Several weeks later, it happened again. Things between us had been good. She went to work as a clerk in a discount ladies clothing store, I went to work at my regular job. She worked various shifts, time schedules and days. I worked my regular day job. She kept up her part of keeping the house clean, cooking for us and doing the dishes and laundry; I did everything else in and out of the house.
Neighbors sometimes expressed sympathy toward us, but never did anything more. Life went on without Maria. Lyza had her life, work, and friends; I had mine, except the friends part. I missed Maria and our intimate life. I wanted her. To defeat the longings, the yearnings, I buried myself in my work. I tried harder, did more, prepared more and completed more. My business prospered.
One night I came home at my usual time, long after everyone else in the company had left, and found a dark, empty house. This was strange. I entered the kitchen from the garage, flipped on the light, went to the fridge to check Lyza's schedule. Right after our first encounter I made her put it on the fridge so I would know where she was at and when she would be home. According to her schedule she was late, really late! The schedule said she would be off work at 3 and home by 4. It was now 9 PM. Where was she? I fixed myself a TV dinner, ate it and sat down on the couch in front of the TV to watch the news.
I woke suddenly to the sound of the garage door opening. I looked out the front window just in time to see Lyza's car pull in and the door go down. I closed my eyes, faking sleep again. I waited. In a few minutes, slowly and quietly, the kitchen door opened. She began to sneak in the door. I had left the kitchen light and the TV on. She turned off the light, closed the door, and put her shoes by the back door, as is our custom.
Then she crept silently across the floor toward the living room and the couch where I lay. She came near me, leaned down toward me, obviously checking to see if I were awake. I struck out at her, grabbing her around the shoulders, pulling her onto the couch and swung on top of her.
"Young lady, explain yourself!" I roared.
"Alex, I went out with my friends from work!" she challenged me.
I looked down at her, noticing the top few buttons of her blouse had popped off revealing the tops of her creamy white, fair skinned breasts. Her scared breathing made them heave and plunge quickly. My eyes locked onto that white skin. I watched as her breath came in short gasps, then slipped finally into normal breathing. She noticed my inaction.
"You like?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You want?"
"What if I do?" I asked gruffly.
"It's ok if you let me go."
I eased my hold on her. Her right hand shot up in an attempt to slap me. I caught her hand inches from my face, caught her fingers and squeezed hard. She yelped in surprise, fear, and pain.
"Guess I gotta teach you again little girl." I twisted her arms around under her and held her down with my arms. She began kicking. I caught her legs between mine and squeezed tight, forcing her legs beneath mine. I pushed downward, hard. She moaned in pain.
I let go of her hands with one of mine, being sure to keep hers tight in my other hand, reached down to my pants and undid my belt, pulling it from between us. I snaked the end into the buckle, making a loop, then slipped it over her hands, trapping them in the leather circle. I pulled the belt tight, tying it around the leg of the chair next to the couch. Her arms and hands were helpless, trapped by my pants belt.
I knew if I let her go to get something to bind her feet, she would pull her hands free from my belt, so I grabbed the zipper of her slacks and pulled it down, then pulled her slacks down around her knees, twisting the fabric to disable her legs. I noticed her multi colored panties, wet at the crotch!
"You been fucking around?" I demanded.
"NO!" she denied as she froze in place breaking off her struggling.
"You're wet!" I shouted in her ear.
"So?" she shot back, defiantly. "Girls have needs too you know!"
"So you been satisfying your needs with a boy!"
"NO! I have not!" she retorted.
