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Simon Says: So I finally was able to finish Chapter 3 of this. Sorry it took so long. Let's just say I really wrestled over this one. Forgive me.
Some notes - - This chapter makes much more sense with the other two having been read first. - I switch perspectives once in the middle. It felt like the right thing to do. - I prefer the slow build and seduction to immediate 'banging' and such. There is sex in this chapter but it ends begging for more (for me anyway :) ). - I welcome all contacts and feedback. I answer all emails. And the perv in me loves to hear how my stories 'affected' you.
I think there will be one more of these .. but who knows? Happy reading all. :) +++++
'How is your day going?' I wasn't exactly an avid texter. Texting generally proved only mildly useful to me, but I knew Rachel's generation saw it as an essential for existence, so I decided to start the conversation. We had texted a few times over the last few days, trying to come to an agreed upon time.
Nearly immediately my phone vibrated. 'gr8 u?'
Yeah, so it took me a moment to do the license plate interpretation game. I think I can do this.
'Very well thanks. Looking forward to seeing you tonight.'
Buzz. 'me 2 :-O'
Ok, that one I couldn't figure out. The 'me 2' portion I got but . . . Should I ask? Eyeballs? And is that just a huge nose?
Apparently my pause in writing made it obvious. 'LOL that mnz im excited!'
'Thanks for the translation. :)'
'what should i wear?'
'Just come as you are. I will take care of the rest.'
'ooo ok' There was an extended pause, followed by another buzz. 'i cant wait'
'Neither can I. :)'
That was a completely honest answer. This girl had literally sent me into a tail spin.
The never planned aspects of life usually prove to be much more interesting and this without a doubt fit into that category. Rachel brought out. . something. .deep inside of me. A need that I didn't realize existed. I felt like I had been woken up from a dream and my new reality was a clear relational interaction with Rachel. That's it. That was my complete focus.
I tried to focus on classes and such but honestly only felt drawn to remembering, in great detail, every inch of that girl's body. The body I wanted to control, direct and enjoy. The body belonging to the girl whose personality, outlook, intelligence and everything just totally captivated me. Obsessed. I am pretty sure that was what I was feeling.
I had sent her my address and a time, now it was on me to be ready. There were no agreed upon rules of engagement here. Frankly I didn't think she wanted any, and I wanted to act on impulse. See what inspired me. Act out of raw emotion and need. She was going to provide me with plenty of inspiration.
So I ran around and straightened a bit as I thought through what dinner would entail.
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I opened the door to a sweet smile, flashing eyes and a beautiful girl attached to all of it. Rachel waited patiently with what was a very excited look on her face.
I paused and enjoyed the moment . . the one where she waited for me, the one where I got to determine the next steps. She seemed to be enjoying the same. This simple silent exchange really reinforced this odd relationship that had developed over two in-office encounters. I didn't know where things would go, but I certainly was enjoying the path to get to wherever that was.
I stepped to the side and motioned for her to come inside. She nodded, the smile never leaving her face. Her fingers fidgeted in front of her lap as she walked quickly past me. I quietly closed the door behind her as she stepped a few more steps into the apartment and stopped, waiting. The thrill began again.
"Turn for me, sweet girl." I quietly said behind her. She slowly turned around. My eyes watched her dress briefly lift as she spun, her shapely legs showcased a bit more for only a scant second. I brought my eyes up her body, past the front of her sundress and her concealed breasts, to her face. She was watching me, seemingly enjoying the inspection underway.
"You look lovely, Rachel. So lovely." I muttered almost just to myself.
She obviously heard me, her smile beamed in pleasure. "Thank you, sir." And the sound of 'sir' sent a small jolt through me. I hear that word constantly, but from her the layers of meaning were much deeper. More erotic.
I nodded and walked past her, my fingers briefly brushing against her arm. A gesture of ownership. And I heard her take a breath at my touch. Message received, it seemed.
I could take her now. Several times. And I would enjoy it immensely. And I am sure she would want that. But there was just something so much more . . . satisfying . . .. exhilarating . . . about taking my time. The slow burn. The long build-up. The journey.
I stepped towards the couch and leaned against the arm. She remained firmly in place where I left her, her eyes tracking my movements, her lips parted a bit. Good girl.
"Rachel . . . " I motioned to the stool by the kitchen island. She immediately nodded and sat down.
I had picked this for a few reasons, most notably that her dress rode up nicely on her legs showing just a hint more of her thighs., which were quite amazing . . Just like the rest of her. And even more importantly, it felt like I was putting her on display for myself, which I literally was. She crossed her legs in a rather demure and ladylike fashion. My eyes lingered briefly on her creamy thighs, but then quickly moved back to her face..
"I would like to spend a few minutes talking about. . this." I motioned at the two of us as I tried to find the right word for what we were. No reference point. No precedence. Whatever we were was completely new to me. And seemingly to her.