixin’ to wear?”
“I don’t know. Mom always said the dress with the square neckline suited me best.”
“The green one with the A line skirt? Yeah, I like that on you, but I think we probably need something a bit more special than that. My sister has got something really nice. I’ll ask her if you can wear it. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a knee-length, long sleeved, red dress, but it’s form fitting and very glamorous. You’ll look great in it. What about shoes? You’re not going to wear your usual clodhoppers, are you?”
“I’ve ballet flats.”
“Nah, they won’t look good with the red dress. Haven’t you got those delicate kitten heels that we bought together at Wapleys?”
“I do, but I could also fall and break my neck if I wear them in this weather.”
“Okay, scrap that idea. How about the boots that you wore for Bobby Dearfield’s funeral?”
“They kinda pinch my toes.”
“So what? It’s not like you’ll be walking to the restaurant. You’ve never suffered for beauty. It’s time you did,” she said callously.
“I guess I could wear that if you think it will look best.”
“I do. Are you putting your hair up?”
“Should I?” I asked uncertainly.
“Hmm … down. It’s sexier.”
I giggled. “I’m actually getting a bit nervous about it all. I’ve never been out on a date before.”
“Aren’t you forgetting Peter Wheeler?”
“Peter? Have you forgotten? His mother forced him to take me to the dance because she thought it was the Christian thing to do. I don’t think he even wanted to be seen with me. It was so awkward. Poor guy couldn’t wait to drop me off.”
“The nerve of some people. It’s not like he’s the catch of the century. There was a reason why everybody called him Picket Fence Peter in school.”
I missed out on so much by being home-schooled. “Picket Fence Peter?”
“With buck teeth like his he could have eaten apples through a picket fence.”
I smiled. “Really. I didn’t even know he had buck teeth.”
“Worse than Bugs Bunny. Anyway, there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s not an exam. Besides you’ve already done the deed. Just relax, eat some chow, down a couple of glasses of wine, and have fun.”
“Elaine?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you come over and slap some make-up on me?”
“Oh, honey. Of course I will,” Elaine said, an odd catch in her voice.
“The thing is I don’t have any,” I confessed.
“I know that, ducky. Don’t you worry none. I’ll bring my whole collection of Maybe it’s Maybelline for you,” she assured immediately.
“Thank you, Elaine.”
“Remember all those times I made you jump puddles that weren’t there?”
“Yeah.”
“Tonight I’ll make you look so beautiful, it’ll make up for all that jumping for no reason.”
Elaine came more than an hour before my date. She let herself in with her key and came upstairs to sit at the edge of my bath.
“What’s that smell?” I asked.
“Shine,” she replied with a laugh.
“Where on earth did you get that from?”
“Got it for a steal from Catfish Colter.”
“Is it any good?” I asked holding my hand out.
She fitted a glass into my outstretched hand and I curled my fingers around it. “It’ll burn your insides and probably damage your liver for good, but it’s darn good stuff.”
She was right about burning my insides, hopefully not about the second part. Still, we had a giggly glass together while she painted my face. I was not used to drinking and I was quite tipsy by the time she stood back from me and said, “Poor Sawyer. He sure got the wrong pig by the tail by picking Kayleigh over you.”
“Sawyer was never sweet on me,” I denied immediately. Even though I was angry with Sawyer I didn’t want the whole town gossiping about him and me.
“Never sweet on you? Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining,” she scoffed.
“Anyway,” I said firmly. “He loves Kayleigh now and all is well that ends well.” I was never revealing to Elaine how savagely he had threatened “to show” Kit. Even I found it hard to believe that I hadn’t just dreamed it all up.
“Well, good luck to him is what I say,” she muttered darkly. “He’s climbing a barbed wire fence naked.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, very curious as to why she would say something so ominous.
“Last I heard Kayleigh has her Daddy all twisted up around her little finger, and Rhett Haverbrooke is one tall barbed wire fence. If Sawyer’s got any plans of not being the dream husband Kayleigh wants, he’ll be in shreds by the time he gets over on the other side.”
“What makes you think Sawyer wants to get to the other side?”
“His edgy smile,” she said confidently. That was the thing about Elaine. Not much escaped her sharp eyes.
“You think he’s marrying her for her money, don’t you?” I asked slowly.
“Sawyer Buchanan wants Kayleigh Haverbrooke as much as you’ll be wanting your nightshirt tonight.”
In spite of a nagging worry about Sawyer and his furious hiss, I had to laugh at her extremely accurate comment.
Lara
Elaine left about ten minutes before Kit was due to arrive.
I practiced walking about in my black boots, and it wasn’t so bad. Elaine had persuaded me to wear stockings so it didn’t chaff too bad. When the doorbell rang I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I walked to it.
I opened it to Kit’s sharply indrawn breath, and the smell of clean soap and mothballs. He must have dug out some long unused clothes from his cupboard.
“Wow,” he exclaimed.
“Elaine, you know, my best friend, I told you about her, made me up,” I babbled with a big grin.
“You look amazing.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You smell of mothballs.”
“Sorry.”
“I don’t know. I’ve always been a bit of sucker for the smell of mothballs. Mmmm.”
He reached forward, and cupping my buttocks with his large, calloused hands, pulled me close to his body. His body was warm, and the buttons on his shirt pressed into me. “Did somebody say something about sucking?” he asked.
“I might have mentioned it,” I whispered. This close I could smell his skin. My stomach tightened.
He kissed me long and lingeringly, and I felt my blood pulsing in my veins, and my stomach clench tightly. In his arms my body began to shiver with desire. Just when I thought my whole soul would be laid bare to him, he raised his head and whispered, “Do you know I’m batshit crazy about your scent? It’s fucking driving me insane. Aren’t you wearing panties, or something?”
I giggled. “You don’t think I would be that naughty, do you?”
He rubbed his hands sensuously around my butt cheeks, then stopped and said, incredulously, “You little tease. You’re not wearing any, are you?”
“Nope.”
He groaned. “Fuck, how am I supposed to eat knowing you’ve gone commando? Did I just feel the garters of your stocking against my leg?”
“Obviously, since I’m planning on seducing you tonight.”
“The only one seducing anyone tonight, will be me. Guess what I’m going to do to you this fine night?”
My cheeks burned. “I don’t know. What?”
“I’m gonna open your legs and make full use of my free parking permit for hours and hours.”
“You are a wild and wicked man, Kit Carson,” I mock-scolded while grinning stupidly up at him. Nobody had ever wanted me like this. Despite the fact that Sawyer seemed to have developed some kind of
creepy possessiveness all of a sudden, until now, nobody wanted the blind girl. I was more like the town mascot. A way for them to feel good about themselves. No matter how bad things got at least, thank God, they still had their sight. Not like poor Lara, living all alone in darkness.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked.
“Do I ever?” he said. Without letting go of my body, he walked me backwards and shut the door with his foot.
“Want a drink? Elaine brought a bottle of shine, and there’s still some left.”
“Nope. I want to see your studio.”
I was suddenly shy. “Oh! Uh … it might not be your thing.”
“I don’t have much time for art, but I do want to see what you’ve created. It’ll be like peeking into your head.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Okay, but you don’t have to pretend you like it or anything like that if you don’t. I’m all right with the fact that it might not be to your taste.”
“You’ll never catch me pretending anything,” he said softly, almost absently, while his finger lightly stroked my cheek.
I took a step back from him, and squaring my shoulders led the way.
“Jesus, that’s some dress you have on. Even the back view is giving me a hard on,” he growled behind me.
I laughed and kept walking as if I was sophisticated and had men say such risqué things to me all the time, but there was more sway to my hips than there was before. It was quite amazing how quickly I had become such a sexual creature after a lifetime of being completely sexless.
At the door to my studio, I hesitated.
“I’m gonna have to see some day,” he whispered close to my ear.
I turned the knob and entered, knowing the first thing he would see would be Ella, my mermaid. No one, not even Elaine, had laid an eye on her yet. She was the biggest project I’d ever attempted. I knew in my heart that she was the best thing I had ever done, but that made me nervous as hell that she might not be as good as I thought she was. “This is Ella. She’s not completely finished yet. The rock she is sitting on still needs to be polished and painted,” I said nervously.
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