Message-ID: <5074eli$9710221659@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com) Subject: 'Lydia' {Brother_Cadfael} [MF rom] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: poster X-Intended-For: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <877498704.157018@moon.aa.net> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended for a mature audience. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing. MF rom {Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com} SYNOPSIS: Jared's secret love seeks refuge with him from her boyfriend after he assaults her. She admits her feelings for him, which are mutual. -[ Lydia ]- Lydia worked at the music store that I frequented. My almost daily purchases gave us the opportunity to become familiar with each other and build a friendship. I would often take her to lunch during her lunch hour and she would occasionally stop in at my office after her shift just to say hello. She had a boyfriend at the time and I stayed my distance in that respect. But she was a lady of great intellect and wisdom. I found myself lost in the gaze of her eyes sometimes and when she would touch my hand, or my arm or even kiss my cheek, I felt electricity. She knew everything. She could discuss music, philosophy, Karl Marx, astronomy, and chemistry on a level equal to or greater than my own. She fascinated me and easily held my attention. I would joke with her that I must be cursed to finally meet the perfect woman, only to find her already involved with someone. But her friendship was not just a consolation prize as far as I considered it. I appreciated our relationship for it's intricacies and it's depth. It was a unique relationship that I would never find again. This day, I stopped to bring her an iced Latte and thank her for suggesting the movie I had rented the night before. She pulled me aside and her voice caught in her throat. "Jared..." She was uncomfortable and nervous. I had never seen her eyes move so unsure nor her hands shake like this. "Are you okay, Lydia?" I asked. "I-- no. My arm..." She slid the sweater down her arm on one side, revealing a dark bruise on the upper part of it. My mouth hung open and I asked, "Who did this?" "John. He was angry because he said I wasn't spending enough time with him. Wanted me to cut my hours at work and spend more with him." A tear slid down her cheek and she moved for me, clinging to my body with her shaking hands snagging my jacket. I only held her. Patted her back and spoke quietly into her ear. I couldn't say much. To tell her his behavior was unacceptable would be an offense to her intelligence and common sense. And to tell her 'it will be alright' would be patronizing. So I held her. "I'm leaving him," she said. She looked up at me and my face must have shown my surprise. "I have no place to stay." "You know my door is always open to you. I'll be home tonight if you like." Lydia smiled. She thanked me and returned to work. I watched her for a moment before leaving. I watched her brush her long black hair away from her face and touch her red lips with the tips of her black fingernails. She was my Gothic Angel. And seeing her upset pulled my heart from my chest. I returned home to find that Lydia had already let herself in with the key I had long ago given her. Her hair hung loose and she wore only a long purple nightshirt. Her legs were smooth and shapely. I avoided looking at them long enough to ask her if she had been mugged of her clothing in the hallway. She laughed, "I thought I would like to take a warm bath. I was just getting ready." "By all means," I said. "But now that you're home, I think I'd like to sit with you and talk." I smiled. Lydia took my hand and we sat on the sofa. She held my hand in hers as we spoke. "This may be an inappropriate time to bring this up, but..." Her eyes shifted from mine and she stared at our hands. "What is it?" I asked. "This isn't something I had ever planned to bring up. Seeing what recently happened though..." She looked up, "Jared, I like you a lot. You mean a lot to me." "My feelings are the same for you, Lydia." She smiled. "Thank you. I know. But I... I love you Jared. And I'm attracted to you. Physically... Mentally... You are what I thought John was." I was flattered and pleased. "I am very attracted to you, as well. I'm open to... whatever it is that you are suggesting." "I guess I'm... I..." She gave up trying to express herself in words and kissed me. She moved back and looked for a reaction in my face. I think she felt assured by whatever she saw. Her hands released mine, and then I felt her fingers touch the backs of my hands. Her fingers encouraged me to touch her thighs, which is where my hands had laid when she released them. I caressed her right thigh with my right hand and followed her body as she reclined against the sofa's cushions. She spread her knees enough so that I could lie against her, with legs straddling my body. Still engaged in the kiss, she unbuttoned her nightshirt and offered her breasts to my hands. I touched her left breast and felt her body move with me. Her skin was warm. Her body emitted so much heat that I started to sweat. I felt a hand at my jeans. Lydia deftly unzipped my pants and took my penis into her hand. She rubbed the head against her crotch. I gasped as I realized that she wore nothing at all beneath that nightshirt and her wetness made me sigh. She pressed her hips upward and tried to coax me into her willing body. I pushed her away, gently. "I'm sorry," I said to her softly, "I love you. I truly do." "But why--" she interrupted. I put a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I love you more than I could tell you. I want to have a relationship with you, not just sex." "Jared," she whispered. A smiled brushed across her face and I felt her fingers trace my cheek. "I want to make-love to you. Intensely. I've wanted few things more in my life. Let's wait. We don't have to wait forever. But at least wait until you're sure you aren't just doing this to cover the pain of John." "Jared," she repeated, "You're sweet... I'm not making a mistake, I know. But I will wait. But if I have to wait too long, I'm likely to just help myself to you." I smiled and held her close to me. That night, we slept together. Both of us were naked and I drifted to sleep with her warm body pressed against me. I bathed in the warmth of her and the subtle beauty of every subtle twitch movement. I already felt like we were making love... - fin - -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /