Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 15

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Lynne poured the coffee.

As soon as she'd opened the door, and she saw him, even though she was scared of the mouse, she felt all those warm tingles rise in the pit of her belly. And she couldn't stop looking at how handsome he was.

And the way he came in there to rescue her. No one had been willing to help her, but he showed her that she could depend on him. Did it out of the kindness of his heart in the pouring rain, and she'd had the nerve to try to shuttle him out of the door, because he made her feel so happy and loved that he scared her.

She deserved to be treated like shit, because she'd treated him like shit, but he'd been kind to her in spite of it all. She treated him like shit, because she was scared to get close to him as a green, naive woman with affairs of the heart. Frankly she was scared of the feelings of love and passion he was causing her.

Frightened to death. Confused. Passionate. She felt all those emotions at the same time. He was so loving and sexy, and even when he put her in her place just then, and was firm, he was tender and kind. So different than her ex had been. The ex treated her like dirt when he couldn't get his way. Talked to her like dirt on his expensive shoes.

Leif didn't have a mean bone in his body. Lynne had truly tested the poor man's patience. She deserved more meanness than he gave her. And she was glad Leif stood up to her. He was so sexy and gentle that she'd wondered if he had a firm side. She liked a firm side in a man, knowing that he wouldn't be disrespected. But she was no longer interested in being controlled, like she had when she was a teenager, and didn't know any better. Leif was the perfect balance, between a man who wanted respect, and a man who was tender and loving.

Any man would have given her grief for how she was acting. A lot of men probably would have given up on her. Some men would have talked to her like a dog. But not that sweet, tender Leif, who was now also proving to be manly.

Oh, she'd felt so wet when he'd ordered her to get him a cup of coffee. Wet and mushy all over her body. And he just sat down on her living room couch as though he said to himself 'woman, you will answer me'. He wasn't leaving until he got an answer. Not mean, but firm.

God, she needed him to put her in her place. To force her to confront herself. Her inner demons. She'd been too stubborn to face it any other way unless she was forced to confront her issues. Could it be possible that Leif was meant for her?

"Here's your coffee Leif. I'm so sorry," she added taking a sip of her own coffee.

"Let's see how sorry you have to be gorgeous. Start talking,"

"I don't know how to start and stuff I..."

"I'm a gentleman, and a patient listener. I'm sorry I was rough earlier sweetie. But you needed to hear those things and I couldn't say them any other way so you could hear me. And you know that darlin'," he said tenderly stroking her cheek with a gentle palm.

He sat his coffee cup on the table.

"I...I had an unusual childhood. It was....It was unusually strict. I acted out and rebelled...developed a secret wild side. But I was never...well my religion. And stuff...when I was in it...I'm not anymore..I..."

"Sweetheart, just take a deep breath. I'm not going to judge you beautiful. I just want to know why you are so fickle with me. Please explain it in ways I understand. If it takes you telling me this life story, that's fine, don't be nervous. I care so deeply for you, I will stay here listening until the sun comes up," he added stroking her lip with his thumb.

He was so tender.

"Oh God, No one's ever been this gentle with me before!" Lynne exclaimed.

"What? What? You're hurting aren't you," he added.

He pulled her into his lap.

She felt him just reach up and grab her and she crawled into his arms like a little girl. The warmth and security just flooded through her, and she shivered with pleasure, the pleasure of being wrapped up tenderly in someone's arms who cared about her so much.

"You're okay now Lynne. I've got you sweetheart. Nothing can hurt you now my dear. You're safe. Why are you scared of me," he added, kissing her forehead. He squeezed her so tight to his body; she couldn't get away if she wanted to.

And he drank the tears running from her eyelids.

"After I tell you, you probably will want to delete my number," she added softly.

Leif chuckled.

"If you've got a good reason, not a chance in hell," he said tenderly kissing her forehead.

"I grew up in this strict faith. My parents were strict. And they only wanted me to date the guys that were...that were in this faith...and I dated this guy.....only one guy...the ex I told you about and...and he wasn't very kind and....and when we were together...like you and I were together at the bookcase...it always hurt....and he'd...when we....when we were intimate it was painful...and...and I don't really think I like sex and stuff Leif. I'm a freak. I'm twenty three years old, and I've only had sex with one person....and that sex was awful, painful, awful and just bad....and once he even...forced himself on me," she said.

"Oh my god sweetness, he raped you? How could a man rape someone as sweet and adorable as you are? My conscience would kill me if I thought I'd forced something on you, or caused you pain. God I'm so sorry darlin'....I'm sorry you had to experience that. No wonder you don't like sex. He raped you, that's terrible," said Leif as he kissed her forehead over, and over again.

"Yeah. He did. He forced himself on me. Only once but it was horrible, So, I do kind of find penetration repulsive. I dream about the idea of it, but in real life, I hate it..find it disgusting. But...you....you're so smooth and romantic. You were touching me so gentle and good...You know what you're doing...you don't need to be fooling around with a woman who is scared of a man's equipment...I...I had never had an orgasm with another person before...that's why I acted so crazy. You deserve a normal girl, without all these hangups and issues, someone who knows about sex and stuff, and can make you happy, and give you pleasure. Someone who's not like a teenager and it's not all new and shit. I'm crying and I feel silly that you'll think I'm weak too, on top of it all," she said, sighing.

She had been humiliated to tell him her story. But sitting in his lap, and getting it off her chest felt so much better.

"Oh No sweetheart. I don't think you are weak, or silly. I think you're courageous to keep going, now that I know the truth. It....It sounds like you've been to hell and back. Oh Lynne I had no idea. No wonder...no wonder you're so afraid to get close to me. Now what's all this I deserve someone normal shit. You are very normal darlin'," he added stroking her chin with gentle fingers.

"No I'm not....I never even came with another person until a week ago," she added with a sniffle.

"That doesn't make you not normal. That makes your ex boyfriend a lousy lay. And he sounds like a real jerk. I'm glad I could make you feel that pleasure in your body. I had as much fun giving you that orgasm as it looked like you were having, feeling the orgasm. I hope you'll let me do it again and again and again when you get less shy. And...and I think it's charming that you don't have a lot of experience. I knew there was something different about you. I could tell. I think it's so sweet and tender. I think you're selling yourself short. There are so many millions of men who would love to be a teacher to a beautiful woman like you. I feel lucky I might be the one to teach you. I want to worship you. Put you on a pedestal and help you become a grown woman. A real grown woman who knows what good sex feels like, and isn't embarrassed and ashamed of her feelings. I want...I want you to become like that wild, spunky, irrepressible chick I see on stage, in the bedroom, for my eyes only," he added tenderly.

"You're too sweet Leif, too romantic, and too good at this stuff. I feel inept, and I don't want to feel like you are using me, because I'm a novelty, this inexperienced black woman, something you've never tasted before, and then you get tired of me, because I'm not as exciting as the women you've had before, and hang me out to dry. I like you. If you end up stringing me along because I can't keep up with you, it will hurt me too much..." said Lynne.

"I'm not....I'm not out to do that. Since you lay your cards on the line, I'll lay out mine. I'm just as inexperienced as you are, not about sex, but about romance. I...I've had sex with women before, but I never, ever, ever felt such tenderness as I feel with you. So...so I'm going to teach you about making love, but you're going to teach me what romantic love feels like. Because I never cared about that before. I just wanted to hook up. But I don't want that with you. I want you to be mine. My woman. My girlfriend. Or whatever they are calling it nowadays," he added in her ear.

"Just like that you want to be my man...but we haven't even...we haven't even had sex yet...and I told you....I have hangups and issues with sex and I..."

"Oh hush woman. Just hush. I'm sure we can lovingly help you get over whatever issues those are. It'll be the most pleasurable toe curling therapy you can ever imagine. And you my sweet, are going to teach me all about romance. I want to learn it all, what it feels like to give a woman flowers, and put my sweater on her arms when she's cold, and be so mushy inside I can't sleep thinking about her. Well I already know what that one feels like," he added with a chuckle.

"I...I didn't sleep either. And I probably lost five pounds because I couldn't eat either, wondering about you...and dreaming of you...thinking about why it couldn't work...and thinking you would think I was stupid and laugh if we ever had this conversation," she added softly.

"I don't think you're stupid. From the second I saw you, I thought you were the sweetest thing I've ever seen. And you're smart as hell Lynne. But you gotta start living your life offstage, as heartily as you do onstage. But we're gonna do it together. You and I. It's getting late, I should go...we'll talk tomorrow. But..Lynne, if you so much as start giving me the cold shoulder again, if I give you sexual pleasure, or make you feel funny in your heart, or your body, or both, and you get scared, and ignore me, so help me god, I will march right over to your place, and turn you over my knee and spank that cute little ass of yours really good, and make you sorry for misbehaving," he added huskily.

When he said that she squirmed on his knee. Just thinking about him pulling down her panties and spanking her. She knew he was joking, but he was sexy as hell and half of her wanted to give him the shoulder just so she could feel him spanking her.

"After I spank your cute little ass for misbehavior, if you apologize, I might kiss the luscious little thing. Damn. I have to stop that. I'm getting aroused. Okay...I'll...I'll call you tomorrow. Not just texts. Phone calls. Like boyfriends and girlfriends should do. Let me up," he added affectionately.

He brushed her rear with gentle hands indicating that he wanted her to get up. His hands felt so good. She wanted them to linger there, and cup her ass, not just motion for her to get off his knees.

"It's so late Leif. You don't have to go home. Sleep on the couch. I've been so lousy to you, that I want to make it up to you. I'll fix you breakfast," she added softly.

"I'd love to, but I don't have a toothbrush, or a change of clothes," he added.

"I've got some baggy shirts that you can wear tomorrow. And a never opened guest toothbrush. I'd like you to stay. If you'll stay on the couch," she chuckled.

"Of course I will. I'm a gentleman. I just want a goodnight kiss for all the trouble you've put me through over the past week, and we'll never speak of it again, he added tenderly.

She leaned in and tenderly pecked him on the lips. Then she started sucking his lower lip, and he groaned, suckling hers, and then tenderly teasing her own tongue with bold gentle strokes. He sucked her tongue several times, and then with his hot breath whispered into her mouth.

"Good night Lynne,"

She presented him with sheets and blankets and pillows for the couch.

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