My name is Noah and I am twenty-nine years of age. I was born and raised in a strict, fundamentalist, Christian sect. They didn't believe in education beyond what was mandated by law; so on my sixteenth birthday, my father ordered me to quit school and report to the community stock yard for training as a butcher. I loved school and refused. That led to a beating for my own good. As the Bible says "Spare the rod". That night I left home and haven't been back since. I have written to my mother from time to time but I have no idea if she received any of the letters.
I made it on my own, attended college and graduated with an engineering degree. I wrote some useful software and a few apps that I sold for enough money to ensure I didn't have to work any more, but I set up my own company and have been very successful.
One evening I was sitting at home alone when the bell rang. I opened the door to find a young woman dressed in an ankle length dress with sleeves that came to her wrists, and wearing a scarf wrapped around her head.
I stared at her dumbfounded until she asked "Noah, don't you remember me?"
It dawned on me; "Felicity?"
This wasn't the gangly fourteen year old who lived next door to us when I had left home. It had been understood at that time that we would eventually marry.
"Come in, come in. What are you doing here?"
She entered the house, bringing with her a cheap suitcase. Removing her scarf, she said "I've left the church."
I had her sit on the sofa to continue her story.
"My mother died last year and I was taking care of father until he died a couple of months ago. The elders decided that I should now marry as I didn't have to care for my parents any more." One of the few good things about the sect was that they didn't force women to marry as long as they had a purpose.
She had started to cry but continued "I had confided to your mother that I wasn't going to stay. She gave me your address and told me to come here and that you would help me."
I told her that she could stay as long as she wanted as I had a spare bedroom that she could use, and that I would help her get settled.
By now she was sobbing uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her and told her that I would do everything I could to help. Her crying got harder than before.
I was stroking her; kissing her hair and forehead. Then I kissed her eyes and cheeks and worked my way to her lips. Her crying was diminishing and she was starting to respond. My tongue touched her lips and she drew away an inch or so and looked me right in the eyes. She must have realized that I cared for her because she came right back, mashing her lips against mine. Then when my tongue reached out again, she opened her lips until her tongue met mine.
My hands were roaming over her back and then I cupped her breast in one hand. She was braless and I could feel her nipple growing hard.
Breaking apart she looked at me and said "Make love to me. Show me someone loves me."
I picked her up and walked to my bedroom. I stood her beside the bed and started to unbutton her dress. When the last button at her waist was undone, I reached out and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the floor.
