The Glass House

She returned moments later with two glasses and a couple of the linen towels from the pile in the pantry. She handed me a drink and dropped the towels onto the carpet beside us. Then with a single lithe movement she folded herself down onto the carpet in front of the fire. I sat down beside her but with considerably less grace. The fire was hot and a line of sweat appeared along her brow. Silently we sipped our drinks.

She dipped a finger into her glass, and then touched it first to my lips then each of my nipples. Once again I watched in the mirrors as my free hand reached across the space that separated us and touched her left nipple. She smiled gently and her eyes narrowed. I took the nipple and gently rolled it between my thumb and index finger. She closed her eyes and then sipped at her drink.

"James?"

"Yes?"

"There is something I want you to know."

"Yes?"

"Given our short but … er … warm friendship, you may find it hard to believe, but … "

She paused.

"I have to tell you that I've had a rather a sheltered existence and I'm not that experienced in … intimacies." She paused again, then blurted out, "In fact I'm still a virgin."

I stared at her incredulously. My mind screamed, "What in the name of hell just happened here a few minutes ago?"

"You look surprised, but it's true. I don't know why but somehow I trust you."

She set her glass down and lay back amongst the dragons.

"I trust you to enter without causing harm." With that she lifted her butt a fraction of an inch to allow me to slide the panties down over her thighs and down her legs. They got momentarily tangled in her feet and she giggled nervously as I pulled them free.

I caressed her gently and she spread her legs. I reached up between her thighs and found her dripping wet. She tugged at my arm.

"Please, skip the formalities and just do it … before I lose my nerve."

Like a man in a dream, I climbed between her legs and placed my erection at the entrance of her sex. I moistened the tip by sliding it along her slot and then gently pushed past her lips. I paused as she wiggled a bit to accommodate me and then I pushed forward. Then to my surprise I met a resistance that, had I not just shared an orgasm with her, I would have assumed could only be a hymen barring my entry. She tensed and held her breath.

I froze, hunched tensely over her and tried to think. The lizard part of my brain was screaming to get on with it before someone changed their mind, but the rest of me wanted to make some sense of everything.

"Do it!" she hissed in my ear and grabbed my ass to pull me into her.

She pulled, I pushed and then she stiffened as I tore through the barrier and plunged into her loins.

"Jesus," she gasped. I felt the walls of her vagina struggling to adjust. The room was stifling but nothing to compare with the warmth that engulfed my member.

"You okay?"

"Yes." she whispered. "God, It's so hot."

Slowly I withdrew an inch and then slid in again. She clenched her jaw and wiggled her butt trying to find a comfortable space between the carpet and me. Then I slowly repeated the motion, this time withdrawing another inch. We were bathed in perspiration.

"That hurt?"

"A little, but god, don't stop."

Easy out, gently in, over and over. Slowly the tension left her brow and she relaxed her thighs and spread wider. She panted with each thrust; ragged little gasps. Then she caught the rhythm and a steady moan escaped from her lips, modulated by a grunt each time our pelvic bones met. Her eyes got that far-away glazed look and suddenly I was pounding into her uncontrollably.

In the mirror I saw my face twisted by the pleasure and the uneven glass. She was slack jawed and had a sort of panic stricken look. I felt huge and seemed to swell within her. Surely she would split and I would explode.

Then she started to wail and I did explode.

When sensibility returned, I was collapsed on top of her. For a second I feared that she was unable to breath and rolled off of her. Our union of the flesh came apart with a rather rude slurp, which made her giggle.

She groped for a towel and, finding it, held it between her legs with the hope, no doubt, of protecting the carpet. The white linen came away with red streaks as she wiped at the fluid draining from her. I looked down and saw a dark red ring of her blood around the base of my softening penis.

"This is my blood," she said in a low whisper. "Remember me."

She leaned against me and absently caressed my right nipple. Then she bent over and took it into her mouth. A moment later I felt her teeth give a gentle love nip. Then she gave another nip but much harder and more painful. I jerked and she returned to a gentle sucking. The room became cooler and then downright cold. I felt light headed. Still she suckled at my breast. I seemed to sink into the carpet. When I closed my eyes, I was floating.

When I opened them again, we were standing in front of the fire, fully dressed. Panic stricken, I looked around the room. From a million crystalline facets I gaped back.

"What's wrong?"

I rubbed my right nipple through my shirt. It was sore.

"You okay?"

I stared at her, hoping for her to break into a smile and let me in on the joke. She stared back with only concern on her face.

"Fine." I lied.

"Good. In a few moments the fire will have this place very warm. This dress is cute but not that comfortable. Will you unzip me?"

As if in a dream, I unzipped the dress. She shrugged and it slid gracefully off of her shoulders and down her body, coming to a stop around her ankles. Her small breasts seemed to wink at me. Once again, she stepped onto "dry land" and bent down to pick up the dress. She folded it and hung it shimmering over the back of the same chair.

This time, I beat her to punch and muttered, "What does one drink with naked ladies?"

She arched a brow then laughed.

"Well, it's dark outside, we're in a rather surreal funhouse, so, I suggest champagne."

She laughed at this and began to unbutton my shirt. When she peeled it away from my chest, I saw in the mirror that there was a small scab on my right breast. She had drawn blood. As she worked on my belt I said,

"Who are you?" but I really meant, "What are you?"

"Drink up. It will seem sensible in a bit." She grinned like a cat, and then slipped out of the panties.

She motioned me back to the fire.

"I like that thing you do with my nipples."

So once again, we stood sipping our drinks as I played gently with her nipples.

Everything slowed. My sense of unease (if not panic) at a situation that had careened out of control was replaced by a melancholy awareness that it probably didn't matter. Everything seemed clearer at the centre but fuzzy at the edges.

I saw us standing on water. The dragons were pre-historic fish that froze when I focused on them but, I swear, swam lazily just beneath the surface when I wasn't looking.

"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish," chased itself around my mind. She smiled as if she had read my thoughts.

I stopped trying to make any sense of the hoard of couples standing morosely about us on the other side of the mirrors. Time stood.

She took my empty glass and set it on the mantle. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and pressed downwards. I sank down and knelt on the carpet. She squatted on her haunches in front of me. Spreading her thighs, she straddled me, still kneeling like some monastic acolyte. She hung her arms around my neck, and then lifted herself up just enough to allow my erection to come to rest beneath her opening. Then, like a cat getting comfortable in a lap, she settled down onto my hardness and we were conjoined once again. I sighed softly and she whispered into my ear,

"This is my body, which is given for you."

She reached behind her neck and carefully undid the clasp on the jet choker. Then she offered up her neck.

"This is my blood, shed for you. Drink it as often as you will."

I drank.