Invisible Girl - An Erotic Romance Pt. 03

Her mother hung up the phone and turned to her, smiling. "You may have to miss a little school but he thinks he can squeeze you in. I'll take some time off tomorrow so I can give you a ride. Oh honey, you're so pretty!"

Even her father seemed startled out of his usual preoccupied state when he came home and saw her. He actually became kind of shy and awkward, practically waiting on her at dinner as if she were a guest he wanted to impress.

She wanted to say, Dad, relax, it's just me. But she didn't. She just enjoyed the attention. Her mother, noticing, winked at her. She winked back.

The next morning, her mother drove her to the orthodontist.

They had to wait a little while, but soon enough the job was done, well before lunchtime. They went out to celebrate and over their meal her mother asked Jane all kinds of things about her life. It was as if her mother had been away for a long time and was trying to catch up, which was, in a large sense, true.

Jane answered as best she could, although she was deliberately vague on the subject of boys.

Her mother told her stories of her high school days: what she'd loved, what she'd hated, what she'd feared, what she'd believed.

By the end of the meal they were better friends than they had ever been.

Her mother dropped Jane off at school just in time for her first afternoon class. As Jane was about to get out of the car her mother said, "I'll probably have to work a little late tonight to get caught up, so you and your father will have to fend for yourselves for dinner, alright? There's lots of stuff in the freezer. Oh, that reminds me! I'm afraid we're leaving you on your own this weekend. It's the Retreat."

Jane had forgotten about this event, a semi-annual get-away weekend for A.A. members and their spouses to help them strengthen their relationship. She wanted to ask her mother how she and Dad were doing, but there wasn't time now. So she just said, "Okay, Mom. And thanks for doing this. It feels really great to have all that metal out of my mouth."

Her mother gave her a one-armed hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, "You're welcome, darling. I'll see you tonight."

Jane waved as her mother drove away, then turned and entered the school. It felt strange to be arriving so late.

As she walked in the door she was practically jumped on by Chrissy, who said nothing but looked her question anxiously at Jane.

Startled, Jane said, "Oh! Oh...nothing yet. He's still checking. Maybe tonight. Do you want me to call you at home?"

Chrissy's eyes widened in panic at the thought. "No! I'll—I'll see you tomorrow." And she rushed off.

Well, thought Jane, there's one person who's not impressed with my new haircut.

But she knew someone who would be.

She tore a corner of a sheet of paper out of her notebook, scribbled Girls' bathroom 3:20 on it and then folded it as small as she could, took it to Peter's locker and wedged it into the door so that it was nearly invisible. If he didn't see it, he'd notice it when it fell out.

The rest of the afternoon went by slowly, except for the periods between classes, when she would anxiously scan the hallways to make sure he didn't see her before the appointed time.

She couldn't help but notice that other people were seeing her, though.

Especially boys.

As she walked through the halls she would notice from the corner of her eye that some boys' heads were turning to follow her as she passed, and it seemed that more of them were saying hi to her than before.

Girls, too, seemed to be checking out her looks, and giving her points. At one point Suzy rushed up to her and said, "Jane! Lucia told me how great you look. She was right. Wow!"

All of this was thrilling to Jane, but there was only one person whose opinion really mattered to her.

When the school day finally ended she hurried to the bathroom to be sure of arriving first.

There was no one there when she entered and she went to wait in the same stall Peter had taken her into that first time, shutting the door behind her and sitting down on the toilet lid.

Shortly after she entered another girl came in to use the facilities, and another one shortly after that. Apparently they knew each other, because they fell into conversation by the sinks.

At first, Jane didn't mind eavesdropping on them, but then they got into a discussion of some third party, and who she was dating, and whether he was going out with somebody else, and whether she knew about it, that sounded as though it could go on for hours, if not days. She wished there was a fire alarm nearby that she could set off. But at least Peter would hear them—he could hardly avoid it—and not come charging in.

After about ten minutes the girls had settled the issue to their satisfaction and made their way out. After a pause of about half a minute she heard the door pushed partly open and heard Peter's voice calling softly, "Jane?"

"In here," she called.

When she heard his footsteps inside she said, "Stay there. Close your eyes."

She waited a moment, then opened the stall door and stepped out.

She knew he was expecting her to be in her underwear or less, given the location, but he was going to be disappointed.

She had dressed with great care that day in a black knit dress that showed off her slim figure, with matching sandals and a red belt and earrings. She had refined her make-up somewhat. She knew she looked good, but was still a little nervous. What if he liked her schoolgirl look better? Well, too late now.

She composed her face into a smile that allowed her to keep her mouth closed. One shock at a time, she thought. She didn't know what to do with her hands, either, and finally just let them hang loosely at her sides.

"All right, open them," she said, unable to keep a slight quaver out of her voice.

She watched him open his eyes. Watched his glance rest briefly on her face, move down to see what she was or wasn't wearing, move back to her face...and freeze.

She saw, first, his eyes go wide and second, his mouth dropping open.

She watched him as he stepped toward her, as if in a trance, reached out to take her hands...and dropped to one knee looking up at her.

"My god, look at you. You're beautiful. I mean, I've always thought you were beautiful, but now you're...you've... Oh my god."

She couldn't help herself: she allowed her lips to part into a huge smile.

At first he just smiled back at her, then he did a double-take and shot to his feet.

"Your braces too! My god, Jane, what happened? Did you run into your fairy godmother? Jane, you look so...so... Oh, man..."

He hugged her tightly for a moment and then pulled back as if to make sure he had seen correctly.

"Tell me what happened. No, wait...can I kiss you first?"

Jane just smiled and pulled him to her, and they kissed. It went on for a long time. It wasn't a sexy kiss. Not even a romantic kiss. Just a kiss that celebrated the very idea of kissing, the purely physical pleasure of someone else's lips touching yours, and taking pleasure from yours.

When they finally and reluctantly ended it, he said, "Wow. That's so nice. I was always afraid that I might hurt you before. You know, if I kissed you too hard. I was afraid your braces might cut your lip or something."

She smiled and said, "I know." Then her smile widened into a grin. "Actually, I was more afraid of hurting you. You know, when I..." She sank to her knees and began to unfasten his pants.

She had just started to pull on the zipper when he took her hands and pulled her to her feet, saying, "Wait. Let's...let's go to your house. Can we?"

"Let's run."

It was of course much too far to run, but they held hands and walked as fast as they could, too breathless to speak but looking at each other a lot and laughing for no reason.

When they reached her house, however, they did run: up the stairs and into her room. There they immediately wrapped their arms around each other and began to kiss with as much intensity as their shortage of breath would allow; tongues probing, bodies pressed together as hard as they could manage. Breaking off sometimes just to look at each other, smile, and begin again.

After a while Peter took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that they could both see themselves in the mirror above her bureau. He put his arms around her waist, and his eyes met hers in the mirror as he said, "Look at how beautiful you are." His hands began to slowly caress her belly.

Jane said, "Wait."

She took his hand and led him out of her room, down the hall and into her parent's bedroom. She went to stand in front of the full-length mirror, pulled his arms around her waist again, then smiled at his reflection and said, "Better?"

"Much."

She felt wonderful, and it was so exciting to see, as well as feel, his hands caressing her. To watch the lovely girl in the mirror as the boy behind her gently pulled her hair back and kissed her behind her ear, then took her ear gently between his teeth as his hands covered her small breasts and began to mold and tease them. She wondered if the other girl was getting as excited as she was. She wanted to watch the boy in the mirror take the other girl's clothes off and do things to her.

She was soon to get her wish.

He undid her red belt and let it slide to the floor. Then he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her there as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress.

She watched the girl in the mirror as the boy slid the dress off her shoulders, then knelt to grasp the hemline and tug it so that it fell around her ankles, revealing the lacy black bra and panties beneath.

The boy in the mirror breathed, "Oh," and stared out of the mirror at her, captivated.

She stepped out of her dress, and he recovered long enough to slide her sandals off before standing again.

For a long moment he simply stood there behind her, silently looking over her shoulder at the beautiful girl in the mirror, who was now wearing nothing but sexy underwear.

She reached one hand behind her to find and caress his erection as he looked.

She felt her bra being unhooked and watched the girl in the mirror as her bra fell away from her breasts and fell to the floor. The girl's nipples were pink and erect, and she seemed to be breathing heavily.

She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them to the floor. Now naked, she looked into the boy's eyes and slowly began to raise her arms behind her head...

But Peter caught her wrists in his hands and said, "I'm your slave today. Tell me what you want."

She held his gaze for a moment and then said, "Very well, slave. Stand right here."

She stepped aside and placed him where she'd been standing. Then she said, "Take off your clothes, slave," and he replied, smiling, "Yes, Mistress."

When he was naked, she said, "Stand with your hands behind your head, slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

When he had done so she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his back and her loins against his buttocks.

Then she watched over his shoulder as the girl in the mirror reached forward and delicately began to stroke the length of the boy's cock with just the pad of her index finger, drawing long lines and tiny circles up and down, barely touching him. She looked up and saw that the boy's gaze was glued to what she was doing with her hand, and that he was breathing very heavily.

She caught his eye and said, "You like what I'm doing, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You want me to do it some more, don't you, slave?"

She curled her hand around it, deliberately pumped it once, then stopped. He groaned.

She continued, "You want me to let you put your cock in my mouth, don't you, slave?"

She pumped him again, once. He groaned again.

"You want me to bend over and let you put your cock up my ass, don't you, slave?"

She didn't even pump him this time, as he was already moaning and saying, "Oh god...oh god...please..."

Instead, she took her hand off his cock and turned him around to face her. Then she looked into his face, and said, deliberately, "Well, I'm not going to. Pick up all those clothes and follow me."

"Yes...oh god...yes, Mistress."

She waited until he had gathered up all their clothing, then turned and led him back to her room.

She closed the door after them.

Then she came and pushed all the clothing out of Peter's hands and put her arms around him.

She hugged him tightly, enjoying the feel of his erection against her belly and the way his chest hair felt against her breasts. She stood up on her toes and kissed him, sweetly.

Then she looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Make love to me, Peter."

When he started to protest, as she had known he would, she put her hand over his mouth and said. "Yes. It's time."

Then she smiled at him and added, "And anyway, you have to do what I tell you, don't you...slave?"

She saw the acceptance in his eyes and released him.

Together they pulled off the spread, then the blanket and top sheet from her bed.

They lay down on it together, lying on their sides, nose to nose, hip to hip and knee to knee.

They lay there unmoving, looking into each other's eyes, breathing each other in. Losing the boundaries between them.

At last they began to kiss again—tenderly, passionately—as if declaring their love without words.

He gently eased her onto her back. He kissed her neck, the hollow of her shoulder. He kissed the skin above her heart. He kissed, first one nipple, then the other. With the tip of his tongue he traced a path that followed the circumference of one breast and wound slowly upward until it reached the nipple again, while the fingers and palm of his hand made smooth warm circles on the slight curve of her belly.

He brought his mouth back to hers and began to kiss her with greater intensity, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth, as his hand slid downward through the curly thatch of hair and began to stroke and tease between her legs.

She spread them wider to allow him access and began to moan under his kisses. His strokes began to match themselves to the slow acceleration of her breathing, and soon she began arching her back to meet his strokes, urging him deeper, until finally she could wait no longer. She tore her mouth away from his.

"Peter! Ohhh...! Peter!"

She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him over on top of her, spreading her legs as far apart as she could.

He quickly positioned himself, supporting his weight on his elbows, and she felt the tip of his cock gently parting her lips as it slid slowly into her, only a little way at first, then withdrawing. She could feel her lips there, sliding lusciously over the head of his cock as it withdrew, and remembered how it felt to have him in her mouth that way.

Then he was pressing forward again, and she felt herself stretching a little more to receive him, and she wanted to weep with the pleasure of it. Everything else they had done was wonderful, exciting and sexy, but this was...exquisite.

Again, a slow, sensuous withdrawal. Oh god, she wanted all of him inside her, now!

When he began to press forward again, she arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet him. There was a sudden sharp pain that made her cry out, and she heard him cry, "Oh!" as the full length of him slid inside her.

Everything stopped.

"Jane! Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into his. She smiled, raised her head to kiss him and let it fall back to the pillow. "I'm all right," she said softly. "It just hurt for a second."

She felt her love for him pouring out of her eyes and into his. "You're inside me, Peter," she whispered. "You're inside me."

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her, and they lay like that for a long time, not moving, just experiencing the sweetness of their joining.

Then, slowly, she began to move her hips under him. The receding movement of his cock was slightly painful, but not terribly so. And to feel its return, to feel herself being filled up with him again was so blissful as to make any slight discomfort insignificant.

Oh god, she couldn't believe how good it was to feel herself opening to him, to feel his maleness pushing into her, filling her, over and over. She wanted it to go on forever.

Having his cock in her ass had been excitingly naughty, but here, she knew, was where it really belonged.

Slowly, they began to find a rhythm. They kept it as slow as they could, for as long as they could, but the need for release became stronger with every passing second. Soon they were both babbling and moaning and whimpering, and though they tried to hold back, they were now at the mercy of an impulse as old as life.

In the place where they were joined, she felt a growing lava-like heat that seemed to suddenly overflow and rush up her spine.

"Oh! Oh, Peter! Oh god, I'm going to... Peter! Oh, PETER! OH...GOD!"

And she suddenly felt as if the lava had burst out through every pore in her body. She was filled with fire and, oh god, such unbearable sweetness...

A few seconds later she realized that Peter had been answering her cries with his own, and now she felt him coming inside her. This triggered her again, and she hugged him tightly to her, crying, "Yes! Oh yes, Peter! Oh god, I love you..."

She could feel his cock throbbing as he came inside her, and she felt herself throbbing there in response, as if trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. She looked into his eyes, and it was as if a kind of sweet electricity was flowing between them, joining them in a way that seemed almost spiritual, and yet just as intense as their physical joining.

Eventually there was silence. And a deep peace.

Her heart felt open and airy, as if a warm breeze was blowing through it. She wanted to pull the rest of him inside her, to feel him as sweetly in every part of her body as she felt him now where they were joined. She almost felt that she could sense the beating of his heart there, as well as where his chest lay against hers.

Then after a while it was as if they had drifted, unknowing, back into their separate bodies. It was not a sudden thing; more like a gradual awakening from a shared dream. They stared wonderingly at each other--and a little sadly, as if searching for that lost piece of themselves in each other's eyes.

His hands were under her shoulders, and he continued to hold her as he slowly rolled to the side so that they both were resting their heads on the pillow. He was still inside her, but she could tell that it would not be for long. They said nothing, just continued to hold each other and look into each other's eyes.

Chapter Fourteen

"I'm home...anybody here?"

The voice from downstairs startled her awake. She didn't remember drifting off, but she must have. And Peter must have as well, because his eyes were wide with dismay when hers snapped open in the twilit room.

"Oh god, it's my Dad," she whispered.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom door. She opened it, leaned her head out, and called, "Hi Dad! I'll be right down!"

She closed the door and hurried back to where Peter still lay on the bed, still wide-eyed.

She leaned close and said quietly, "You stay here for a while. I'll let you know when it's safe, okay?"

Without waiting for a reply she began rooting around frantically for clothing. She pulled some underwear out of the drawer and was about to step into them when Peter said, "Wait."

He grabbed some tissues from her bedside table and quickly knelt in front of her.

She looked down and saw that there was semen, and a little blood, between her legs. He cleaned her up as best he could, and said, "Do you have any, you know, tampons? It would probably be a good idea to use one for now."