Somewhere in the night

"Uhhhh, aare you going to let me in...or had you decided to take me up on the offer of a coffee shop?" I questioned gently, smiling to lessen the sting.

Seeing the embarressed look flit across Natasha's face I grinned and relaxed against the wall, then questioned her seriously.

"Natasha, are you feeling well? Because if you're not, or need someone to talk with...I'd like to help you"
 
Natasha

"Yes, I am sorry, come in. I could make you a cappachino if you want. My brother bought me a machine last year, but I rarelly use it. Could you forgive me if I made it wrong? Here have a seat. I will get you something for coming all the way here for this."

I smiled. I had been nervously rambling on about nothing. Why did he make me so nervous?

"Is a capachino ok, or do you prefer lattes?"
 
Taking the seat offered I watched her nervous figure moving around the small kitchen and smiled.

"Anything you come up with will satisfy me" Leaning back into the chair I began to wonder at the woman that lived in this small apartment...and if she truly was happy.

"In fact I'm fairly certain anything you do would satisfy me" I said mysteriously...tossing out the bait...
 
Natasha

His words struck me as odd, as I made him a capachino. I just brushed it off thinking perhaps he said it wrong. The machine spit and hissed as all capachino makers do. I filled his to the brim, and leaving mine only half full, filling the other half with brandy. I needed something to take the edge off.

"Here you are, Dr. Venture. I hope it is made you your liking." I took a drink and winced at the heat and the taste of the brandy.

"That perscription you had, was for sleeping?" I asked, trying to be polite and start a conversation.

I took another drink of my capachino, a little longer of a sip now, the brandy going into my system as fast as I could get it.
 
"It's designed to help you relax and sleep yes" I replied, eying the amount of alchohol she poured into the glass. "It works under most conditions, but I'm not sure how it mixes with alcohol" I finished with a white lie. In fact alchohol turned it into a powerful aphrodisiac...over riding the natural inhibitions and leaving the user open to suggestions without any resistance.

"You need to take a few days off" I suggested as she joined me at the table, settling into a chair at the side adjacent to me "Doctor's orders, you know"

I felt her leg brush mine and an electric thrill ran up it....*What was happening to me...I had come her to finish what I had started...and was being seduced by her innocent, waiflike state. Perhaps it was the fact she was so helpless and vulnerable...or was it her I was becoming so absorbed in...
 
Natasha

"Yes, I had already thought of that. I was planning on taken a two week vacation. I don't quite feel good about being around a bunch of people at the mooment"

I watched Terry carefully. He seemed like a caring doctor.

"What brings you to medicine Terry?" I asked, not liking the silence in the room.
 
"The usual false belief I could make a difference and save the world" I answered her "I thought everyone would worship me for my sacrificing my life to serve the sick and wounded"

Chuckling at my rude awakening to the REAL life of medicine I turned to face the young woman whom I knew every intimate detail of her body, but not a single fact of her real life.

"I like it when you call me Terry, instead of Dr. Venture" I told her sincerely "And I know nothing about you other than your name" (And how her body reacts to forced sex, I thought to myself)

"Why don't you tell me what brought you to this town?" I suggested as she drained the last of her drink.
 
Natasha

I watched Terry as he turned to face me. He was such a handsome man. So sad that his dream had to die.

"You do help people. And you care so it shows." I said, trying to let him know in an offbeat way that I was helped by him.

"I came here because of my brother. He was having some hard times and since I am able to do my job from just about anywhere I came to help him. That is how I ended up on .....with my car....his car.....You know." I said, tears coming to my eyes though I refused to free them.

"But, he is better now. Doesn't need me. I just was looking for some reason to stay here. I really like the beaches. But that wouldn't be reason enough to stay here. SO I went out looking for a boyfriend. Silly huh?" I giggled a nervous giggle.
 
"No...not silly, a little risky, but what you wanted was only normal" I consoled her, the guilt coming to me as I faced what I had done. She had gone out for an evening, and found a horror that would change her life....forever. And that horror was me...


"I had better be going" I told her suddenly "I've got to pack, I'm taking a few days off myself, Thanks for the 'chino"

I was confused by the emotions I was feeling for her...and the guilt of what I had done as well, and knew if I stayed I would become "involved" with her, to an outcome that could only spell disaster...

" I...I'd better be going" I told her nervously
 
Natasha

"I understand. I wish you could stay longer. I could use some company. But if you must go, have fun on your trip and be safe."

I smiled as he inched his way to the door. "Thank you Terry, for all your help. I won't bother you again, I mean, I don't mean to bother you."
 
And then it happened...As I moved to the door and opened it, my hand on the edge of the door as I paused to thank her...

She reached out for the door to steady herself, and her hand covered mine...and the electricity shot thru it...

"Tasha" I moaned (For I had already begun to think of her in an endearing nickname) And then leaned forward and kissed her soft, full lips...

Time stood still...as I tasted the brandy and chocolate flavor of her lips, and they opened to me...accepting my passion and my tongue....and I pulled her to me, her soft form coming to me...

And then the guilt set in...and I broke the kiss as "it" broke the mood.

"I'm sorry" I told Natasha..."Not for the kiss...it was wonderful...But for taking it without your permission"
 
Natasha

I was surprised as his lips met mine. I opened them, feeling his body close.

As he pulled away and apologized I said, "PLease, do not apologize. I gave you permission when I opened my lips."

And with that, I leaned in for another kiss, his lips soft on mine.
 
Sanity gave it's last effort and as I broke her passionate kiss I echoed it's sentiment...

" 'Tasha..It can't be possible...Not so soon after you've been..." I left the final word hanging..Finishing the thought in my own mind, rather the final truthful thought...*After I RAPED you*

My hands were still on her waste, feeling the heat of her body thru the clothes she wore, a heat that would grow to an uncontrollable passion...IF she made the slightest affirmation towards what I suddenly wanted so badly...

"I'm your doctor, Natasha" I tried a final time in false words "I should not be in love with you"

Blinking at the unbidden confession that had slipped from my lips I stared at her, suddenly....afraid?....
 
Natasha

"I should not be in love with you"

I heard his words, surprised. His words only fanned the flames that stirred in me more. My lips again went to his, "Please, stay with me." I said, before kissing him, my hands going to his waist.

My eyes searched his, wanting him to say yes, looking for his answer. "Please?"
 
And then the door closed. But not with me on the side I had planned, instead I followed her into her livingroom and as she turned I gathered her into my arms and kissed her again.

This time I held back nothing, letting all the lust and passion channel from me into her, willing my lips to tell her what had built up inside of me so quickly, since the moment I had walked into her hospital room and saw her...again.

A breath for air, after an eternity of tasting her sweet lips and I moaned gently to her...

"Tasha...I can only hold back for so long...until my need for you breaks me"

Then another taste of her lips, this time feeling her growing passion being returned to me, ten fold...
 
Natasha

My body no longer afraid to be touched, at least not by Terry. I fumbled with his shirt, my hands slipping under it, feeling his chest, bypassing his nipples.

"Then do not hold back. Make love to me....you will be my first......"

I trailed off, not wanting to say since my rape. The rape was my first, but not the way I had wanted it. I wanted the love and attention. That is what I searched for.....
 
There was no need to look for the mottled bruises to avoid them...The memory of me putting them there was still fresh in my mind, and my conscience as I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and lowered my lips to her full bosom.

But along with the return of guilt, gone was the barrier that held me back from wanting her and I responded to my lust...

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her jeans I tugged at them eagerly, watching her raise her hips and response, and then sliding the fabric off her hips and down the entire length of her slim legs.

Reaching her dainty feet I mischievously nipped at the toes, then returned slowly upward, taunting, teasing her flesh with hot kisses and wet licks from my tongue as I drew closer, ever so close to the center of her need...and my lustful want....
 
Natasha

"Yes." the words slipped from my mouth, though I shocked myself by saying them. Had I really said it? Did I really want this man, this doctor to take me and love me. To try to erase the pain that that man caused me.

"Please Terry, don't stop. Love me. Show me how it is to be the first time, not the way I had it, but with love." I closed my eyes, wanting to feel more of his touch.
 
Terry

I had begun moving upwards and at her encouragement I continued, using my tongue to tease a trail to her cleft, then hesitating. The weight of a pair of hands was suddenly at the back of my head, a mute encouragement that I wondered at, then nodded in understanding.

*Her mind needs to find what was stolen from her body, to prove it that it is whole, and pure* I chastised myself, and then made a silent promise.

Bringing my hands to her vaginal lips, I spread them gently...using the lightest of touch as I flicked at them with my tongue...intent on proving to her that she was whole and pure, yet. And could enjoy the pleasure of sex as she always had.

Slow lick after slow lick I probed her pink lips, each moving deeper into her as I felt her hands continue to press at my head, and a low moan escape her..
 
Natasha

"Mmmmmm" The moan left my lips and his tongue glided softly through me. Never before had I had such a touch. It was caressing and caring, just as the doctor was himself.

"Thank you." I said, almost begging wanting him to touch me more. My hands ran through his hair, holding his head to me, never wanting him to go.
 
Terry

I continued...Guilt fought back, but making me gentle in my touch as my tongue encircled her button...teasing it into hardness and feeling a wetness respond.

A deep moan from her thoat, an erotic sign of approval pushed me further as I began to lap at her flowing juices...

"Tasha, Lean back" I gently coaxed, her legs opening wider as I cupped her firm buttocks in my hands and lowered my lips to taste again...
 
Natasha

mY body seemed to writhe of its own accord. Pleasure was corsing through me like electric shocks. Waves of it. I could barely contain myself. "YEs!" I cried out to him, tears streaming down my face. I was unsure whether it was tears of joy for what he was doing to me or tears of pain and hurt for what had happened.

"This is the way it is supposed to be your first time." I said to him as the waves finaly laxed from me. "I want to do that for you." I told him, hoping apon all hopes he would allow me to do that to him. Send happiness through his body.
 
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