Jim wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. He could feel himself growing harder by the second. He couldn’t wake her up. Besides the fact that she would be embarrassed, she needed her sleep after what she’d been through tonight. He wouldn’t dare take advantage of her for his own sexual gratification. But, try as he might, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that her round little bottom was pressed up against his growing erection. He was trying to stop fantasizing about slipping his hand inside her bra and caressing her perfect breasts. He wanted to make love to her more than anything else.
Even though he’d been a jackass not to notice her all these years, he’d know her for a long time. He knew the type of woman she was. He had just never allowed himself to look at her that way before. He’d put a block up in his mind that caused him to think of her as a sister, but she wasn’t a sister. She was the perfect woman for him. The one he’d been looking for all along.
With her, his feelings were a combination of head over heels stomach-churning butterflies of meeting a special someone for the first time, and the ease and comfort of being with an old friend that he’d known for years.
He knew earlier tonight, after he’d seen her safely into her apartment, that he was in love with her. He had planned to show up at her door in the morning with flowers and tell her how he felt. He was going to tell her that he wanted a future that included her.
That confession would have to wait. Who knows for how long she would be traumatized. His confession would have to wait. He would wait until she was ready.
Jim sighed deeply and laid still. He’d get some sleep when she moved, and he could get his hand back.
Julie shifted around, turning over to face him. She huddled her arms against herself and tried to wiggle her way inside him. Her knees pressed against his and straightened his legs. She pulled on the arm closest to the sofa cushion and pushed his opposite shoulder. She wanted him on his back. He didn’t mind. As soon as he turned over, she draped one leg across his and snuggled under his arm. As she moved, her hips ground into his thigh. She made some small pleasant sounds and went into a deeper sleep.
Twenty minutes later, Jim felt her hips moving up and down against his leg. It was a small motion of her pubic bone and subtle, but it went on for what seemed like a very long time. Eventually, Julie slowed down gently and finally slept as deeply as she could.
Jim, and his raging hard-on stared at the ceiling.
CHAPTER 17
The next morning, Julie woke up before Jim. She kept her eyes closed as events of the prior evening played in her head. The whole thing had been highly traumatic, so much so that she’d begged Jim not to leave her side. Why didn’t she feel traumatized now?
Then she remembered. The voices. She could have sworn she’d heard two voices in her sleep. They whispered soothing words to her telling her she was safe; telling her that she would be forever cared for and looked after. This morning, even as she recounted the horrific events, she felt calm and at peace.
Julie turned her head and studied Jims masculine profile. Her hero, her rock. Now, to find a way to move their relationship along.
Since they were both wearing very little, it seemed appropriate to her to increase their physical intimacy. She knew her own emotions. She knew she was ready and she knew she wanted her first time to be with Jim. She had loved Jim for years. Last night he’d taken care of her under trying circumstances and hadn’t so much as attempted to talk her into more than she wanted to do. In fact, he’d been slower than she had. She just needed to get him to stop acting like such a gentleman and take her already. She remembered what had worked for her in the kitchen while doing dishes together: let him take charge, just guide him.
She shook Jim to wake him up. “Good morning, It’s time to get up.”
Jim struggled to wake up. He'd only been asleep for an hour. As soon as he was awake enough to be aware of where he was, he was very conscious of her skin on his.
Julie leaned away from him. “Thank you for holding me last night. You’ll never know how much I needed it.” She gave him a quick kiss. “Time to get dressed and go on about our day.” She wrapped the blanket around herself and pushed herself to a sitting position. She dropped her legs over the side of the sofa and felt a moment of panic because he hadn't done anything to stop her.
The panic fled in seconds as Jim’s very large hand held the blanket still.
Inside almost every man, there’s a latent caveman. Men control their basic, brutish thoughts and impulses unless there’s a prize to be won or a saber-tooth tiger to be slain.
Jim’s caveman woke up and put his arms around Julie pulling her back onto the couch. He turned her on her back and clamped his mouth over hers. She kissed back. His tongue parted her lips and she thought she actually heard him grunt.
He dropped his knee between hers, pinning her in place and slid up the sofa until his nose was slightly above hers. The kiss he gave her then had nothing to do with delicate sensibilities or the front door after a date. It called up the first time a man threw a woman over his shoulder and carried her off into the bushes.
Julie recognized the change in their relationship. She felt him tower over her and hem her body in with his. She noticed the change in the passion of his kiss. She felt warm and limp. Yes, Julie liked Jim’s caveman.
After they both stopped kissing, Julie was breathless. She lifted the blanket and looked down at their bodies. “Jim, please, I need you to make love to me,” she pleaded.
His voice was low and rough. “Are you sure you want this?”
She met his eyes with intensity and longing, “Yes,” she breathed. As soon as she said the word, his mouth came down on hers again, and he tilted them to the side and slid his hand around her back and underneath her panties. He massaged her firm ass. She made humming noises in his mouth. He slid her panties down and off of her legs and moved so that both of his legs were securely between hers. She gasped. Then, she dipped her hands inside his shorts and stroked her fingers along his rock-hard erection. They made eye contact and kept it.
Jim grinned at her and crawled down her body until he could see, touch and hold her breasts. He threw back the blanket then lifted his body, kneeling between her legs. He stared at her breasts. “Wow. You’re beautiful.”
“You saw them yesterday.”
“No, your bra hid them."
She shifted from side to side to make her breasts flow back and forth across her chest. He followed the feminine tips of her breasts with his eyes. She flicked her eyes from his eyes down to the part of her body he looked at. She tried to conquer the impulse to close her legs, but couldn’t. It didn’t matter. His legs were planted immovably between her knees.
She gasped as his eyes found the area between her legs. She said, breathlessly, "No man has ever looked at me down there."
"I am."
She watched him memorize her. "Don't just look. Touch me." He reached down slowly, as if too much speed would make her run away.
When his fingers stroke her lower lips, she moaned. Her head fell back on a cushion on the sofa. When his tongue spread her folds, her moaning got louder.
He suddenly stopped. He met her eyes and looked slightly taken aback when he said, "You're a virgin."
She blushed, "Is that so hard to believe?”
“No…I… I just mean that you’re so beautiful. You must be fighting men off with a stick.”
"The only one I wanted didn't seem to want me, and there was no one else I wanted to give my virginity to."
"You have now, and I’ll treasure you."
She smiled and let her fingertips wander down his chest and trunk. He felt her soft hands stroke his generous, erect cock.
Jim stopped moving. Julie’s eyelids sprang open. “Is something wrong?”
“We have to do something.”
“Take off the rest of our clothes?”
“No…. Yes, but something else first. I don’t want a broken heart. I love you. I know it’s short
notice, but I love you. We won’t go any farther if you don’t love me or won’t marry me.”
“Is this a proposal?”
“Kind of. I’ll propose later. If we have daughters, they’ll want to know how I proposed. We don’t want to tell them that we were lying on the couch, you’d been scared by a criminal, and it just happened. So this is unofficial.”
She looked at him with bright, hopeful eyes. “I do love you. I will unofficially marry you.”
Julie watched Jim’s eyes grow wide when she brought his cock up to the entrance to her body. She held it with her hand and used it to rub the sensitive tissues around her opening. She moaned and arched her back. Their eyes met and reassured each other. Julie lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her hips searched around for him. He felt it and pushed the head of his cock between her lower lips. She gasped, and her eyes went wide. Her attention went to the sensitive tissues between her thighs as the head of his cock stroked her there. He pumped, in gentle movements, in and out.
Each time he went in, his cock stretched her opening, sending strong waves of pleasure and love to the rest of her body. She closed her eyes. Her mouth dropped open.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He pushed the head of his cock against her maidenhead. She opened her eyes. He paused to let her gather her courage. She nodded, and he pushed inside her.
She twitched once then laid still. She could feel the length of his cock opening her inner channel. She grinned up at him. "We're not using any birth control. We might be starting our family right now."
"Good. I plan to make you my wife as soon as possible." He withdrew and plunged back in. Within seconds, they moved together as if they were old lovers.
They kept it simple. As they moved together and her body became accustomed to the new guest in her home, he moved deeper and deeper until his cock filled her completely. She floated along on the arousal Jim caused. It felt peaceful and warm.
When she felt a tingling warmth in her belly, she knew something was happening. Suddenly she arched her back. Her arms and legs twitched and flailed and a feeling of ecstasy flowed through her body. Her eyes lifted up inside her head and a deep moan escaped her lips. Jim watched her, marveling at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
As she gradually came back to earth and her breathing returned to normal, she looked into the eyes of her new lover. His cock was still hard inside her.
Jim looked like someone was twisting his little finger with a wrench. She touched his cheek. "Go ahead, cum in me."
His voice was strangled by the effort not to fill her with his semen. "Are you sure? You could get pregnant right now."
"I'm sure. A baby would be a blessing."
Jim’s pace changed from slow penetration to vigorous charge inside her. He thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce.He stopped when he was completely inside her and made small movements His eyes were locked on hers and he concentrated on the feelings her channel gave his cock.
He groaned. Julie felt his cock harden and straighten then pulse as he pumped semen inside her. Her mouth dropped open. "Jim, I can feel you cum inside me."
He didn't answer. He was busy delivering several million sperm to their new home.
When he finished, he slumped down on her. He whispered, "Am I too heavy?"
"No. You're perfect."
Etienne and Veronique watched from the side of the sofa. Veronique tilted her head to the side and rested it on Etienne's shoulder.
Etienne kissed the top of her head. "You have done very well with this one, mi amor."
Veronique nodded. "I know."
"I'm going do a little more,” said Etienne. “They are starting the life of a little girl. I will suggest they call her 'Veronique'"
"Thank you. my sweet."
EPILOGUE
Life will sometimes deal vengeance on the very evil. It happened perfectly to BB and Inez.
BB called his contact with the Mexican brothels as soon as Julie was handcuffed to the bed. The contact, Eduardo, enjoyed the news. Virgin blondes are like uncut drugs in his world. Eduardo loved the plan and drove immediately to BB and the valuable blonde.
When BB came back to the ruined clubhouse, Eduardo was waiting for him in a lowered Cadillac.
Eduardo departed from the usual Mexican physique. He topped six feet four in height and 240 pounds in weight. He met BB in the middle of the road. “Where’s the blonde?”
“I haven’t got her. She escaped.”
“This is bad, bro. I already called my people in Guadalajara. They’re expecting a blonde next week.”
“I can get them a blonde. Not a virgin, but a few days of sex and drugs will make her compliant and ready to whore.”
“That will do. The money will be less, but they won’t be angry.”
“Sounds good.”
Inez was dreaming about men and knives and blood when she felt a sting in her arm. She woke up with wild fear in her eyes. She tried to scramble across the bed but another brutal man stopped her. She said, “What...” and fell back on her pillow. She stared at the ceiling and tried to breathe.
Eduardo tore the sheet down from her body. Inez liked to sleep in the nude. Eduardo brought a man and a woman with him. The man was stupid, brutal muscle from Sinaloa. The woman made Inez look like a nun. She wore all leather.
Inez mumbled, “Wha... What are you... doing?”
BB leaned over her. “I’m afraid what’s her name, the other bitch got away. Eduardo needs a blonde for his people in Mexico. Since she's not here, you’re nominated.”
Inez felt cold fear enter her heart. She became almost alert enough to make sense. “No. I hate men. Don’t make me do this.” The heroin took over again and stopped her from talking or struggling. Her eyes jerked back and forth.
Eduardo motioned to the woman who took off her clothes. He grabbed Inez by the jaw and turned her toward him. “You hate men. That’s alright. I brought a woman just in case.”
“No. I hate women just as much.”
“Damn. Well, babe, I tried.”
Inez murmured, “What are you going to do to me?”
“It won’t hurt. You won’t have a brain left when we're done, but it won’t hurt. We’re going to keep you high on smack for three days. We’ll give you more sex, both men and women, than you’ve ever had before. The drugs and the sex will erode your mind enough that you won’t mind the long lines of men who will fuck you for money.”
The woman crawled up on the bed between Inez’ knees and buried her face between Inez legs. Inez looked like a spider had crawled into her feminine opening. She pushed the woman’s head, weakly, trying to make her tongue leave her alone. It didn’t work.
She didn’t stop trying for another hour and another shot of heroin. After that, she was cooperative for the next three days. She wasn't in pain. Her body wasn't damaged, but she didn't know her name. She couldn't count to ten, even using her fingers.
She caught a sexually transmitted disease sometime in the next six months and died alone and unloved in an alley in the worst section of Guadalajara.
BB thought he’d done all right with the sale of Inez. He’d made six thousand dollars and had a ready market for more blondes.
For three days, he drove around town close to the high schools, looking for a blonde teenager in a vulnerable situation. He spotted the perfect girl on the third day. She had natural blonde hair and a good body. He followed her until she walked down a deserted street then shot her with a stun gun.
He picked her up and dropped her in the back of his rented van. She didn't scream after he plucked out the little darts that carried the electricity. She looked at him with a small smile on her face. She said, in a completely normal voice, "You're fucked."
BB shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped off her panties. She didn't flinch or squirm. He shoved his hand between her legs. "Don't panic, bitch. I'm just checking for a cherry."
"I don't have one."
"Damn. Well,
I can still get a couple of grand for you. You are blonde. That's good enough." He didn't tie her up. She didn't seem to need it. He drove off while she sat on the floor of the van in the back. She examined her ruined panties and grunted. She said, "Do you know how much these cost?"
"No. I don’t give a fuck either."
A very large SUV came up beside BB's van and forced it off the road. Three men, who looked fiercely nasty to BB, surrounded his van and pointed pistols at him.
One of them said, "Out." He got out, and they forced him to his knees. The same man said, "Hands behind the head, sport." BB complied. The last time he'd been to church, he'd just started beating kids up for their offering money. He tried to remember a prayer. His mind went blank.
A fourth man, older and fatter than the other three, got out of the back seat and walked around in front of BB. He had a pistol as well. He pointed it at BB's forehead and flicked the safety off.
The blonde ran to the big man's side. "Don't kill him, daddy. He put his hands on my little kitty. He has to suffer more than that."
The big man thought for a few seconds and boomed out with laughter. He took out his cell phone and dialed three numbers. "Hello, operator. I'd like to report a kidnapping." He paused. "No, I apprehended the kidnapper. Send the cops to take him away."
He grinned at his three thugs and his blonde daughter. "Why should we deal with this garbage when the system will do it for us." He bent over until his face was inches away from BB's. "You put your hand on my little girl's private place. I could cut your balls off, but that's not enough. You're going to prison. I like prison. I've been there a few times, made some good friends. I'll get word to them to make your stay an interesting one."
He watched BB face turn white. "By the way, my daughter's phone has a tracking feature. We always know where she is." He turned to his daughter. "We got a few minutes to burn until the cops come. Anything you want to do to this guy?"
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