The Goddess of Passion Ch. 02

Jenna, Diane said, I'm going for another drink - want one? Jenna looked at her friend and smiled warmly.

No thanks, Di. I'm fine. Jenna's eyes returned to Ryan, standing close to her.

Now, here was an athlete and good-looking and smart and polite and interested and interesting...hmmmm, she thought. Now we're getting somewhere. I wonder how he is in bed. She flushed at the thought and smiled up at him, all six feet eight inches of him. Her five feet eight seemed dwarfed by the size of his obviously muscular body. The strength he exuded attracted her, physically.

When he opened his mouth, his foot didn't get sucked into it, like the other guys she'd met tonight. They looked into each other's eyes and then both glanced down at both of his hands, still grasping her hand. They both blushed a little and he released his grip. But, she reached back and pulled his hand back to hers as it was lowering, holding it lightly. She smiled at him. He was smitten. God, what a smile

I like to touch a person when I'm talking with them, if I like them, she said softly. He swallowed with a gulp. Is she actually coming on to me? he wondered. How did I ever get so lucky?

Well, I'm glad you do, 'cause I like it, too, he grinned. Shall we dance?

There was a slow number playing. He led her to the salon where he assumed the proper ballroom dancing position for the two-step, holding her a bit away from his body, not rudely clutching at her. Now, it was her turn to be impressed. Ryan was a gentleman, and he seemed to be genuine. While he obviously admired her various attributes, he also seemed to show her a proper amount of respect as a person. Well, so far, Ryan was the nearest thing to Dell that she'd found. She really had no other person to compare him with. Would he prove out all the way? She intended to find out.

As they danced, she gradually, almost imperceptibly, moved closer and closer to him. Finally, he noticed her breasts were pressed against his lower chest and he could smell the rich aroma of her clean hair, pressed close to his chin. Her thighs were pressing against his lower thighs. She had a firm body, yet soft to the touch. She was a very exciting woman. He had never met anyone quite like her.

His cock began to fill and he knew she could feel it rising as it touched her tummy. He flushed, but didn't back away. He didn't know whether he had initiated the contact or whether she had. No matter, she felt great in his arms, pressed up against his firm body.

As their dance steps permitted, she ground her pussy up against his hip bone, feeling the familiar tingle course through her. She was getting wet and hot. She could smell her sex and wondered if Ryan could, too. She was glad she'd put a Kotex pad on under her panties. She would have ruined her silk dress if she'd leaked pussy juice onto it. The length of his steps gradually diminished until they just seemed to be standing in one place, swaying back and forth, pressed tightly against each other.

She pulled very slightly back from him and raised her chin, opening her lips up to him. Her gaze never left his eyes. He lowered his lips to hers and softly brushed them with his parted lips. Then, he lowered his lips to hers again, but this time, slipped the tip of his tongue between her lips and touched the tip of her tongue. They didn't separate, but pressed harder into each other's mouth, swirling their tongues around each other's. They both floated off somewhere to a blissful place, only returning to the dance floor when they realized the people there were all standing around the two of them, clapping and cheering.

Everyone in the room had been watching this real-life Barbie and Ken gradually join together and in some vicarious way, they all wished to see them become a couple. It looked like they might do just that and this was cause for celebration.

Ryan kissed Jenna lightly on the forehead and whispered, Let's get out of here.

They went to the entry hall and asked the pledge doorman for their coats. Then Jenna remembered Diane. She had to tell her what was happening. She told Ryan she had to go to the bathroom and went looking for Diane. Not finding her on the ground floor, she started up the stairs when Bill Lawson came down the stairs saying, If you're looking for Diane, the Ho, she's servicing the fraternity President upstairs in the second room on the right, he spat. Jenna turned and went down the stairs. Ryan was waiting for her at the front door.

They stepped out to gently falling snow. There was no wind and the flakes were beautiful as they drifted softly down through the street lights, settling on every horizontal surface. About three inches had fallen since Jenna had gone into the frat house.

Standing at the top of the stairs leading from the front porch of the frat house down to the entry sidewalk, Ryan asked, Have you any particular place you'd like to go to?

Do you live in a dorm or do you have your own apartment? she asked. She knew he was a junior and that his family did have some means, so she guessed he had his own apartment. She was right.

I have my own place about three blocks from here, he said quietly.

Well, if you promise to continue to be a gentleman and not take advantage of me, I'd like to go to your apartment and get to know you better, she said, blushing.

Ryan was ecstatic He had hoped to 'score' tonight, but never dreamed it might be like this. Even if he didn't touch her again tonight, he was in the presence of a fabulous woman, the very woman he had been dreaming of and discreetly checking out. How lucky could a guy get?

They climbed the steps to his second floor apartment. It was a one bedroom place with a bath, small kitchen and small sitting room. He had his TV in the sitting room and his desk and computer in the bedroom. There was barely space for him to sit on the bed and work at his desk to the side toward the window. He couldn't fit a chair into the narrow space. To get even this much space, his bed was only a full size, not a queen or a king. Given his size, he slept diagonally in it and couldn't conceive of trying to get into a twin to try to save more space - no way.

Ryan helped Jenna out of her coat and hung it up on the standing coat rack next to the front door. Jenna insisted on being given a tour. She noted that, big as Ryan was physically, his tiny apartment took on a Lilliputian atmosphere. Why, it was small for her, let alone him. Still, it was his and afforded him a measure of privacy that was valuable to most.

When they got to the bedroom, she kicked her shoes off, pushed them under his bed and said, teasingly, Know what that means? He grinned at her boyishly.

You're a tease, huh? he said, still grinning.

Yeah, but that's all, she said, realizing that she was treading on thin ice at this point.

That's OK. You're safe with me, he said seriously. I'm not like some of the animals around here.

I know you're not, she stated. That's why I felt secure coming here with you. You're a gentleman, Ryan Miller, and I, for one, admire that in a man. When I kissed you on the dance floor it was because I admired you and wanted to show you that you were a special person.

Well, you certainly succeeded, he said softly. I don't think I ever felt more special than at that moment. He smiled at her warmly, reached down, picked up her shoes and handed them to her.

She giggled and put them back under his bed. The night isn't over yet... she teased and punched his arm lightly.

They went back into the sitting room, arms around each other, happy with each other, for now. Jenna sensed she had to be careful. She knew her motives. She knew she was hunting. But Ryan didn't really know he was the prey. Somehow, he was confused - he thought he was the hunter and she was the prey. Wrong

Still, she liked him and respected his conduct toward her and she didn't want to hurt him needlessly. Should she fall in love with him in the last analysis, her current actions would be lost in the joys they'd experience in their future together. However, if she were to reject him...well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. They sat on the couch opposite the TV. He sat with his knees diagonally to hers, without trying to sit closer to put his arms around her.

He looked at her and said, earnestly, Tell me about you. Tell me about your family, where you live, what you do for fun.

She smiled at him. This could get difficult, she thought. I think he's a really nice guy, but I don't want to actually get very involved. I just want to experiment a bit with my hormone reactions. OK, she realized, getting started with him could really take a while. That might be fine if she were actually looking for a mate right now, but she wasn't. Again, thoughts of Dell flashed through her mind. God hadn't made a better mate...for her.

Jenna told Ryan about her life in the mountains, about her parents, about her mom's death (her eyes got misty at that point and Ryan reached out and held her hand tenderly in response). She told him about their ordeal on the cross-country skiing trip over the Christmas holiday, but left out significant parts of the story. She told him about Dell, praising him to the hilt for the way he'd raised her with love, compassion and trust. Of course, she didn't reveal her true and complete feelings about Dell - her true soul mate.

As the evening passed and they grew more and more fond of each other, largely owing to both their ability to communicate, both of them became more and more free to allow their conversation to range to more uncommon subjects, more 'taboo' subjects. Ryan admitted that he was not a virgin, that he had had sex with a high school girlfriend his senior year, but that he was not promiscuous and had only slept with a woman three times since then.

Hearing this, Jenna wondered how effective she might be in 'awakening' lust within him. Hmmmm, she thought, might not be too easy. Further, it might be even more difficult to get him to experiment sexually with her on a casual basis, outside a serious relationship. Well, she'd just have to monitor their relationship as it developed and make a final decision down the pike. But she was content, for now, to keep their relationship on a more platonic basis, without getting sexually aggressive. She liked him. He seemed to be a nice guy.

On the other hand, Ryan admitted to himself that he was falling in love with this glorious princess. She was vivacious, beautiful and extremely sexy. She was smart, competent, and a stellar athlete. From the shape of her he felt she'd bear children easily and would be great with kids, raising them much as she had been raised - and look how she turned out Sure, she had ambitions to become a doctor, but hey, that could change once she had a kid. Was he ever wrong about that

Jenna glanced at her watch - 2 am."Time for me to get going, she said. The dorm moms don't like us to be out too late. Makes 'em nervous. She scampered into the bedroom and retrieved her shoes from under the bed. Oh well, she thought, maybe another time.

They walked to the coat rack. He held her coat up for her to get her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned up her coat and held her gloves in her left hand, while she cupped his chin with her right hand and kissed him gently on the lips. Ryan, I'm enjoying getting to know you. You're a sweet guy. and she meant it.

To Ryan, however, it was as if she'd said, I like you. I don't love you. And I really don't think there's much future for us in any kind of relationship except as friends. That one sentence told him where he stood with her and it wasn't where he'd hoped to be standing.

Slipping his coat on, he said, I'll walk you home.

Gentleman to the end, she thought. She hugged his arm as they descended the stairs and went outside. The snow was still falling lightly. Another two inches had accumulated and Jenna wished she'd brought different shoes with her. When they got to her dorm building, she turned to him, reached her lips up to his and brushed his lips with hers.

Ryan, I appreciate very much the way you treated me tonight. I had a wonderful time.

She knew he was definitely not the type to talk about his relationships, so she continued, We haven't had sex together yet, but maybe the next time - what are you doing next Saturday night? he just stood there, dumbfounded

Well? she queried.

I...ah...I...well, nothing really. I have no plans.

You do now, she asserted. Be prepared. I'm not on the pill. With that, she patted him on his stiffening cock and walked through the door into her dorm building.

The week flew by for Jenna. She was up to her ears in her studies. Dell called her every day, and as usual, their mutual happiness with each other just permeated the conversations. They seldom lasted long. It was just the high spot of each of their days, revitalization as it were. He always called first thing in the morning, before Jenna had to leave for her first scheduled class. So, Dell was always in her thoughts as she set out each day.

She happened to see Ryan when her cheerleader practice coincided with the basketball team's practice. That happened on Tuesday and Thursday that week. Friday, the team had a home game against Montana State. When she saw Ryan, it was usually from a distance - across the length of the gym, but they managed to say a few words to each other anyway, setting the time for their date at 7:30. He'd meet her in front of her dorm. It seemed the whole basketball team knew of their little get-together the previous Saturday and speculation as to what went on ran rampant and mostly wrong. Ryan really proved he was closemouthed about his dates. Nobody had heard a word from him.

During the game on Friday night, late in the second half, Ryan came down with a critical rebound right on the side of a teammate's foot, twisting Ryan's ankle. He had to leave the game and Jenna could see his ankle was covered with ice packs the rest of the game. He didn't return. Idaho State won, 87-78. Ryan bettered his own average of 21 points per game with 23. He also had 11 rebounds. His double-double was on Saturday morning's news as the highlight of the game.

Jenna was pleased for him but concerned about his ankle. He called her at her dorm at 5:30 on Saturday evening and suggested that they postpone their date - his ankle and such. Jenna would hear none of it. She knew where he lived. She'd come over at the appointed time and 'nurse' him - there was a long silence after she said that. She thought she heard him gasp.

When she got to his building and started up the stairs, she thought she heard voices coming from his apartment. She knocked on the door and one of the basketball team members opened the door. She looked past him and there were three other team members there in addition to Ryan.

Come on in, Jenna, Ryan called to her. We're having a party. Children I give up, she thought. She turned on her heel and walked back down the stairs. Obviously, I was wrong about you Ryan Miller. You're just a kid, and a chicken. Good-bye

Jenna's life at school settled into a routine of practices, games and studies. She continued to do extremely well in every activity. Dell's daily calls kept her stable throughout the semester and when the Easter vacation period came, she was in excellent shape in school and on the soccer field.

Dell came for her the day after classes ended, picking her up at her dorm. Diane kept staring at this gorgeous older man that was there to pick up Jenna. Who was he? Jenna did not talk about her current scene with anyone. She told Diane that Dell was her best friend, who had volunteered to bring her home for the vacation time. Diane did not know Dell was Jenna's father. Diane just kept staring at Dell, even after they had been introduced. God, he's yummy, she thought. I'll bet he's great in bed.

She was looking at a professional logger, one whose very livelihood depended very much on his physical condition. Of course he was in great shape. And it was obvious he doted on Jenna and she on him. She hadn't ever seen Jenna that happy and vibrant. They were a special couple, Diane mused.

Jenna perked up on the drive back home that morning. School was fine and necessary, but when she was with Dell, she was alive

When they arrived home, they both wanted to take showers, so after Jenna carried her light bag upstairs to her bedroom, she stripped and went into her bathroom. She sat and peed, wiped herself, flushed the toilet and turned the shower on.

Having stripped, Dell started to go into the bathroom off the master bedroom to shower when he heard Jenna turn on the shower in her bathroom. It seemed louder than usual. He understood why when he looked down the hall and saw the bathroom door was wide open. He thought of her luscious body being softly caressed by the flowing water. His cock became rigid immediately.

Without a second thought, he walked into her bathroom and asked, Is there room for two in there?

Jenna squealed her delight, Daddy, oh yes, there's always room for you

He slid the shower door aside and stepped in, greeted by a vision far more beautiful than his imagination could ever have conjured. She was wet from top to bottom and was standing to one side of the stream of water, holding out the bar of soap to him.

Would you please lather me up, daddy? she asked, demurely.

He almost dropped the slippery bar as he stared at her gorgeous body. He had an inkling of her beauty when they'd made love to each other that day in the cabin, but owing to the cold in the room, he had not actually seen her completely nude. But now...her beauty was breathtaking

They circled, facing each other, gazing at each other warmly, she moving away from the shower stream, he moving into it with his back to it. He soaped his hands on the bar until they foamed. Then, he slid the bar into the little soap dish mounted in the wall next to him. He reached out with his soapy hands and began to rub his hands over her throat and neck, out over her shoulders and then back again to her throat, but slightly lower, going over the top of her chest, softly caressing the rise of her breasts and then circling them, slowly running his slippery fingers under them. He cupped both her breasts softly in his fingers and swathed his hands tenderly over her globes, lingering over her nipples. She arched her back and moaned, gripping his soapy hands hard against her breasts and rotating his hands firmly.

Oh, daddy, she moaned, You make me feel sooo goooodd

Still holding his hands on her breasts, he knelt in front of her and slowly pulled his hands from under hers, running his fingers down to her firm tummy. He rotated his hands across her tummy, palming her abs and tickling her belly button depression with his finger tips. Then, he circled back above the flare of her hips and gently ran his soapy fingers back over her buttocks. He circled his hands down and swathed over her butt, down to the crack between her ass cheeks.

She involuntarily opened her legs wider, anticipating the travel of his fingers down under her to stop at the base of her cheeks. Now, he pulled his hands back to the front of her and picking up where his hands had previously stopped their motion, he stroked up over her sphincter, gently pressing in as he got to it. She jerked, her body shivered and she moaned loudly.

Oh, daddy, that feels wonderful Oh God, I had no idea...maybe later we could...

Darling, he interrupted, you've only begun to experience all the joys of love which I will bestow on you.

Jenna was in heaven - her body was being stroked, petted, and loved with infinite tenderness. She felt so alive, so vibrant Dell's fingertips and palms continued their journey around her hips and sex. He moved on down her thighs, stroking all around them and continuing down past her knees, lovingly drawing around her calves and ankles, ending by stroking across her insteps to the tops of her toes. He stood and began to do these same actions all over again. The slickness of his soapy fingers and the smoothness of her warm, firm skin added tremendously to the eroticism of the moment.