Dress Modestly Ch. 04: Loving Surrender

While Anna slept, Jake and his mother, Kit - famous architect and glamorous wife of the actor Martin Reedy - discussed what do they could to help Anna. They had enormous resources at their disposal, but the question was how to use them appropriately.

Jake had told his parents about Anna's situation as soon as he had been able to use his cellphone, once they had gotten out of the deepest part of the desert. He painted the scene for his mother:

A beautiful young girl, barely over 18, married to a middle-aged man who already had five wives. Middle-of-nowhere in the desert, no place to run. The girl didn't know how to drive, had only been home-schooled. But she was sweet, plucky, full of personality - eager to explore new things, Jake noted, as he thought about Anna's hands winding their way into his pants mischievously. This girl had just got pregnant. She didn't love her husband. "No way can I just leave her there, Mom," Jake said into the phone. "We've got to help her. I'm bringing her back to L.A. She can go to school, get a job, do anything! She has her whole life ahead of her."

Kit was more reserved about how easily Anna would be able to break from her flock, from years of indoctrination and subordination. But she wouldn't let Jake know her doubts. She vowed to help him help this young girl in any way that they were able to. With that promise at hand, Kit arranged everything.

First she ordered Anna to bathe in the luxurious bathroom using all of Kit's fine cosmetics, while Kit phoned a stylist friend with instructions to bring a variety of clothes over in Anna's size. The slim teen was soon attired in gorgeous premium denim, her sexy rear perfectly accented by the high-waisted jeans. A selection of crop-tops and soft vintage t-shirts were in her dresser, next to lots of chunky platform shoes.

"What is all this?" Jake asked smiling, pointing to the forest of clothing spread all over the room. Anna was rubbing her damp hair with a towel, her cute nipples getting hard under a close-fitting t-shirt as Jake got close enough to wrap his arms around her. "Your mom gave me a makeover??" she said uncertainly. "I'm not sure I can really keep all this. It's a lot. It's, um, very immodest," she said demurely, dropping her eyes with an embarrassed twist of her smile.

"Mmm, you look adorable," Jake assured her. "Trust my Mom, she'll help you with anything you need. We're here for you, Anna."

The next steps were more serious. Kit took Anna to one of the best therapists in the region, an international expert who she felt could help disabuse Anna of the destructive influence of patriarchal religious fundamentalism. The therapist was charmed with Anna's upbeat personality, her adventurous interest in the new world opening up to her. "I think - given time - she'll be just fine, Kit," the therapist confided to Mrs. Reedy after the first appointment. They set up a schedule to meet three times a week, until they could be sure Anna had processed all of her difficult experiences - especially the most difficult to come.

Kit took Anna to a laywer, who discussed with the young woman all the steps and necessities for working toward an annulment or divorce from her marriage with Jebediah. The appropriate paperwork was arranged. Somehow the proceedings would be made known to the compound, possibly by communicating directly with the temple. In either case, the lawyer assured Anna: "You will never have to see this man again. He is no longer your husband." Grateful tears formed in Anna's eyes, and she looked up at Kit. Mrs. Reedy put her hand on Anna's shoulder. This was a profound relief.

Finally, Kit took Anna to her own private doctor, who discussed with Anna the options for severing all of her physical ties with Jeb. She helped Anna understand the simplicity of the prescription, and Anna took the pill. She was scared of her decision, but she took comfort and pride in knowing she could make her own decisions for her future. That there was a future, outside of premature and unwelcome parenthood.

Months passed, Anna learning to love the Reedy family, their support and affection for her growing each day.

Anna started taking art classes. She painted. She took hikes, and rode horses. She enrolled in college classes and started studying botany. She loved learning about wildflowers. She was often outside with Jake, their bodies close together, his hands occasionally on hers affectionately, his hands ever-ready to grab her behind. She was so grateful to him, and so deeply attracted to him. But she was still learning to "un-learn" all of the destructive ideas she had been brought up with, and there was an unspoken agreement between them that held their eager hands and lips at bay.

Jake's parents, Kit and Martin, became her parents. Jake was their only child, and they adored their son and his new friend. They were deeply caring people, always loving and kind, though often out of town on business. During these times, Jake came to stay with Anna and keep her company at the house. He never wanted her to feel lonely or unwanted, like she had felt at the fundamentalist compound.

These visits from Jake were affectionate but chaste. Jake had never violated Anna's trust during their journeys in the desert. He had always been respectful and loving toward her. And she was grateful, always happy for his company. They were not shy together, but their affection was reserved and uncertain. Jake's feelings toward her were implied, not expressed. Anna's feelings were confused and vulnerable. They had never come together as lovers, but they were certainly more than friends.

One day, after a long hike, they were relaxing alone in the cavernous house. Anna stretched up her arms, her golden hair sweeping her back. "I'm taking a bath," she announced.

The large open floor plan bathroom with its enormous marble bathtub enchanted her. She loved to be naked in the bubble bath. She mussed Jake's longish hair as she walked past him, her bottom wagging flirtatiously. He looked behind him, watching her. His eyes could never get enough of the sight. He stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking.

Anna tied up her hair, stripped, and set-to enjoying the glorious bubbles mounding up from the hot water. Gingerly, she got in. She closed her eyes and breathed in as she got accustomed to the steaming water. While she was soaking, Jake entered quietly. She looked up at him, but said nothing, smiling a little shyly. He too was silent. He pulled up a small footstool and sat down next to the large marble bathtub. He picked up the big fluffy sponge, and she moved toward his grasp, proferring her naked back. He began to bathe her, tenderly, carefully soaping her skin and rinsing away bubbles.

Her gleaming white back was immaculate, her blonde hair tied up. Jake abandoned the sponge in the soapy water, using his fingers to rub her skin gently. Anna sighed. He had never touched her wet, naked skin before in the many months since they had met. This was a boundary crossed, and she didn't mind at all. Her closed eyes told him that she was relaxed, welcoming, unafraid.

He slowly touched her neck, massaging her elegant muscles very tenderly. Slowly she caught his large hand in hers. She pulled his hand around to her mouth and delicately kissed his fingertips. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips pouting and full.

"Jake, I want...I want..." she blushed. "I want you to do with me...what I did before. I want to...feel you, Jake." She reached out for his muscular shoulders, running her hands up behind his neck. She loved running her fingers along his jawline. She was pulling him toward her, toward the water.

His eyes narrowed in pleasure, and he sat near her and was very still, watching her. She leaned far over the edge of the tub, bringing her lips to the brown skin of his neck. His warm skin intoxicated her. She kissed his dark neck, opening her lips and salivating gently against him.

He knew her body, her inner core, was hot and wet from the way she opened her mouth passionately, tasting him. He was remaining very still as he thought of it, her nearly virginal body - so inexperienced, except for the episode of cruel forced breeding - opening like a flower in its first experience of true passion and desire. He couldn't allow her to have any bad or difficult experiences, so soon after her escape and so early into her recovery from all of that stress. He felt very serious and responsible, protective. He wanted her, but more than that, he wanted what was best for her.

Her wet kisses traveled up to his face. Fumblingly, she kissed around his mouth. He was not reciprocating. She thought he seemed uncertain, unwilling. Anna's fragile heart quailed at these signs of rejection. She leaned back abruptly, her wet, soapy body shaking the water in the tub.

"Oh Jake, what is it? Am I not beautiful enough for you?" She sat up straight in the bath, bubbles in the blonde mop of hair tied up on her head. Her big eyes were concerned, almost teary, her full lips pouting. Bubbles fell haphazardly from her deliciously taut round breasts, her perfect young limbs stretched out with the question: "Am I not pleasing to you, Jake?"

Jake's serious demeanor broke. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, Anna, you're perfect! You're perfect!" He reached out for her, embracing her soapy body and cupping her face in his hand.

"You're perfect, you're perfect, angel. I just feel...maybe it's too soon, you know? I'm just so protective of you." She closed her eyes with pleasure as his hands ran over her elegant shoulders and arms. She loved how slowly he touched her, the deliberate pressure with which he pressed into her body his strong hands. His touch was powerful, seductive. "I want you badly, Anna" His urgent voice was in her ear. "You're so perfect and beautiful. I'm just scared of hurting you, scaring you. I'm here to help you, not to ever do anything to harm you."

Anna closed her eyes smiling. She was glad he felt that way, she had sensed somehow that his reserve was protective. She was glad he hadn't brought up her fundamentalist ex-husband/rapist, or anything that she had been through. She wanted a fresh beginning. And she wanted it with Jake. But she was willing to wait for it. If he insisted she had to.

She swatted at his dark head, wiping bubbles onto his cheek. "Jake," she said coyly, "you're so fucking sexy with bubbles on you." She blew him a kiss.

"So fucking sexy?" he grinned incredulously. "Is that how nice girls talk now? You know what it means to be fucking sexy?"

She was secretly proud of how naughty it felt to say the words. "Yes, I think you're so...fucking...sexy. And I want you to show me what that word means."

He couldn't help but give in to her, at least a little. He was only a man. He brought his mouth to her slowly. He kissed her wetly, his lips devouring hers, his tongue forcing into her deeply. She moaned and kissed back as deeply as she could, but it was unnecessary. He was fully alive to her now, unable and unwilling to resist the lithe, nubile naked body before him.

Her blonde hair cascaded across her wet back as he lifted her out of the tub and brought her to the bed.

Raiding a stack of fluffy white towels, he brought the soft terry-cloth to her skin. He dried her off very gently, stopping to kiss her deeply every few seconds. Soon she was deliciously soft and clean, her naked body lying open to him on the bed, her trusting eyes half-lidded with lust as he continued his slow, thoughtful ministrations.

Jake had removed his shirt and was holding her against him as he uncapped a small container. He rubbed his hands together to warm a scented oil, then slowly massaged its sweet scent into every part of her body.

He very minutely focused his massage on each limb, each tiny dimple, every smooth plane of her sexy naked form. She relaxed, slipping fully into a powerful experience of her own selfhood, her physical form. She was not scared or worried, or even thinking of sex as Jake started to slowly bring his deep, sensual massage toward her chest.

With each stroke of his muscular fingers, his hands were edging closer to Anna's perfect taut bosom, the nipples like perfect pink petals, his progress achingly slow. She started to feel impatient, realizing how much she wanted him to touch her. "Oh Jake", she sighed. "Please, please."

Rubbing slowly, circling his muscular fingers around her taut nipples, he finally bent his mouth to kiss her breasts, first just below them, above her belly button, then slowly rising on her body. After an impossible delay, he kissed slowly the beautiful bottom curve of her tit and then closed his mouth, with all deliberation, on the hardened peak of her exquisite nipple. She couldn't breathe. She moaned as he languidly moistened and sucked the beautifully small and perfectly sculpted nub, his lips massaging its immaculate roundness, his teeth closing ever so slightly on the tip so that she moaned again.

His attention was so complete, so delicate, as he worshipped her body reverently and gradually with a total fixation and purity. After sucking and biting and licking her chest, massaging her gorgeous young breasts as if anointing her for a holy rite, Jake lowered his head slowly. His lips traced down her rib cage. His dark hair fell lightly on her gorgeous white skin.

She was, by this time, putty in his hands. But she roused herself briefly as she realized his mouth was traveling to her most secret place. "Oh Jake, oh...are you going to kiss me there?" she asked softly, uncertainly. She was in ecstasy with his close hot masculine breath exploring her, but she never knew that a man might bring his face to kiss her flower, to bury his face between her legs. Jake's tongue nibbled her smooth labia and she reflexively brought herself closer to his mouth, eager to feel what he might do next. She was warm and eager.

Her wet honey was so generous, he lapped it gently, so gently from between the small soft, hair-downed lips that cleaved modestly together between her legs. He brought his nose very close to her clit, nuzzling and nibbling the gorgeous pearl as carefully as if it were a bubble that might burst in his mouth.

Anna was slowly becoming more and more aroused. Her body was on fire, her young vulva a volcano of desire, the lava bubbling close to where Jake's mouth was kissing her with increasing hunger. He dipped his tongue between her lips, lapping the wet oily dew oozing from between her legs, probing more fully to her center. He sucked rhythmically, lapping and sucking, massaging his fingers into her, feeling the taut lines of her slick channel and the endlessly delicious folds of her womanly cleft. His mouth kissed fully into her deep chasm of wet fire, and Anna gasped. She could endure no more, and the tidal waves broke on her body.

"Jake!" she gasped. "Oh oh oh!!" her cries told him all and he buried his face more deeply, both to keep her orgasm cresting and to taste the sweeter fluid her climaxing cunt released with the powerful seizing of her vaginal muscles. Anna's body released a full, wet gush of pleasure, and Jake's own desire was almost overpowering as he drank in her scent and taste.

When he slowly receded from the fountain of her love, Anna sighed, her eyes closed, hands splayed on the soft bed. If she wasn't sleeping, she was somewhere close. She was silent and still as he tenderly covered her and left the room.

His precious love safe and sated, he quietly withdrew, knowing how important it was to wait patiently for her. If she wanted - when she wanted - they would explore each other's bodies and learn together about the rich possibilities of lovemaking. He would never push her to do more than she was ready to do. He cherished her and would help her live a life she deserved - of joy and adventure.

"And love," he thought hopefully as he smelled her rich scent on his fingers. "Joy, adventure, and love."