Message-ID: <21689asstr$944550601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "celia batau" Subject: {ASSM} Under the Bed [Mf cons? bd] Lines: 175 X-Original-Message-ID: <944544981.490286@news2.bigplanet.com> X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Cache-Post-Path: news2.bigplanet.com!unknown@ts033d09.lax-ca.concentric.net X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 02:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates Hi Everyone! Note to the story: our life experience and experiences in intimate relationships are much different than most. Unfortunately, it’s the only way we know. These stories are our way of connecting and sharing our perspective. And we'd also like to add our tiny voice to those who already share their wonderful and incredible stories and who have taught us a beauty and positivity in love and intimacy that we've never known. Please feel free to copy and share this story as long as long as you don't charge for it, and we (Celia Batau) get the credit. This is an adult story, so unless you're an adult and it's legal where you live, please don't read it. We love suggestions and opinions about our stories. Please send them to halina@pob.cc -cb Under the bed by celia batau William found Teresa under the bed. Well past midnight, the house was eerily quiet. Shadows seemed to creep and retreat almost of free will. And William, belly flat on the floor, strained to see the dark lump of his girlfriend. He’d been through this enough times to know to leave the bedroom lights off. Carefully, he slid himself into the narrow space beneath the bed and gently touched her ankle. Teresa flinched and moved her feet out of the way, but didn’t wake. He was grateful. He never liked having to drag her flailing and screaming out of her hiding places. Teresa came to consciousness slowly. Prodded by the sense that her safety was threatened, she curled tighter into a ball against the far wall, instinctively pulling her legs closer and her feet beneath her. It wasn’t the phone again. That was so distant she barely heard it. Nor was it the constant pounding on the front door. She ignored them. Her inner space was always filled with sounds. She ignored them too. She wanted to be invisible, to hide from everything, to be nothing, to be free of the pain that always followed her, drowning her every time she seemed she caught her breath, pulling her down. . . . Again William stretched his hand forward and slipped his fingers around her closest ankle. Teresa woke with a scream, her body rising off the floor and pressing itself against the thin material of the underside of the bed as she wailed unintelligibly. Suddenly, she was moved, and before she could turn, something heavy landed on her chest, pinning her arms, and she felt sweaty hands cover her mouth and press her head against the hardwood. Then just as suddenly, the panic washed out of her. William held his breath until he felt Teresa’s tense body relax. He looked down into her face. Here eyes were wide open, but she was staring into something he’d never see. “Girl, you’re gonna scare me to death one of these days,” he whispered. He smiled sadly to himself in the darkness. Her strange behavior always amazed him. No matter how well he understood the reasons, it surprised him each time he saw it. By rote, William lifted his hands. Teresa felt her lips part slightly, but she didn’t speak. Something deep in her unconscious knew the rules, had to play by them, and if she obeyed, she knew she would stay safe. Teresa then felt the weight lift from her, and almost immediately felt her pajama bottoms being pulled from beneath her. Her whole concentration seemed to be focused on the cold wood as her pajama top was pulled over her head and off her arms. Her heart sank, but she didn't move. William pulled over to himself the small plastic toolbox he had brought with him into the house. Opening it, he dug out a short length of bare chain and quickly wrapped an end around each ankle and padlocked them in place. Only after looping another chain around her waist and two more to hold her hands to her sides was he was able to sit back and let out a sigh of relief. Teresa felt the cold in her limbs only dully. Slowly, she drifted back into sleep, and didn’t feel William lift her up and lay her in bed. -- “William?” Teresa’s wrists were sore. She’d woken up in the dark, in bed, and had somehow turned herself over in her sleep and was now face-down on the mattress. “William?” She heard something creak in the livingroom, then saw William’s familiar dark silhouette move into the room. “I feel better now. Can you let me go?” “You kidding?” he whispered, sounding like he hadn’t slept in ages. “Right?” Teresa rolled onto her back. She did feel a little better. Maybe not even half as bad as she had felt earlier. “No,” she whined. Whining was a good sign. But instead of answering, William leaned over her and placed a light kiss on her lips. Chills ran through her. Bad chills, as images of memories flitted through the back of her mind. The kind of memories that drove her underneath the bed or to the metrorail. Or sometimes something worse. Teresa sighed. Her lips liked the touch nonetheless, and she was warming to his presence near her. William seemed to be regarding her. Did she want it this soon? Was she ready? Mmm. A second kiss convinced her yes. William pulled back the covers and leaned over her. Teresa moved more to his side and returned his kiss. She felt warmer despite the loss of the blankets. Yet colder, too, in that weird way she always felt when they touched. Her mind raced. A thousand images crossed her mind, but she felt beyond them, and they quickly faded back into their corners. Standing up only long enough to slip out of his clothing, William crept into bed beside her. He looked at her face, smiling, and into her eyes. Teresa felt more than saw him looking at her, and only flinched a bit when he lightly touched her belly. She arched herself back up to his hand before he could withdraw it and held herself there until he began the gentle stroking to ease her back onto the mattress. Teresa looked up at the ceiling and to her left at the doorway, carefully dividing her attention as best she could between bedroom and William’s lips as they began their tingly steps up the center of her body to her breast. And at the moment his tongue touched her nipple, Teresa slipped backwards into herself, allowing her sexuality to rise up protectively between herself and her skin. Automatically, Teresa lifted her legs and turned her knees outward as best she could, allowing William to slide up between them. He was a lot bigger than she was and laughed as she watched him iguana-crawl up her body between her legs until they were face to face. At that moment, William’s most intimate part thumped against hers. Teresa rolled with the inner shockwaves, but she remained conscious. And ignoring the pinching at her waist and in her ankles, she hugged him closer with her legs as he pressed himself inside her. And they kissed. Teresa felt him move so so slowly, as if he had an eternity to spend inside of her. She squeezed his sides. William sighed. Then kiss by kiss they caught their rhythm. They echoed their heat into each other. In their ears. In their souls. They groaned into each other’s mouths. They caressed one another in their own ways, until Teresa could no longer concentrate on the movement. Leaving her sexuality and her body to finish, Teresa lost herself to the wonderful sensations spilling over her awareness and was washed out of herself, out of reality, and into the depths of herself where she became a slowly dissolving pleasantness. Opening her eyes, Teresa looked up to find William on his elbows smiling at her. Some time had passed, but she didn’t care. She smiled, too. Then she realized that the chains were gone. Happily, she reached up and wrapped her limbs around him, never wanting to let him go. William hummed her love back, glad that she seemed so much better. Then after a few moments, he turned his head into her hair and whispered, “Let me go now?” Teresa laughed and answered, “You’re kidding, right?” 1999 celia batau -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/