The Forlorn Lovers

Then one night, my whole world came crashing down. Claire was always trying to get me to socialize with other people, often dragging to social events so that I could learn to be open with more people instead of relying entirely on her as my link to the outside world. She brought me to a campus party. At one point, we were separated and I went to go look for her. I found her unconscious in one of the bedrooms. She wasn't alone. There were a dozen men, some of them her trusted friends and good people... They were all taking turns raping her and laughing as they did it."

Eleanor gasped and tears began to fall from her own eyes. Carter then began to chuckle hysterically, while crying at the same time.

"Do you know what it's like to base your entire world and will to live on one person? To love them with all your heart and soul and devote every aspect of your existence to them? And then watch as they are betrayed and ravaged before your eyes? The person you cherished above all else, being used as a sex toy and tortured by their friends? There were other girls in the room, but they laughed just like the men and were taking pictures.

When I found them, I lost control and attacked. I grabbed a crowbar from the corner of the room and managed to kill a few and send the rest scurrying away. I picked up Claire, soaked in the seed in other men, and tried to wake her up. I couldn't. They had roofied her so that she wouldn't fight back... but they gave her too much and her heart stopped. I sat there, more dead than alive. My heart was gone, my soul was gone, and all that was left was pain. The woman I loved had been taken away from me in the most brutal way possible, leaving me with a disease-riddled body and a shattered mind. Every aspect of my existence was gone, leaving only pain and vengeance.

Sitting on that bed, clutching her dead body, I did not resist as the voices in my mind returned after years of peace, telling me to commit more crimes. Only this time, I did not care. I wanted vengeance. Ignoring the agony the racked my broken body, I retrieved the crowbar I had used and returned to the party. It was as if my eyes and mind had changed, letting me understand what the pain that I had endured."

He then stood up with his back to Eleanor. When he resumed speaking, it was with a raised voice. "I looked around wildly at all the people at the party, seeing them for the monsters they really were. There is no decency in this world, no kindness or civility. All the people around me were only as good as their circumstances, and as soon as things bent in their favor, they would choose to take whatever they wanted, even if it meant torturing for their own amusement and violating innocent women. Men and women, they had both been responsible for the loss of the love of my life. Everyone is sick and evil and don't care about who they hurt!

Everyone there was guilty, they had all contributed in the taking of the woman I loved. I began to slaughter them all, first killing the men that had raped Claire and then killing as many people at party as I could before they escaped. From that point on, the sole purpose in my life was to achieve vengeance. I turned that crowbar into a sword, transforming it from a meaningless tool into a symbol of retribution. There was no going back from then on. The voices in my mind had always told me to commit horrible crimes, and it was Claire who taught me how to disobey them. But without her, I saw no reason to resist. I neither obeyed them nor ignored them; they told me to kill and I did, but not for them. I killed for Claire and for the agony in my heart."

Both he and Eleanor were completely silent. The only sound was Eleanor's tears dripping onto the bed sheets. Carter then broke the silence by stepping into the bathroom and retrieving something. He walked back to the bed and held out his hand to Eleanor, with a folded photograph sitting on his palm. "This is why I could not bear to harm you."

Eleanor slowly picked up the photo and unfolded it, gasping with her hands shaking as she stared at the picture. The image was of Carter and Claire together and smiling, with Claire resembling Eleanor to the point that they could be considered exact clones.

"This is why I could not bear to harm you. Because I do not want to lose you again."

The night was an awkward one, with neither Carter nor Eleanor getting any sleep. They were both on the fringes of the bed, with Carter sleeping in his pants and Eleanor sleeping in a nightgown. Whenever one of them would roll towards the middle, the other would roll away, as neither had the nerve to face the other.

It was about two in the morning, and it was Carter's turn to face Eleanor, with Eleanor's back to him. The moonlight was shining through the motel window, giving her pale skin a white aura and reflecting off her dark hair. The longer he stared at her, the more he began to feel a very familiar sensation. It was a form of heartache, once that brought both pain and relief. He wanted nothing more than to move closer to her, as at that moment, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so safe and relaxed. He longed to hold onto Eleanor, but was also terrified of the possibility of her rejecting him and being upset with him. This fear both taunted and excited him, as he spent the dark minutes pondering what to do, while admiring Eleanor's beauty.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally worked up the courage and slowly moved over to her, while trying to shake the bed as little as possible. Lying just a few inches from Eleanor, Carter held his breath, afraid to make the next move. Finally, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pressed himself against her, savoring the feeling of her warm back against his chest. He brought his head closer to hers, with his chin against the back of her shoulder, and the sweet smell of her soft silky hair filling his senses.

This was the same way he used to hold Claire, and there were no words that could even begin to describe how good it felt and how much he missed it. The sweet smell of her hair, the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the sound of her gentle breathing; he relished it all. Holding Eleanor in his arms felt different than holding Claire, but it still felt as sweet and calming.

"Carter..." Eleanor said softly, making him tense up. Was this a mistake? Should he back away?

His fears were extinguished when Eleanor wrapped her hand around his and pressed herself more tightly against him. "I never answered your question before. I never told you why I was so unafraid of you and why I was so open and kind to you. Why I treated you like you weren't a stranger...

At that party, when I was on the stairs and you were standing over me, I had never felt more at home then when I looked into your eyes. I knew you had killed people, and I had just watched you take so many innocent lives. But looking into your eyes, I felt so safe and secure. It was like looking into the eyes of a stray dog that just wanted a home and to be loved. After you ran off, I was so desperate to feel that warmth again. Every thought I had was about you, every dream I had was of finding you. I wanted to see you again so badly that it took me forever just to wash your blood off my face, because it felt like I was washing away my one connection to you."

She then rolled over and he stared into her beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to be glowing in the dark. "I have not felt as much pain as you have, I know that. But like you, my life has been shaped by misery and loneliness. I was so desperate to find you again, because I was hoping that maybe I could remove your pain and you could remove mine. I didn't care about your crimes and I didn't care about the people you killed. All I cared about was finding you again, because maybe, just maybe, we could fall in love..." She then leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "...And be together forever."

Carter took a shuddering breath before responding. "When I first saw your face, I thought I was being punished for my crimes. I thought the face of the woman I loved, as some sort of cruel joke by fate, was haunting me. Since that night, every thought that passed through my mind was that scene we shared. When you found me today and confronted me in the woods, I thought it was a sign that I had to repent for my sins. The more we talked, the more I realized that you were here to help me. I tried to fight that idea, as my guilt would not let me be happy. I don't deserve to be happy. I could not protect Claire and I've killed too many people in the name of vengeance.

But the longer we were together and the more we connected, I realized that you were my second chance at being happy. Ever since we met in the woods, the voices have been completely silent and the pain that usually racks my body has been extinguished. You were able to bring me a peace that I thought I would never experience again. You look so much like Claire, but I love you as Eleanor."

"You can call me Claire if you want or you can call me Eleanor. I don't care what my name is, call me whatever you want."

"No, you are not her replacement. You are completely unique and I love you in a completely unique way. Don't think you have to compare yourself to her. I love you for who you are, not who you resemble."

"I've never been with a man before."

"Are you sure that you want your first time to be with someone like me?"

"Your crimes do not matter to me, and if your disease should claim your life, then I will end mine to be with you, because you are the only thing that has ever made me happy. You are all that matters to me."

"Eleanor..."

"Please, I don't want to think about these things. Let's enjoy the present, not worry about the future. I love you, Carter, now please, take me."

"I will," she whispered in her ear.

Eleanor looked up at him they began to kiss, pressing their lips against each other's over and over again in endless burning passion. Each sweet touch was like was like getting their souls massaged by each other's love and seemed to take away their loneliness and pain. As they kissed, Eleanor pressed herself against Carter as tightly as possible, taking solace in his warm embrace, while Carter had his arms wrapped around her thin body, and was exploring her physical beauty with his hands. Her form was so familiar to Claire's, and yet it was entirely unique. Every gentle curve in her figure and smooth crease between her muscles seemed to tell her story, letting Carter looked deep into her life without her even having to speak.

It was difficult to tell who was enjoying the touching more. It had been so long since Carter had enjoyed the feel of a woman, it was a sweet nostalgia that was being reawakened with every second. For the first time in a long time, he was actually horny. Her first time being touched in such a way, Eleanor was ecstatic as well. She would hum and purr as he squeezed her breasts, shiver in arousal he ran his hands down her back, and squirm in excitement as he traced his fingers along her inner thighs.

As he reached down to hold her hands, he found the scars on her wrists from when she had cut herself. She could feel him stop and focus on the scars, and she responded by ending the kiss. "Just some mementos from bad times."

"Well you'll never have to do it again."

With a small smile, Carter brought up her hands and began kissing her wrists, running his lips over the faint scars. Eleanor just lied there and purred, letting her arousal rise with every soft touch.

After a few minutes, Carter moved his hands to her shoulders and gently tugged on her nightgown. Eleanor smiled and sat up, pulling off the nightgown and revealing her bra and panties. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it slip down past her shoulders. Nervous but excited, she kept her arms crossed against her chest and was blushing all over. Carter resumed kissing her, and as their lips touched again and again, she became more confident, lowering her arms and revealing her round breasts. She smiled and purred with arousal as Carter brushed his hands against the soft mountains, being so gentle that he was almost tickling her. Her nipples were pointing from his caresses, matching her excitement.

Carter slowly moved his hands down her smooth body, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. Still nervous, Eleanor kept her smooth thighs clamped tightly together as Carter removed the last article of clothing, pulling the piece of lingerie down her long luscious legs.

"You're body is so beautiful," Carter hummed, gazing at her flawless figure.

"Really?" she asked, blushing from the attention.

"It's like a work of art, I'm almost afraid I'll ruin you by touching you."

"I want you to touch me. I want to know what it's like to be loved, emotionally and physically."

"As you wish," he said, brushing his fingertips against her smooth cheek, moving down her soft throat, and resting his hand on her chest. Waves of heat were radiating from her heart, making her chest feel as warm as a hot bath.

"Body, mind, and soul. I give it all to you," she cooed as she lied back down.

In reply, Carter kissed her on the lips, and they held that embrace for several seconds while he fully undressed. After almost a minute, their lips finally separated and Carter began to move down, kissing her cheeks, while she stretched her neck like a cat being rubbed under the chin. He continued his descent, running his lips down her soft neck, making Eleanor hum with each tender kiss. Her skin was so soft and smooth, but it also carried a sweet taste with it. It almost tasted like the absolutely perfect cup of tea, with the flawless combination of warmth, flavor, and sweetness. As his lips reached her chest, Eleanor began to shiver with excitement. He kissed her left breast, just a few inches from the erect nipple.

"Just like that, darling, touch me like that," she groaned, chewing on her lower lip.

Carter eagerly obliged, switching between her breasts, painting them with his tongue and sucking on her nipples hungrily. Having never been touched this way, Eleanor was panting and gasping for air. She was blushing all over from arousal and was running her fingers through her hair, desperately wanting to touch herself. Carter was enjoying himself even more than Eleanor was. It had been so long since he was able to sample the taste of a woman, and the desire was becoming stronger and stronger the more it was appeased. He wasn't just experiencing a mental and emotional euphoria, he was also more horny than he could even describe. He was completely erect, and so desperate to penetrate Eleanor's virgin flower that his manhood was trembling.

Both Carter and Eleanor were disappointed when he finally moved down from her breasts, but their excitement rose even higher as he kissed her flat belly. Eleanor tried not to laugh at the ticklish feeling of Carter's lips brushing against her flat stomach over and over again. By the time he reached the lips of her slit, she was gasping for air and he was shaking from excitement.

Her smile was replaced by a hum of arousal as Carter gently pressed down between the two lips with his thumb. She had no idea the sensation to be this intense. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the plump lips of her wet pussy, sampling the faint taste of her essence. Eleanor gave a soft whine as he licked her again, this time sending his tongue up between the two sides and brushing it against the wet interior. Carter brought his whole body down with his head between her smooth thighs. The perfume-like smell of Eleanor's virgin slit was driving him wild, and after those first few licks, he was hungry for more. He buried his face between her legs, kissing her pussy the same way he had kissed her lips, all the while sending his tongue as far up into her as possible.

Her vagina tasted so sweet, he was basically gorging himself on her soft wet insides. Even being a virgin, Eleanor wasn't so tight that he couldn't work his tongue inside of her. In fact, with every lick, she seemed to become looser and looser, inviting his tongue farther and farther into her untouched body. Eleanor was squirming in ecstasy with each touch of Carter's tongue. She was panting heavily, rolling her head from side to side, moaning shrilly, and squeezing the bed sheets for dear life as wave after wave of the incredible sensations surged through her body. Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this. She couldn't believe it was possible to feel this good.

"Carter, I think I'm about to cum."

At her whisper, Carter moved his hands from her smooth thighs and clutched her fingers, while increasing his efforts. He licked her even faster and more aggressively, completely driving her wild. She squeezed his hands tightly and gave a loud and shrill moan as she had her first orgasm. A fresh wave of pussy juice soaked the soft wet lips, and Carter hungrily licked it all up, savoring the taste.

Once he was done, he moved back up to Eleanor's face and kissed her.

"That was amazing."

"Good, I'm glad I was able to make you feel so good."

"The night isn't over yet," she purred, coyer than ever in her life.

The two of them once again began kissing, and as their lips locked and separated over and over, they each moved their hands down each other's bodies. Carter began working his fingers between her legs, further loosening her pussy, while Eleanor wrapped her hand around his erect cock, experimentally stroking it and trying to get accustomed to how large it was.

"Here, you made me feel good, now I'll do the same to you," she panted, sitting up and moving down to the foot of the bed. Carter rolled onto his back and took a deep breath while Eleanor straddled his lap.

"Anna used to always talk about doing this with the guys she dated, but I could never imagine doing it," she said nervously as she crouched down.

Carter could feel her shaking with nervousness and even hear fear in her voice. He sat up and placed his hand on her cheek. "Eleanor, you don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with. If you feel nervous, then we'll just do what will make you happy. You being happy and unpressured are all that matter to me."

She smiled and clutched his hand. "All new things make me nervous, but this is something I want to do. I want to try this and I want to make you happy. The only thing that scares me is that I'm not quite sure how to do it, the act itself does not scare me at all, because I am doing it with the one I love. For the first time in my life, I know how it feels have courage and excitement."

"It doesn't matter how you do it, because everything you do makes me happy."

Eleanor smiled and began stroking his erect cock, returning it to its full size. She then crouched down with the head just inches from her soft lips. "Please, be patient with me."

She held out her tongue, and with her whole body shaking, she traced the tip around the head of his dick. Carter nearly jerked form the incredible sensation, regardless of how miniscule it actually was, and Eleanor tried to process the nonphysical taste that was now on her tongue. She held out her tongue again, this time sweeping it around the entire head, getting used to the taste and feeling of it. She brought her face down and Carter's eyes basically rolled back as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it gingerly.

Neither of them could quite believe what was happening. Eleanor was trying to comprehend the fact that she was actually giving Carter a blowjob, while Carter tried to get used to the indescribable sensation. While he and Claire used to make love every night, neither of them was ever into any kind of kinky stuff, so this was his first time actually receiving oral sex. Becoming more courageous, Eleanor took half of Carter's manhood in her mouth and began sucking on it with more enthusiasm, using her cheeks and tongue to massage the shaft was the head rubbed against the roof of her mouth. Carter was breathing deeply, trying to control his ejaculation reflex. He didn't want to ruin everything now.