The Strange House Pt 07

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I guess I must've dozed off a bit, as suddenly, Faith stood in front of me with a steamy cup in her hand, offering it to me.

"Here," she said. "I tried to make espresso. I have a machine, but who knows."

"Thanks," I said, taking the cup, eager to stay awake. "Do you need coffee?"

"While blood is my main source of nutrition, semen is beneficial too," Faith smiled.

I guess I had to learn how to nap in the daytime if I spent my nights with Faith. Every moment she was awake was precious, and I wanted to spend it with her. I then eyed a door that she hadn't highlighted before, between the PC room and the bedroom. I nodded towards it and Faith looked over.

"What's in there?" I asked.

"Toys," Faith said with a teasing smile.

"Toys? Like Barbie dolls and Legos?" I chuckled.

"I'll show you in time," Faith promised, slumping down next to me, trailing a finger from my ticklish navel to one of my nipples, making small circles around both. "To stroke your ego a bit, I actually had to withdraw my fangs to make you fit," she said, licking her teeth with her open mouth to prove her point.

Indeed it did stroke my ego. I had always been made fun of for my size, as it wasn't exactly proportionate to my less-than-average height. But if it made Faith happy, and to such an extent to warrant praise, then I was the happiest man alive. She had done so much for me, honestly. Not only sexually, but just by being amazing. I looked over at her. What a woman. What a fucking woman. I wasn't one to often curse, but Faith made strong language necessary.

"How do you even walk in those things?" I asked, nodding towards her three-inch heels. They looked like they were gonna break at any moment. Faith smiled a devious smile.

"It's easy," she said, standing up. "Do you like the way they make my legs look?" she asked, moving a hand down to the side of her hip, looking down at her heels herself.

"Yes," I said immediately. What was there not to like? Her hips looked so powerful, her calves so delicate. Her feet... I never knew I was a feet-person, but looking at her, or perhaps because it was her, I found even her feet enticing.

I slowly sipped at the mug filled with the espresso Faith had made, feeling more than ready to learn how not-done we were with the night. Being no expert in coffee or anything like that, it tasted just fine to me. I was flattered she'd make it just for me anyway, and was happy all the same. It was then I realized something. Faith had been with me the whole day... night. And not once had I seen her feed.

"Have you eaten today?" I asked. "Or drank. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call it."

"No. But it's fine. I don't need much anymore," Faith said, smiling. "So have you had fun tonight?"

"Oh yeah. You bet. I've never had a night like this," I said.

"And to think, we haven't had a single drink. We're both stone sober," Faith highlighted.

She was right. That was perhaps the most intriguing part. I had always thought these things happened after a frisky party with lots of drinking, at least based on my fellow high schoolers and what I read in stories and whatnot, but Faith was perfectly capable, and me too I guess, to duke it out without any substance to lower any inhibition.

"I didn't even think about it," I said. Faith gave me a peck on the cheek, then lifted herself out of the couch. "I don't even want to leave. I just wanna stay here."

"You can. Even when I'm asleep, you can fuck around here all you like as long as you don't make too much noise," Faith offered, disappearing into her bedroom.

"So. I see you have a computer," I started. "Do you play games?"

"Sure do. A lot of CSGO. I think I've got around five or six thousand hours in that game," she chuckled, emerging with Listerine in her hand. "But also other games, of course."

"Wow. You must really be good then," I said in pure awe. I was never into shooters too much myself, but I had tried them of course. But thousands of hours? The most I had was two thousand in Crusader Kings 2.

"Nope. It took me a while to even get the eye-hand coordination right. Using a PC is way harder when you're not used to technology," Faith said.

"I bet that made for many happy teammates," I joked. Faith shoved at me, taking possession of my empty cup.

Again I wondered how old she was. She sometimes sounded so old and wise, sometimes more... modern. And she so often spoke of things as if she was not familiar with the modern world. Faith didn't even have a phone! But I had asked her age several times. Once she playfully chided me for it, others she just avoided the question. So I knew not to ask. It was obviously something she didn't want to talk about, for whatever reason.

"Faith," I started, watching as she took my mug over to a corner to refill.

"Yes, you can ask me a question," Faith said with a smile, giving a glance over her shoulder, catching me admiring her back and her backside as she walked.

"What makes you angry?" I asked as she disappeared behind a pillar.

"If you don't want to piss me off," Faith said from out of view, "don't ever lie to me. Don't cheat on me, and don't wake me up."

"I think I can do that," I said, her emerging from the pillar again, steaming cup in hand. "I still can't believe you're able to walk on those heels."

"Oh, it's easy," Faith said, "Look!"

With a sudden turn, Faith darted in a blur across the room, the mug with steaming espresso in her hand. But not far. Her foot got caught on the back of one of the sofas and Faith leapt far into the air. By the time I had risen, Faith had landed awkwardly on her feet, her ankle twisted in a weird pose as she tumbled back on her ass.

"OUGH!" she groaned, the cup of coffee amazingly still unspilled and untouched. "Whoops," she pouted, cutely puffing her cheeks as she exhaled, before chuckling a bit at her own clumsiness.

"You alright?" I asked, making my way over.

"Oh yeah, I'm alright. I think we may have to amputate, though," Faith joked, but wincing slightly, handing me the mug. But when Faith tried to put weight on her foot to stand up, she groaned in pain.

"Give me a hand here," Faith said. I put the cup away and offered her both my hands. She easily got to her feet, but still winced when she put weight on her foot. "I guess I'm a bit clumsy," she muttered.

"It's because you haven't eaten," I said.

"No no. Just get me to bed... and perhaps you could massage my foot a bit? My heels are killing me," Faith suggested.

"No 'perhaps' here," I said, letting her wrap an arm around my shoulders.

It was only right for me to treat her a bit, and I knew women loved getting their feet massaged. And while I had never done it, I was eager to give Faith my first. Massage, that is. While I knew I wanted to sleep with Faith, and the likelihood of her being my first was high, I wasn't sure if tonight was the night. It had been so amazing so far, I just... needed a bit more time. But a massage was perfectly fine. I was pretty eager to get my hands on those feet.

With a bit of awkward stumbling, as she was still taller than me, we managed to get her into the bedroom. I noticed then she had changed the sheets. Industry purple, I guess you could call it.

Anyway, I helped her lay down on the bed, and as she did, I guess her dress rid up a bit. I quickly rubbed it back down her thigh, however, getting a giggle out of her. I guess my modesty amused her. I hadn't yet seen or touched all of her. Not even her thighs had I touched, actually. So it made me hyper-aware when my fingers braced against her warm skin, feeling even with the briefest of touches of her powerful muscles.

Looking at her as she lay on her back, I became oddly aware of that fact. That I hadn't touched her at all almost, even just running my fingers along her body was something I had wanted the most. Feel her curves, make my fingers, my mouth and even my tongue get familiar with every inch of her. And I mean every inch. I looked at her slim waist, her red dress-covered belly, her cleavage, and her face. I wanted to eat her up with how she looked like the most tasty meal when she laid back on the bed like this. Hair splayed with a small knowing smirk and those gorgeous hazel-green eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Faith asked though I thought she perhaps knew.

"How good you look... I just want to touch you. And kiss you. Everywhere," I said, unable to hide my desire from my voice.

"If you're a good boy and give my feet a good rub, I'll take this dress off and you can kiss and touch whatever you like," Faith said, lifting her foot, and offering it to me.

I quickly got up on the bed, and she scooted further up so that I could cradle her left foot, the injured one, in my lap. Unsure where to begin, I at first started by just holding her injured ankle in my hands. I felt her tense up a bit, but I guess it only spoke to the fact that she indeed could feel pain. But her expression relaxed as my fingers touched her delicate skin, tracing her toes with my fingers. It was the first time I had touched a foot that wasn't mine, so I, without really thinking about it, started inspecting the task at hand.

"I'm not the only one who's warm," Faith said, looking at my hands as I applied gentle pressure to each of her toes between my index and thumb, giving each a small squeeze. Faith groaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.

So I did something right. I angled her foot upward a bit so I could place my thumbs into the crook of her heel and pressed in and all the way up to the root of her toes, almost feeling the cells in her foot release stress. Faith let out another groan, so I did it a few more times before I started to knead meticulously with my thumbs in concentrated areas, moving my way up and down her sole. I again squeezed each her toe individually, before I lifted her foot and carefully kissed her ankle.

But only one kiss, as I continued to massage into her foot, letting my eyes travel from her cute little toes and up her calf. I wanted to kiss there too. And her knees. And her thighs and her... I suddenly found myself looking up her dress. Only a quick peek. A glance, really. Orange panties, and by the way they disappeared down and into the bottom of her ass, I guessed she was wearing a thong of some sort. I exhaled heavily, trying to calm myself. One thing at a time. We had all night. I looked over at a clock on the nightstand. It wasn't even much after 2 AM.

As it was her ankle that had twisted awkwardly, I moved my hands to the injured area, gracing carefully over it with a thumb. I dragged my fingers lightly around it, pressing a little bit around it to see if there was still any pain. Faith only gave soft moans in response.

"Is your ankle doing better?" I asked.

"Oh, my ankle is perfectly fine. Maybe it was a dubious ploy to get you to bed. And to massage my feet," Faith confessed, moving her now heavy eyelids towards me.

"You don't need to do that. I'll do that anytime you put your feet anywhere near my hands," I said.

"I know, but it makes it more fun. Now, be a good boy and continue," Faith whispered, closing her eyes again for me to do what I was here to do.

I once again pushed my thumbs into her foot, but instead of starting at her heel, I made straight lines down from top to bottom. Sometimes slow, sometimes hard. Depended on what sounds she would give off. The reactionary ones she made were an indicator of what felt good, and for that, I could either quicken the pace and press harder or soften it, rubbing small circles around her arch.

"You can kiss it more if you want to," Faith muttered.

Instead of giving her a nod, I gently laid her foot down so I could lay myself prone on the bed for a better angle. If she wanted my lips anywhere on her body, I was eager to abide by her wishes. Happy to serve, happy to be the source of her pleasure and satisfaction. Faith scooted up a bit so I didn't have to go on the floor and still be between her legs. Finding her foot right next to my face, I didn't hesitate and gave her an open-mouthed kiss right on the instep. As Faith cooed in delight, I gave it another, using my arms to cradle her ankle as if to snuggle up to it, showering it with my lips as I hungrily ate at her foot.

I had no idea where it came from, but I soon snaked my tongue out to lick her sole. It tickled her, as her whole leg twitched, giving me pause. I guess it was weird to suddenly taste someone's foot, not that I would really know since I had no experience there. But I didn't mind her getting tickled a bit, and neither did she, so I gave one more long lick until I found her toes. I then sucked several of her toes into my mouth, totally delirious with just consuming any part of her I could come in contact with, which was further emphasized as my rock-hard member pressed into the mattress.

After a little nibble on one of her smaller toes, I felt her legs retract and leave. Before I knew it, Faith pulled the dress up and over her head, throwing it across the room in a wad. I would have gotten a look at her beautiful naked body if not for the orange thong and her black laced bra that was left to cover it. But what a sight it was regardless. From her perky ample-sized breast to her taut, in-shape belly, to her shoulders, to her waist, and how her hips slightly spilled out due to her being laid back. Everything in prime condition, as if sculptured to be the perfect woman. The perfect woman to seize control over a boy like me.

"It was getting hot, no?" she commented with a tease, watching as I wiped drool from the side of my mouth. She then nodded down for me to continue.

I realized the metal was still blasting in the living room, and it served as an orchestra to me crawling up from her foot to find myself kissing her ankle and then her calf instead. Hunger drove me to climb, and as the smooth skin of her calves came in contact with my lips, I sucked down hard on her skin, taking her calf into my hands for closer inspection and sucking up everything I could. So soft. So tasty. I inhaled her scent, and even here it was strong and I felt almost dizzy from it.

"Ah," she yelped as my worship continued.

The further up her leg I went, the more it was as if my tongue, mouth, and face didn't want to leave a patch of her untouched. No amount of smooth skin went neglected. I drove my nose into everything I could get a hold of, licking and kissing when my lips graced her warm muscles, pushing my cheeks against her very calves just to feel something so lovely and smooth rub against me. I felt like I was possessed by the way I treated myself to her body.

I kissed the inside of her calves and up to her knees, but here I stopped, unsure if I would continue.

Should

continue. I absolutely wanted to. I looked up to look at her face for guidance but instead was faced with her orange thong. In between her partially parted legs, I was staring directly at her clothed sex. It was my first real glimpse, and to call me thirsty wouldn't describe the way I felt right now enough.

"What are you waiting for?" Faith asked, parting her legs a bit to give me more room. And with each inch her long legs spread, my cock throbbed. Indeed, what am I waiting for? Was I scared? Scared of eating out Faith? Scared I won't be good enough?

No. I climbed up until her clothed vulva was two inches from my face. I could feel her heat and I felt myself almost drooling for the first taste of her wetness. With a tentative tongue, I tested the waters by flicking just the tip of it, then gliding it just around the crease of her thigh and where the orange fabric started.

The taste of her warm flesh and her strong womanly aroma caused a tidal wave of arousal to wash over me, and I was now starved for her nectar. But I wouldn't rush. It would be hard to focus and drag this out because everything within me screamed for me to tear her thong off and sink into her sweet folds, but I kept myself in check and continued a line around her outer lips, seeing just how soaked she was already. Even through the fabric, I felt her heat and lust. My own cock twitched and tented my pants, aching for release as it pressed against the mattress.

"Devour me, Logan," Faith whispered from above. I need no further inquiry. I was about to reach up with my fingers, but Faith swatted them away. I looked up at her and saw her lust-filled eyes look back down at me. She even had her fangs out now. I wondered if it was from excitement. She had said something before about intimacy and drinking blood from humans. But it surely gave her lustful look an extra layer of hunger. "With your teeth," she demanded.

I leaned down and nipped the elastic rim at the edge of her orange panties, seeing her shudder in delight at the action. I grabbed the rim of her panties between my teeth, and I pulled them down and away, pulling the only barrier between us down to her thighs, tossing the thong as far away as I could. No need for that.

Now with her sex completely uncovered, she opened her legs again to showcase her delicious lips and her lovely ass peeking out just under her. What a sight. The first pussy I had ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes how beautiful it was. Tempting me so. Pink and swollen, and the outer lips flanking the beautiful entrance into her inner workings. I had the strongest urge to dive right into the middle and plant my lips and drink deep, as much of her as I could. My cock was poking so hard I wondered if I'd cum just from squirming against the mattress.

To me, the sound of Faith's heavy breathing, coming and going with a heave of her chest, was the sexiest I had ever heard. And with the sight before me, I simply had to have it. I just hope I won't be a disappointment in such a regard. A guy never knows, right? Faith surely knew, because she raised her foot and wrapped it over my shoulder, pressing at me to get started. Like a wise woman once said, what are you waiting for? I dove in.

She tasted like Heaven. And she was dripping with juice as well from the moment I made contact. I sunk my tongue into her, dragging all the way from the bottom of her slit and up to her clit. Several times, and with increasing ferocity. There was no moment of hesitation or uncertainty when it came to making myself familiar and acquainted with her delicious treat. It was, frankly, the most addicting thing I have ever tasted. Nothing like anything I could ever anticipate. This beautiful nectar that was exclusively made to quench my thirst and feed my hunger. It tasted sweet. Salty too, but mostly sweet and erotic as I lashed up and down, loving the texture and the softness of her inner lips.

"Yes," she moaned from somewhere above my head, "Use that tongue."

I was lapping quickly now, eagerly looking to hit the spots that made her moan more, and her wetness was overflowing onto my chin and tongue by then. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me into her sex more and more. It started to almost make it hard to breathe... Never mind, I don't think I need breath. Not when I could inhale the whole buffet instead. Faith had a grip on my head too, entangling her fingers in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.

It was so damn addicting, and I was constantly adjusting myself to a position that granted easier access to her lower regions, wrapping my hands around her thighs for leverage. So warm, so smooth. Her muscular thighs were the perfect handles for me to shove into her over and over, swirling around with everything I was worth, tasting the savory flavor of a pure woman.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum, you dirty boy," Faith moaned with increased vigor. "You little motherfucker!"

As if the message wasn't loud and clear, Faith's insides gave off a series of involuntary contractions as I found her clit. With new-found determination, I centered everything on it, desperately wanting to feel Faith's peak and help her ride out her orgasm as strongly as she could. And she responded with violent hip thrusts, her feet pressing against my back to help her reach her ecstasy, and I could just see, and feel, her faint abs crunch and ripple as she tensed. Faith let out a piercing moan. It was something wild and exotic. Her scream continued as her movements grew to a frenzy. My entire face was awash with Faith. Her flavor. Her sex. Her presence and her power. She was strong. She was irresistible and yet relinquishing complete freedom, and I didn't ever want to come up for air. I had just given the greatest lady I had ever met something great, I just knew it.