by Andrea Allen
The red curls that greeted Noel surprised him, but he didn’t seem fazed.
“I’m surprised the curtains and drapes match,” he joked.
I flushed. “Yeah. Same here,” I told him. It’s an interesting trait I was born with, one that nobody knew about except doctors, and now Noel. His hands moved down to where the edge of my entrance was, and soon, he slipped a finger in.
I whimpered, feeling how tight it was, and soon, he started to move his finger in and out slightly, causing me to let out a low, guttural gasp as I felt him press in deeper. I was still a virgin, but this was relaxing, and I loved how he filled me up. It was such a strange sensation, one that was foreign to me, but one that also felt good. He inserted a second finger into my wet hole, pushing them both in together and then scissoring them apart. I began to clench the bedsheets, feeling him touch that one spot in my body that sent shivers down my spine, that little area above that he seemed to know perfectly about.
He was almost magical to be with. He seemed to know exactly where to go, what to do and where to begin. Soon, I started to cry out in a cacophony of moans as he continued this. He thrusted against me harder and harder, angling his fingers up, and that’s when it happened. My hips rose up against the bedsheets and then back down. I felt an overwhelming sensation against my body, and I knew for a fact at that exact moment, it was what I expected it was.
I had an orgasm. I loved how it felt, how satisfied I became for those few moments. It was fulfilling, and after I finished, I looked at him. It was so good, and in truth, I wanted to feel it again. But first, I wanted to try something else.
I leaned up, and he looked at me with surprise.
“What are you—”
Before he could say anything, I undid the fly on his pants, slipping my hand against his boxers and pulling out his member. It was bigger than I imagined, about seven inches in length, and it throbbed in my hand. I began to stroke it, feeling it pulsate against my hands, and that’s when I looked at Noel.
He was coming apart now. The way his eyes dilated, his breathing grew ragged, all of this, it looked so arousing and so cute that I wanted to see him like this again and again. I began to press my hands against it faster, and that’s when I got an idea. I moved in between his legs, pressing my lips to his cock and sucking on the head. My tongue flicked around, getting a taste of the precum that emitted from his hard member.
His breathing soon became erratic and he started to tense, moaning against me as I moved up and down, my hand taking the latter half of the shaft because I couldn’t take all of it. The moans and groans were music to my ears, however, before I could finish, he pulled me away.
“Sorry. It’s just… I want to be inside you,” he said, his breathing still ragged.
I flushed unsure of what to say here. But I simply nodded.
“I want that as well,” I said.
I moved down against the bed, spreading my legs open, and soon, I saw him move to his pants. He grabbed his wallet, fishing out a condom and slipping it onto his member. He shucked his pants off, spreading me a bit further, and then looking at me.
“This might hurt for a second,” he said.
I nodded, keeping myself calm. He then pushed against me, causing me to scream out. Holy hell did that hurt. I knew it would, but man, that was more than I could normally take. He simply waited a moment, taking the time to assess my face, making sure I was fine. I simply nodded, looking at him before he pushed himself in and out of me, looking deep into my eyes. I began to shiver, whimpering with need and arousal as he moved his cock in and out of me.
Although it did hurt for the first minute or so, after all of that, it felt pretty damn amazing. I clutched the bedsheets, writhing in pleasure as he pushed himself into me deeper and deeper. He then pulled me up so that I was in his lap, and soon, he started to increase the thrusts, causing me to cry out, almost losing my mind as he did this sort of thing. It felt so good, everything so amazing, and as he did this, I began to feel that warmth in my body overwhelm me, making me shiver and cry out in wanton pleasure.
I then tensed up, feeling him hit that spot within me once more. I then arched my back, screaming out loud as my pussy pulsed against his member, feeling my orgasm overwhelm my body. He then thrust in deep, his cock twitching before I felt him groan, filling me up with his seed against my aching body. I loved the way that it felt, cherished the way it seemed to overwhelm me, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. He pulled away, looking at me with a smile before tossing the condom. Once he finished, he pulled himself next to me, cuddling his warm, larger body against my own.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good. I did as well. I’m glad we finally confronted these feelings,” he said to me.
I was glad as well. I knew that this was what we both wanted, but at the same time, there was that overwhelming feeling of fear, the fear that I might get in trouble for this. I knew that these feelings were real. I’ve never felt this way before, but along with that, it was also very wrong. What would we do now? How would this even work? I had a million questions, but I didn’t want to answer them right now. For now, I wanted to sleep, and so, that’s what I did.
Chapter 6
After that night, everything changed between Noel and me. We spent a lot of time together, and he always made sure to come to my room after I got off from school. We had to keep our relationship a secret, mostly because we didn’t want our parents to know. However, I began to wonder just how much longer we could keep this up.
I knew that I didn’t really understand where I stood in his mind. Were we just friends with benefits in a taboo manner, or something more? I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of the response.
Noel noticed I was aloof one day, mostly because I’ve been thinking about this for a while. He leaned in, pressing his lips to my own and giving them a chaste kiss.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“Bullshit. You’re upset about something,” he said.
I paused. Will he get upset if I ask him? I doubted it, but I don’t know.
“It’s about us. I mean, I don’t really know where I stand in your life. I’m afraid that I’m just another girl you want to be with for the time being,” I told him.
He looked at me, shaking his head as he moved in closer.
“What makes you think that?” he asked.
I gave him an apprehensive look, sighing in frustration.
“I’m just worried, that’s all. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, and I mean, I don’t really know how this works,” I admitted.
“Well, you’re mine and I’m yours. That’s all you need to know. I’ll always be there for you,” he said.
He gave me another kiss and I relished in it. I pulled away, smiling.
“Thanks Noel. I know I can trust you. Sorry, I’m also on edge because of all the studying I have to do. I know that I want to spend time with you as well, but I’m also worried about my grades. My parents will know something is up if they see my grades are down,” I told him.
“I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to be too distracting,” he said.
“Thanks.”
He spent a bit of time with me while I did homework, and after that, the two of us messed around. It was nice, and in a way, we saw each other as almost like a boyfriend and girlfriend. But little did I know, that problems would soon arise between the two of us, and we’d soon have to make a choice.
About a month passed, and school became nothing but hellish. I had homework every single night that spanned a few hours. So I rarely got to spend time with Noel despite living in the same house. He seemed a bit out of sorts as well, and I could tell something bad happened. I wanted to ask him, but every time I finally managed to free myself up, he was always asleep or busy. It was hard trying to even make time to have sex, so I felt frustrated beyond all belief.
Not only that, I knew wh
atever was eating at him was significant. Ever since I started studying for exams, he’s been distant and I wanted to talk to him about it. I didn’t really have time for bullshit, mostly because of studying. However, one night, I finally confronted him on it.
Our parents were out of town once again. They left a lot, and I knew that he wouldn’t say it to me while they were here. I went over to his room, knocking on the door. He opened up, surprised and a bit caught off guard when he saw me.
“Oh. Hey there Sally,” he said.
“Hey yourself. What’s the matter?” I asked.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he told me.
I sighed, looking at him with frustration.
“Don’t be like this. I know that you’re trying to hide whatever it is that you’re hiding from me. Just tell me,” I said.
“I don’t want to,” he simply replied.
I clenched my fists, looking at him with annoyance. “Why? Is it because I’ve been busy all week so I haven’t had a chance to talk?” I asked.
“No. It’s not that. I’m just afraid you’ll hate me,” he said.
“I won’t hate you,” I told him.
“I doubt it. You probably will. This is why I was afraid to let my feelings get in the way,” he said to me.
I looked at him, giving him a glance of annoyance. “Come on Noel. I mean, we’ve come this far. Just tell me,” I said.
He tried to find an excuse, but I wasn’t having it. He then patted the bed and I sat down.
“Before I tell you, you have to promise you won’t leave,” he said.
“I promise,” I told him.
He took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever I was going to do in response.
“I got an email saying that I might have to go back on duty,” he said.
I felt my world crush for a second. “No. I don’t want you to leave,” I said.
“I know. This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I was going to leave one day, to make it easier on both of us,” he said.
The tears in my eyes welled up and I felt like breaking down. “No. You can’t do this. I’m sorry for not having a ton of time, but school is rough. I’m trying to keep my grades up and I’m struggling. Now hearing this, it’s too much,” I told him.
“I know. I’m sorry,” he said.
I felt angry, unsure of what to do. “I don’t have time for this. I trusted you Noel, and now you’re running off, leaving me alone once again,” I simply said.
“It’s not like I enjoy this,” he pointed out.
“Do you get off on this kind of thing? Or are you just an asshole,” I said. It was probably angry because of my grades as well, knowing that the stress of everything has caused them to slip, but this wasn’t fair, this really wasn’t fair.
“What makes you think I like this? Do you want me to be happy that I have to leave again? That I have to see that shit once again? You know the truth about how I feel Sally. I don’t want to go back either, and frankly, it hurts knowing that you think I enjoy this. That I enjoy leaving you,” he said.
“Well, it feels like that, considering the fact that you want to leave once again. I thought you were done. That you served your time,” I said.
He sighed, looking at me with frustration. “I did. It’s just… I don’t know what else to do with my life,” he said.
“What about me? You don’t care about how I feel, so you’re just going to up and run away again?” I screamed at him.
“It’s not like that! I don’t want to do this either Sally. That’s why I was afraid to tell you,” he said.
I looked at him, tears falling down my face.
“I don’t even know what to do right now,” I said.
I was so angry I felt like seething in frustration, anger the only emotion I knew at this point. I walked out, slamming the door and ignoring any shouts from this man. I was hurt, and not only that, the stress of school was taking a toll on my body. I felt weak like I couldn’t keep myself going and I knew that this was going to take over me if I didn’t keep it under control. I went to my room, locking the door and sobbing for the rest of the night. I couldn’t believe this, I just couldn’t believe that this was even happening.
However, in the back of my mind, I knew this might happen. I always got burned like this, so it was only natural that this would come about. I guessed I would just focus on myself for now, get through studying, and when he did leave, try not to get too attached.
Chapter 7
I didn’t hear from Noel for at least a week. I spent most of my time working on exams, trying my hardest to maintain my grades. I waited for the day he would leave so that my heart wouldn’t ache anymore, but he didn’t. I wondered if he lied to me that entire time, saying that he was going to get out of here, but never would.
I wondered if anything changed. I had a feeling something might, but I didn’t want to put any hope there. He put his damn military position over me, and while I knew it was a bit selfish, I felt like he played me like a fiddle, using my emotions in order to generate sympathy and get my clothes off. I thought he was mine, and I was his, which only threw salt on the wound more.
I kept my wits about me though, studying for my exams. I managed to get through them, passing all of them with a breeze. However, it was rough, and it was almost like a struggle to get my mind to focus on this, and not about the debacle going on in my mind.
It was now another break, and I expected to see Noel leave, but he never did. For the first couple of weeks, I anticipated this, but I knew that he wasn’t going to tell me. I would wait for the day he’d have his bags at the foot of the door, explaining to our parents why he was leaving. However, that day never came.
Instead, I heard a knock at the door, and when I heard it, I paused. It was his knock. Typically, our parents knocked in a different way, but this was different. I crept to the door, looking at Noel as I opened up.
“Hey there,” I said.
“Hey. Listen, we need to talk. This is about what happened before,” he said.
“If you’re telling me goodbye, I don’t want to hear it,” he said.
He paused, shaking his head. “It’s not that. I’ve made my decision about a few things, things that are related to our struggle,” he said.
I finally gave in, opening the door up and letting him walk inside. I watched as he sat on the bed, encouraging me to do the same. When we sat down, and awkward silence erupted through the atmosphere, almost as if he didn’t know where to begin.
“What do you need to tell me?” I simply asked.
He took a deep breath, looking at me with worried eyes.
“I made my decision about whether or not I am going to leave. They asked me to go with them because they believe that I was the perfect fit for this job. But after I did a bit of research, I found out it would only trigger the memories from before. I didn’t want to go back, but the pay looked so good, so it was tempting me,” he explained.
“I see.”
“Yeah. But after doing a bit of job hunting, and talking to your father, he helped me get a job at his friend’s company. I’m working there now. I start on Monday,” he said.
I looked at him, both surprised and happy.
“Wow. Congrats,” I said.
“Thank you. Which brings me to the next point,” he replied.
I braced myself, wondering if he was going to break up with me, but instead he did the exact opposite.
“I want you to live with me Sally. The truth is, after we fought, I was pretty out of sorts. I thought I could get over you, especially if I left, but the truth was, I don’t think I could. I mean, it’s weird to admit this, but… I think I love you,” he said.
When I heard those words, I felt like everything changed. There wasn’t that awkward tension anymore, I didn’t feel hatred for this man. Rather, I felt like I truly understood him for the first time.
“Really?” I asked, almost shocked by it all.
“Really. It
’s weird to tell someone that you love them, but that’s honestly how I feel about you. I’ve grown to fall for you, almost as if my body seemed to ache for you. I know that moving in and such might be a bit of a struggle initially, but I want to provide for you. I want to take care of you because I love you,” he said.
I looked at him, seeing the way he looked into my eyes, and that’s when I started to sob. He pulled me closer, and for a moment, I could do nothing else but cry.
“I feel the same way. I love you too Noel. I don’t want to lose you,” I said to him. I really didn’t, and I knew the reason why I was so angry with him was because of that fear.
“I know. I love you too Sally. You won’t lose me,” he said.
For a long time, I simply stayed there, holding him, but then I looked up, flushing madly as I felt my lips move closer to his own. I knew this was what I wanted, that this was the life I desired.
“I won’t leave you either. I’m sorry I got so upset. School kind of did a number on me as well,” I said.
“I know. That’s why I tried to do what’s best for both of us,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied.
I pressed my lips to his own and the two of us shared a kiss. I knew he wasn’t going to leave, that he wouldn’t push me to the side. As we kissed, I knew for a fact that this was the life we both desired, and this would all fit perfectly in its own way. This was the happily ever after I desired, and the one we both wanted as well.
Chapter 8
I kissed Noel like there was no tomorrow, and for a long time, the two of us just stayed there letting our lips do the talking and the communication nothing but little moans and groans. I began to feel my body come apart, the need for him increasing, and I knew that Noel would take care of me. He loved me, and in truth, I really did love him.
Love was such a strange thing, almost as if it would turn on a switch, and soon everything would change for the better. That’s honestly how I felt when I was with him, and as he kissed me, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I greeted it happily, moving my own lips against his own, lightly grinding my pussy against his now hardening cock, feeling it throb against me. It had been a bit since we had sex, so it was obvious where my mind was going, and in truth, he seemed to feel the same way. The two of us let our tongues mingle and move against one another, letting our bodies immediately grown in the pleasure of it all. He then pushed me against him, pulling off my shirt and bra that I had on, revealing my small, needy breasts. He cupped them, touching them slightly and moving them about, causing me to let out a low moan of pleasure. He looked into my eyes, kissing me once more, as his fingers ghosted over my nipple, teasing the flesh there and making me moan out loud. I knew that he enjoyed this just as much as I did, and soon, his hands started to pull and tease my nipple, causing me to let out a moan of excitement and desire. I loved how he made me feel, the heat that burned in my body obvious to his touch. He then pulled my body against his, pressing his fingers in a deft manner to my jeans, undoing them along with the fly and sliding them down. He didn’t break the kiss, which surprised me, and I marveled in the man’s skill.