Red Ch. 04

If you love to be in love, then this is a good one. Personally, I love these characters. They write their own story for me.





Throughout that weekend, we didn't actually have sex in every room, but it wasn't for lack of trying. We teased, we laughed, we ate great food, enjoyed fine wine and we made love...a lot. Her ability to turn me on was amazing. I confessed to her, "I've always had a very active libido, but no woman has ever been able to get me so aroused, so often and so quickly."

Red grinned proudly and responded, "Why thank you, Lover Boy. That's a lovely thing to say. But as for the so quickly part, I better not find you getting off too soon and leaving me high and dry. That's a deal breaker."

We were lying on the floor of the library/reading room, which had become my favorite, and I nodded my head saying, "OK, but if this deal is going to work out in the long run, you've got to maintain your allure. There'll be no slacking off on the sexiness stuff."

She gently stroked my balls, as she taunted me, "Oh just listen to you...Sexiness stuff...You know all them 'articulate woids' to say to an innocent ingénue like me."

I rose up in false anger and scolded, "Ingénue...ingénue! Do you even know what the definition of that word is? It is a naïve innocent young woman. Well you are obviously young, but you ain't innocent and you ain't naïve. I'll bet you haven't been innocent since you were thirteen."

Red was laughing so hard that she had trouble catching her breath. Finally she replied, "Alright counselor, you got me there. I'll admit to not being an ingénue. Of course I've noticed that fact doesn't seem to bother you, when your cock is plundering my not so innocent pussy."

With righteous indignation I contritely said, "I believe that I'll plead the fifth on that," and then I hugged her and planted a kiss on her left breast.

It was her turn to scold. "That's a very limp way to avoid the question," she said, as she hefted my deflated penis to emphasize the double entendre and drawing another chuckle from me.

The weekend had been a constant series of well intended taunts, barbs and lots of laughing, in between sexual encounters of course. I had been cautious when offering my comments, as I felt the underlying frailty of Red's persona to be ever present.

The time had passed so fast, as it always seemed to do, when I was with her. But it was Sunday afternoon and I had to catch a flight back to school. If we could meet here again, I could drive it in less than two hours. But I knew that she didn't want to share that much information just yet.

We had reached that point where both of us knew that our visit was rapidly coming to an end and we each dreaded the thought of saying good bye. I put on a shirt and pants for the return trip. Red had donned a pink, baggy sweat suit, which looked great on her, and then followed me to the bedroom and quietly watched, as I threw the few items I had brought, into my bag. Her eyes filled with tears and her shoulders began shaking, which told me that she was about to fall apart.

It made me realize that I had to address my greatest concern about her and I feared that it might shatter this amazing fantasy we had created. And therein lay the problem. We were living a fantasy and it couldn't last; at least not this way, not with us in ignorance of what the other person was all about. I had been pondering how to go about addressing this situation and made an impetuous decision.

My serious gaze at her was followed by my statement, "Red, I've got to know..."

She rushed into my arms screaming, "No, no, no, please don't do this, not now...not now." She was sobbing deeply, as she clutched my body sending shudders through me every time she shook.

Her reaction further convinced me that it was vital for me to pursue the whole truth. I pushed her away and held her at arms length, while grasping her shoulders. For the first time, I took a serious and harsh tone with her. "Red, listen to me damn it. I can't go on this way. I love you too much to continuing to play this game. It's been fun, but I'm scared Red. I'm afraid of why you won't tell me about yourself and why you aren't more curious about me. I am the same person whom you met in Florida and the same guy who's been chasing you around this person's home all weekend. I'm not going to change. Yet, I'm terrified that you will."

The look on her face was one of such fright. She was petrified, but I couldn't stop now, I had to go on. "Red my name is Michael James Boedeker. I go to the University of Virginia and next year I'll be at Duke University Law School. My father is a very successful tax attorney and my family is quite well off. I am personally worth somewhere around one and a half million dollars. We will never lack for money."

Red stood there shaking her head, as the tears cascaded down her gorgeous cheeks. I expected her to reciprocate, but she just froze up. Finally I sternly said, "If you can't be honest with me right now, then I guess you're not the woman that you've been playing at all this time."

Still she remained as a weeping statue before me. I was more disappointed than angry, as I grabbed my bag and headed out of the bedroom. Her loud scream of, "NO," stopped me in my tracks. I turned to see her on the floor and reaching out for me.

Something broke in her as she sobbed out, in a very strong French accent, "I am Jeanne Antoinette Napier. My parents and all of my grandparents are dead. I have no one. I own this house. I own the house at the beach. I own the car. I own a villa in France. I don't know what I'm worth, but it's well over sixty million dollars, although much of it is real estate in the south of France. Owning all of it means nothing. I was so alone until I met you, Lover Boy. Please don't leave me, I'll behave. I don't ever want to be alone again."

I rushed to her and swept her up into my arms. Red hung onto to me as though she would never let me go, which was fine with me. I told her, "Now perhaps, we can start a new and different kind of love affair. A lot the same, I hope, and one where we can open up and share the secrets of our hearts without ever holding back anything from each other again."

Through sobs she pleaded, "Don't leave me, Lover Boy. Stay here with me. We don't need to finish school. We have money and all we need right here, as long as we're together."

I didn't answer her right away. I knew that staying wasn't the solution. I also realized that she still wasn't facing reality. I felt that she was to smart not to come around, once she calmed down. However, I did feel that I could skip a day or two of classes and not hurt my scholastic standing.

I kissed the top of her head and softly told her, "Baby, I'll stay overnight, but that's it. That will give us the time we need to sort things out, OK?"

Even though she was plastered against me, Red kept trying to pull me closer, as if to crawl inside of me. I patted her back as I said, "It's going to be alright, honey. You and I are all that's important now. I'm going to be with you forever."

She shot her head back suddenly and said, "Well you better be, because I think I'll die without you. I love you so much and I need you...I mean really, really need you."

It wasn't the first time that I thought she was emotionally disturbed. I was very concerned that I had fallen for a nut case. My hope was that she just needed to relax and trust in her own intelligence and my love to get through this. I won't deny that I was badly shaken by her extreme frailty.

As I stroked her back I quietly spoke to her. "You can open up now, Baby; you can tell me anything. You know...and I know you know that you've got a problem. And I want to help be a part of the solution. But you've got to talk to me, Red."

I waited patiently for her to cease her weeping and succumb to my common sense request.

Red stopped crying and a minute or so later, she began to remove the veil of mystery, which had been her shield ever since we had met. "My Grandparents have been dead a long time. I never got to know them. I have an uncle, my mother's older brother, who lives in France, but we aren't close and rarely talk. He's OK, I guess; we just don't communicate. Mom and dad married late in life and had me rather late in the marriage. They were wonderful loving people and I especially adored my father who took great delight in spoiling his little girl, but not spoiled rotten. Mom saw to that. She was strict, yet loving and with a marvelous sense of humor. I'm sure that's where mine comes from.

"Daddy had been with the state department for years. So when he was sent to serve overseas, mom and I always went with him. My paternal grandparents were from France and insisted on their children speaking French. While I never knew them, it was their influence that pushed my father into seeing that I was given a good education, as well as the opportunity to learn the European culture, especially from the French perspective. I lived in the south of France at various times, depending on when the government wanted him in Europe. The family estate is there and mother and I would stay at the villa, while he helped the ambassadors to gain an understanding of how things operated there. Then he would come to the villa and spend a few days with us, before going off to some other diplomatic conference.

"I was hardly ever away from one or both of my parents, until I started college here, at George Washington University Medical School. I missed them terribly, as they were my best and only real friends. I would fly to visit them, or they to me, at the drop of a hat; even if it was only for a day or so. A little over a year ago, they were on a private jet, on the way to see me, when it went down in the middle of the Atlantic. A week later, a search plane found debris floating, and it was confirmed as being part of their plane.

"By the time that small amount of wreckage was located; I was a basket case, so the family physician suggested that I seek therapy." She looked at me, trying to gage my grasp and acceptance of her explanation. "I'm not crazy, Lover Boy; I'm just sort of lost without my mom and dad. They were my two best friends.

"Oh, I had a lot of boy friends, going back to early high school. And God knows, I was very sexually active, which was the source of my popularity, I'm sure. But I never loved anyone as much as I loved my parents. They were really all that I had. At least, that's how the shrink explained it.

"I'll gladly give you her name and tell her to show you my file. I don't want to keep anything from you again. I guess I should tell you that she told me I would probably always have security issues, after suffering such a deep seated loss. Apparently, I developed such a strong attachment to my parents; I never adjusted to a point of being able to give my trust to anyone else. That is, until you showed up, with your sweet tight butt sashaying down the hall in front of me that first night.

"I guess I felt that if we didn't know anything about each other, then I could believe you loved me and I wouldn't have to worry about losing you, because I didn't really know you. In other words, even if you left me, it wouldn't be as bad a loss as it was when my mom and dad died.

"I was afraid to open up to you, Lover Boy. I was afraid then and I'm afraid now." She began to tear up again, but she continued. "I've talked to my doctor about you and she said that by not revealing anything to you, I was protecting my self from harm; that I was fearful something would happen to divide us and I didn't want to feel the agony of that kind of terrible loss again. She also warned me that, once I let myself go, I might fixate on someone so strongly, that I would smother them, which was another fear and therefore another reason not to open up."

Red was changing before my eyes. I could see her emotional strength returning, as she revealed all to me. She finished by saying, "There's a lot of small stuff to share with you and I want to do that. If you're not too afraid of me now, then maybe we have the rest of our lives to dig deeply into each others psyche. I have a ton of questions about you and how you got to be so damned hot. But, as for me, that's the worst of it, honey. In a nutshell, I miss my mom and dad."

Red gazed at me, with a little fear and I could see that she was trying to figure out how I was taking all of this. Here's how smart she is. She sat there for several minutes without speaking, as I pondered her sad situation and how it would affect us. Clearly, her revelation had freed her somewhat, from her fears. But I knew that they would linger for a long time. The question was could I accept her in spite of it.

My instinct was to say something witty and funny; it's what she was used to from me. What she had revealed hadn't changed me, so I felt that I should stick to just being me. I gave her a sideways glance and asked, "Red, we're still going to fuck like rabbits, aren't we?"

She launched herself into my arms and said through her tears, "Oh Lover Boy, you always know the right thing to say. Of course we're going to fuck like rabbits. That's what we do. Now let me suck on your carrot."

She began to yank on my zipper and quickly had my growing erection in her hands. She planted little kisses all over the helmet of my cock, but it was done with such urgency, I realized that she was overcompensating.

I took her face in my hands and kissed those fabulous full lips and said, "Let me get undressed, baby. This zipper will shred my dick in no time the way you're moving it around. Then, Michael James Boedeker wants to make love to Jeanne Antoinette Napier."

Red sported a huge grin, as she began removing her sweat shirt and pants. Once nude, I picked up her light body and carried her to the bedroom, with her face nuzzling my neck and cooing like a dove. We had enjoyed crazy wild sex all weekend, but this time I took it very slow and gentle.

As I laid her on the cool sheets, I told her, "It's been important for each of us to give to the other; but now it's time to accept the gift of pleasure from the one who cares about you more than anything in this world. Let me give to you, baby. It's time to learn to trust in our love." She nodded and smiled, as her eyes became misty.

I began by kissing her toes, taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking it. She laughed at first; I guess because it tickled. That put both of us more at ease. I took my time kissing and licking up her left leg. As I approached her beautiful pussy, she spread her legs wide, giving me greater access to the moist lips of her mons veneris, but I didn't touch it. I went back down to her other ankle and worked my way up her right leg.

Her long quiet moans told me that I was going about this in the best possible way. Upon reaching the top of her thigh, I again neglected that inviting mound which thrust up for me, as I ignored the unspoken request to bless it with my oral caress. Instead, I glided to her face, planted a soft kiss on her nose, and then gave each of her eye lids several delicate kisses. With my lips, I captured her lower lip and pulled it gently, without touching it with my teeth or tongue.

Red's tongue slid along the length of my upper lip, which I didn't want. I kindly scolded in a soft tone, "No darling, let me do it all. Just lay there and accept my guidance for this trip to nirvana." She understood immediately, so in keeping with the mood, she silently nodded.

I returned to those fabulous full lips, this time taking her upper lip and sucking it deeply into my mouth, as my tongue played over it. Then I did the same for her lower lip. She was breathing heavily by then, and I suspected that she was dying to take an active role. Yet, she fought the urge and allowed me to chart the course of our journey. I love kissing her warm mouth, so I began a gently probe of her oral cavity using my tongue as the exploratory device for this enjoyable experience. She couldn't help but to respond in kind, and I gave her no resistance, as she slowly drove her tongue in past my lips. However, when she began to wrap her arms around me, I grabbed her arms and, using a little muscle, I returned them to her sides.

I started the next part of the safari, by trailing a line of kisses down her chin and neck, and then directed my attention on her breasts. With lips and tongue, I slowly circled each one at its base and worked around them, which drew an increasing series of moans, as she arched her back up off of the bed, in an effort to get her nipples into my mouth. She should have known that my love of her plump areolas would have drawn me there regardless. Still, being as she had lifted them to me, I chose that moment to quickly go after them.

Assault them yes, but done with extreme tenderness. I hovered over one of her throbbing nipples and let my hot breath fall upon it, without touching her. Red spoke softly, almost as though it was for her alone. "Oh God, I love it." She had always responded with heightened arousal to this particular bit of teasing. But I wasn't about teasing this time. This time I was trying to convey my love and devotion to her, with every move I made.

I lowered my lips to her offered, bloated little nubbin and tortured her by very slowly sucking it deep into my mouth. Once captured, I ran my tongue around it several times, causing her to grasp my head and pull it forcefully onto her chest as she cried out, "Please, please...you're so good baby, you're so good." I made no effort to return her arms to her sides, as her action was one of involuntary passionate response. After all, I thought, the whole idea was to get her highly wound up, and obviously it was working quite well.

I left the engorged tit and moved on to the other one, torturing it as ruthlessly as I had the first. The feel of her plump areola in my mouth was like nothing I can adequately describe. It was so unique in size, shape, and texture that the act of sucking on it made me aware of my own lustful condition. My cock was throbbing and I had begun to thrust my loins against her thigh like a teenager hoping to lose his virginity.

With considerable reluctance, I kissed her bosom good bye and kissed my way down to her belly button. Again I used the technique of surrounding it with kisses, before gently easing my tongue into its core. For some women this does nothing, but for Red, it drove her wild. She began bucking her hips up in the air and pulling painfully on my hair to drag my lips back and forth then in and out of her sensitive little tummy hole.

She was beginning to take control again, so I stopped and rearranged her hands to her sides. I did so firmly, yet with a gentle strength and without words. She understood my intent and fought her own natural urges, as she surrendered to my loving will.

When I returned to my task, I began the next leg of my trip, by leaving a trail of wet kisses from her sweet tummy dent to the top of her neatly trimmed auburn pubic hair. Red was such a creature of sexual passion. She was an awesome beast to behold, as she fought to hold herself back. Still, she couldn't help thrusting her pelvis up into the air, with her knees up and legs spread wide, in a wonderfully lewd manner. Her wantonness was so totally uninhibited that it drew me into her sphere of lust.

With my own passion pulsing through my body and with a strong desire to consummate our love, my gentle intensions gave way to my baser instincts. I covered her plump mound with my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. Red burst out, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Oh God damn, Lover Boy, suck that cunt. Give me your tongue baby, give it to Red."

I wasn't about to disappoint her now. I continued sucking, but shifted my attention to the long protruding lips of her inner labia. Pulling them into my mouth and gently chewing on them sending shudders of pleasure through her and causing her to rise up even more. Now, the only parts of her that touched the sheets were the balls of her feet and her shoulders. It may have been a gross distortion of a woman's body, but it left no doubt in my mind that she didn't need anymore foreplay. It was time to fuck this bitch.