Not So Trivial Pursuit

"Hi Cheryl, fancy a game?"

Cheryl finally found her voice and said, "I don't know."

Thomas watched her closely and whispered, "Are you frightened?"

"Yes."

He reached out and took her unresisting hand in his own. The warmth of his fingers was surprising. Thomas gazed deep into her eyes and replied, "There's no need. I won't hurt you Cheryl. This is a game, nothing more. You can stop at any time, all you do is say the word."

She could feel his index finger stroking the back of her hand as he spoke, it was sensuous and at the same time soothing. Cheryl remained silent.

"Do you want to say the word?"

Cheryl didn't answer his question, but said instead, "I thought about you last night."

"Oh?"

A tear came unbidden to her eye, "I'm so scared."

"What of?"

"That you'll hurt me."

"Hear me Cheryl Hardacre, I will never hurt you. What happens during the game happens, but I will never hurt you. You have control, you can stop at any time... Remember your name and remember mine, that's all I ask."

With that, Thomas let go of her hand and stood up. He collected his chess set and started to walk away, changed his mind and said, "If you don't go to the seminar I'll understand, but I really hope you do."

Then he walked away leaving Cheryl staring at him as he left the canteen.

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Thomas was sat in the darkened hotel room on the bed. He had placed a chair in the middle of the room with a standing lamp just behind it, making a cone of light around the chair. There was a tentative knock at the door. He looked at his watch, it was five minutes past seven.

"Come in Cheryl," he called.

The door opened and Cheryl came into the room, she looked very nervous.

"You're late."

"Sorry, I had trouble parking."

"Never mind, please sit down."

Thomas watched as she crossed to the chair and sat down, she was wearing her normal skirt and white blouse and her hair was in its usual French plait.

As Cheryl sat in the chair, stiff and in obvious discomfort, Thomas said, "I'm very glad you came tonight, I hope you get a lot out of this seminar."

She didn't reply.

Thomas said, "Let your hair down."

Uncertain, Cheryl hesitated and then pulled the grip from her hair and shook her head letting it fall to its full length, halfway down her spine. She ran her fingers through it as she moved to stop it from flying everywhere.

Thomas said, "Much better. Much more... weiblich."

A shy smile touched Cheryl's lips and then she asked, "So what's the seminar about."

"You already know. Woman, lepidoptera and the aptness of names."

He threw a small piece of cloth to her and it landed on her lap. It was a blindfold.

Quietly he said, "Put it on."

Cheryl looked directly at him for the first time. She could just make out his shape in the darkness of the room, but made no move to put the blindfold on.

"Why don't you put it on Cheryl? Don't you trust me?"

"I don't know you."

"But you'd like to."

"I... I don't know. This is all so strange... I don't know what I want."

"Are you going to say your word?"

"Maybe."

"No maybe's. Yes or no!"

"I don't know."

She heard him sigh before he responded, "Okay, no problem. Let's just see how you feel. But the seminar can't start until you put the blindfold on."

There was a heavy silence in the room as Cheryl debated what to do in her mind. He said that she had control, she could stop it if she wanted at any time. But how could she trust him, how could she know that he wouldn't hurt her? She didn't. But still... the climax she had enjoyed last night just thinking about him was something, wasn't it? Maybe he wouldn't be like the others. She decided that... for the moment... she would go along with the evening.

Thomas smiled gently as she placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it securely around her head. Then she placed her hands back on her lap.

He came silently to his feet and started to talk in a businesslike tone, "Women and Lepidoptera. What do we mean by that? Lepidoptera, or butterflies are known to be light, gentle creatures. One of the few insects in the world to promote good feelings rather than revulsion when we see them. Strange isn't it? The only real difference between a butterfly and a dung beetle is in our perception."

He moved to stand directly behind her chair as he spoke, his hand reached out and started to stroke her long hair. Thomas marvelled at how soft it was, "Women like butterflies. The sensations that the touch of a butterfly on their skin promote is one that they enjoy. Men and dogs, women and butterflies."

Cheryl could feel his strong fingers playing with her hair as he spoke, it felt wonderful, occasionally his fingers touched her back as he moved his hand and the sudden and unexpected pressure sent tingles down her spine.

She murmured, "What do you mean men and dogs?"

Thomas smiled, "Women like to be touched lightly, stroked, gently toyed with. Men on the other hand see the best sex in a more... canine fashion."

"What?"

"Lots of slobber and plenty of licking."

In spite of the moment, Cheryl couldn't help but giggle.

"Good. You're laughing. Laughter loosens the muscles and relaxes the inhibitions."

The stroking stopped and Cheryl was left with a strange feeling of dissatisfaction. Then a voice in her ear whispered, "Let me show you what I mean about women and butterflies."

Something soft touched her cheek, it felt like the tip of a downy feather. It moved in small circles all over the skin of her face, her forehead, her nose, lips and chin. It felt fantastic. Her lips parted involuntarily as it slid down to the side of her neck, causing new and fascinating sensations. Then it stopped abruptly and Thomas whispered in her ear, "Why are you so unhappy?"

"What?"

"Why are you so unhappy Cheryl?"

"I'm not."

"You're lying. I can tell. What happened to make you so unhappy?"

The feather started again on her forehead, it traced the arches of her eyebrows and then travelled down the bridge of her nose, back over her cheek and down to the front of her throat.

"I wish you'd tell me. Maybe I could help."

She thought back to when she had found her fiancé in bed with her friend. And against her better judgement, Cheryl found herself telling Thomas about it. Everything. The pain, the humiliation, everything.

The feather stopped once more. Cheryl felt Thomas take her wrist gently and undo her cuff.

"What are you doing Thomas?" she asked warily.

He pushed her sleeve up past her elbow and replaced her hand on her lap before replying, "Just getting ready for the next part of the seminar."

Cheryl was amazed at herself, here she was in a hotel room, blindfolded with a man she barely knew and she was letting him undress her. Well not undress, all he had done was to bare her arm, but it felt like undressing. She felt naked before him, unable to resist answering his intrusive questions.

She jerked slightly as she felt his fingers land softly on her bared forearm. It felt like a spider had landed there, then he started to move his fingers in small circular motions, much like he had done with the feather. The teasing of her skin raised goose-bumps as new and wonderful sensations shot up her arm and attacked the pleasure centres of her brain. She couldn't believe just how good his touch felt. Yet again, she began to shiver. She could feel her breath getting shallower and heat was building, the same heat the she had felt the night before. His fingers moved up her arm, slowly over the bunched sleeve, up to her shoulder, over her collar and onto her throat. Still they moved in their small circles, dancing lightly and emitting new shards of wonderful delight wherever they touched her.

She felt her top button being undone. Cheryl stiffened slightly, but Thomas whispered, "Don't worry. Nothing will happen that you do not want to happen. Relax, relax and enjoy."

Still uncertain, Cheryl forced herself to settle down. He was so gentle. So tender that she really didn't want this to stop... not yet. The next button opened, then the next. She felt her blouse being tugged open and as the cool air touched her chest, she knew that she was on display to him, but the heat in her breast and the feelings that were aroused by his soft stroking made her stay her hand and remain seated. His fingers travelled down from her throat and moved over the tops of her breasts and then back up to her throat, only to begin the journey once more.

"Are you a virgin Cheryl?"

Another tear, "Yes."

"Do you want to be?"

"I don't know."

The fingers continued to work over her skin leaving trails of warmth as they moved. She was waiting for him to touch her heavy breasts encased in the white cotton bra, but they never did, merely travelling from throat to nearly touch them and back again.

Thomas repeated his question.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"Are you frightened?"

"Yes."

Nothing further was said for a moment. The hand left her upper body and started to dance on the soft, white skin of her stomach. Thomas was carefully avoiding any of the usual female erogenous zones. She felt a spasm in her stomach muscles as the spidery dance played over her belly. It was so exciting, his unseen touch.

"Are you saving yourself?"

"I once thought so."

"What for? What were you saving yourself for?"

"I... I wanted to be a virgin on my wedding night."

"Why?"

Cheryl found it difficult to concentrate on the questions as she struggled to contain her excitement at the feather light fingering of her flesh, but she managed to answer, "I thought it was romantic."

"And now?"

"I don't know."

"So, what do you want?"

"I've told you. I don't know. Sometimes I want to let a man take me to bed and do all the things I've read about..."

"And?"

"And then I get frightened. What if it hurts? What if he lets me down like my fiancé did? I'd feel cheep. Like I'd thrown it away."

Even through the wonderful sensations that Thomas was producing, Cheryl found herself crying openly as she spoke, "What if it's not like I imagined it to be? I've heard the men at work talking about their conquests. How tawdry they make it sound. And I see how little respect they have for the women they've been with. I... I don't want anyone to talk about me like that!"

The stroking stopped.

"Are you scared that you might want to lose your virginity with me? That I might treat you like that afterwards?"

Barely audible, Cheryl replied, "Yes."

She felt his arms enclose her and his cheek pressed against hers, "Don't worry Cheryl. Don't be scared, I will never hurt you in any way. As far as you want to go, we will go and no further."

He waited a while, just holding her and stroking her hair until she calmed down a little before he asked, "Do you want this to stop now?"

Cheryl shivered slightly and answered, "No."

Her lips parted as she felt his fingers stroke lightly over her stomach.

"Are you sure? You can end the game whenever you want."

"No. I want to play. Just..."

"Just what?"

"Promise me. Promise me you won't hurt me."

"I've told you. I will never hurt you."

Thomas moved his hand to her calf and started his gentle, circular caresses once more, sliding slowly up to her knee. As he moved, her skirt rode up, baring her thighs to his view. White and soft as silk was her skin. He could feel himself getting more and more excited as he continued his lazy way onto her inner thigh.

Cheryl moaned deep in her throat as she felt his hands nearing her womanhood. She was nervous, would he touch her there. She wanted him to and at the same time, she did not. She was still scared, even after all of his assurances to the contrary.

Over the top of her thighs he touched, and stroked. Then she felt the unexpected touch of his lips against her own. A feather light kiss, so quick she wasn't really sure if it had happened. It happened again, her lips tingled. She found herself hoping that he would kiss her again, her wish soon came true. No quick kiss this time though, he pressed his lips to hers and held them there. She returned the kiss with fervour. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she moaned as his tongue began to battle fervently with hers, the warmth was rising in her chest once more and she could feel her nipples like bullets pressing against the tight cotton of her bra. As they kissed, the blindfold slid from her head and landed on the floor.

An unexpected attack. His hand rubbed the front of her panties and Cheryl bucked as a dagger of pleasure stabbed directly into her womb. Gently, Thomas slipped a finger inside the leg of her panties and for the first time in her life, someone other than her self was stroking her clitoris. She could feel her pussy was soaking and ready like never before. The sensations he was arousing in her belly were burning her up. Pulse after pulse attacked her aching pussy and she felt like she never had before. Under his talented stroking, it wasn't long before an orgasm broke inside her and washed through her body like a flow of lava.

Cheryl was gasping for breath and had to break the kiss so she could breathe again. Slowly, slowly she regained her senses and stared into Thomas' eyes.

She whispered, "Love me."

He answered, "I do."

Cheryl smiled and started to kiss him again, but to her surprise, he broke off and stood up.

Confused she spluttered, "What? What's the matter?"

"I love you. That's what's the matter."

"What do you mean?"

"Look... I'm sorry, this was meant to be a game. When it started out it was a game, but now..."

"I don't understand."

"It's not a game. This is real life."

Tears welled up in Cheryl's eyes, "Oh no! Oh no! It's me isn't it? It's happening again."

Thomas knelt down and took the crying woman in his arms, held her close and whispered, "No. It's not you. It's me... Look, when I started the game it was supposed to be a bit of fun. I wanted to see if you really were the Ice Maiden, that everyone said you were. So I devised the game. Look what happened, you turned out to be smart, quick, beautiful, sexy, vulnerable and loving. And I could see that you were feminine, the most feminine woman I've ever met. At first I thought your name meaning feminine was a lucky coincidence for the game. But now I don't think so, I think the fates named you truly. Just like they did for me. I found a truth all right, I found the truth that I love you. That's what caused the problem, I don't want to play any more. I don't want to use you... I love you too much to do that."

"But I want you to. I want you to make love to me. My virginity isn't a blessing, it's a curse and I want to lose it with you."

"But I won't take it... Not like this."

"Then how?"

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Thomas lay in the bed, he was naked under the thin duvet. A door opened and Cheryl stood nervously in the frame, she was wearing a matching set of sheer, silk underwear in a delicate shade of blue.

Shyly, she said, "Well?"

He was unable to tear his gaze from the vision before him, "Well what?"

"How do I look?"

Unable to keep a throb from his voice, he replied, "Weiblich."

Cheryl smiled and slowly crossed the room to lie next to him on the bed. He could see her hands were shaking slightly and her face still held an expression of nervousness.

He bent down and placed a hand on her chin before placing a light kiss on her lips. Hesitantly, Cheryl's hand also came up to reach around and hold the back of his neck. The kiss deepened and their tongues touched through slightly parted lips. As the kiss continued, Cheryl felt his hand move from her chin to the side of her neck and on to her shoulder. The strap of her bra was moved gently over the curve and on to her upper arm. The hand moved again, it slid down her arm to her elbow and on to her side. Cheryl couldn't help but shiver, not with fear, but with anticipation.

The strong, but gentle hand moved once more. It slid round her back and deftly released the clip that held her bra in place, letting the soft material loosen. She could feel a trail of warmth wherever the gentle fingers stroked her skin, back round her ribcage, up her side and onto her newly released breasts, heavy and warm.

When his fingers reached her nipple, he gently rubbed it and felt it harden under his skilled touch. Cheryl moaned into his mouth as they still shared their lingering kiss.

Carefully, Thomas disengaged from her and leaned back so that he could remove the wispy bra completely and gaze for the first time at Cheryl's large beautiful breasts. They were perfect. Large, shapely, soft yet firm with dark cherry red nipples that were hard and crinkled with excitement and expectation.

He murmured, "Weiblich," before taking a firm hold of one of them and kneading the warm flesh. He moved his face closer to her chest.

When Cheryl felt his hot breath skim over her nipple, she closed her eyes and moaned once more. When she felt his tongue flick out and lash at the engorged confection, she groaned. The dart of pleasure that shot through her was almost unbelievable. Her hands came up and cradled his head as she wallowed in the sensations he was giving her. The warmth was spreading from her aching nipples and filled her mounds.

But more delights were to come. Whilst Thomas played with her mammaries with his bust lips and tongue, his fingers began a slow journey down her body towards the centre of her womanhood. He ran a finger lightly along the waistband of Cheryl's panties causing another dart of joy to attack her system. Her hips bucked slightly and she could feel another fire being built inside her, but this one was in her womb. Her pussy felt hot and wet, even more so when his fingers slipped under her waistband and snaked through her patch of jet-black pubic hair to her engorged pussy.

When his fingers reached their target, Thomas stroked up and down the length of her lower lips, delighting in the moist heat that emanated from them, then he placed three fingers directly over her pussy and started to make slow gentle circles that grazed the top of her hard clitoris.

This new assault on her senses made Cheryl almost scream with joy. She felt one finger slide between her pussy lips as Thomas moved his hand and slip straight up her boiling channel.

"Oh Godogodogod!"

And still the pleasure mounted, his mouth lashing at her nipple whilst his hand played with her other breast and his other hand working on her tortured pussy, gently frigging her clit as his finger slid in and out, loosening her for the bigger intruder to come.

Thomas pulled away again and knelt up on the bed, he grasped her panties and rolled them down her legs, throwing them over his shoulder when they were free. He gazed down at the woman below him, she was so beautiful he almost had to pinch himself to make sure she wasn't a dream.

And Cheryl looked back up at him. Her eyes were from his toned upper body down to his erect penis that jutted seven inches from his groin. Her mouth watered as she looked at it, but at the same time she felt a little panicked at the size. She didn't think that something so huge would ever fit inside her.

She stiffened slightly when she felt his hands part her thighs and he shuffled over so that he was kneeling between her legs. He saw a look of apprehension in her eyes and murmured, "Don't be scared... I will never hurt you."

Reassured somewhat, Cheryl managed to relax a little, but tensed once more when Thomas moved his body closer to hers and taking his weight on his elbows placed the head of his hard cock at her hot entrance. He nuzzled against her neck murmuring, "Relax... just relax."