Chapter 3
I didn't realize, myself, how upset I was ... not until I saw Gil's face.
"Hey! What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Nothing ... It's really nothing," I lied.
"Come on, Rosalie. It's written all over your face. Out with it!"
"I didn't know that I was that transparent," I went on weakly.
"Come on ... out with it," he prodded, moving in closer and putting his arm around my shoulder.
This was the first time I noticed Linda wasn't there. I felt strange, being here with Gil ... having his arm around me ... Strange, but nice. I was desperate, and any display of affection, of sincere concern was more than welcome.
"Where's Linda," I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Don't ask," Gil started, obviously disturbed by my question.
I didn't want to pry ... didn't want to do anything that would make Gil feel uncomfortable or upset him. But, at the same time, I was strangely intrigued. I had to find out where she was ... why she wasn't here with him.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, testingly.
"No!" he stated flatly, and moved away from me for a moment and picked up a cigarette and lit it. "You want one?" he asked, turning in my direction, again.
"Yes, thank you," I answered.
He put another cigarette to his lips and lit it and then handed it to me. I couldn't understand why all-of this attention.
"What's wrong," I asked, sincerely interested.
"We had a fight." He paused.
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it, because the two of them were very important to me. But at the same time, I felt drawn toward Gill ... in a way I'd never been before. I wanted him ... wanted him to hold me ... wanted him to kiss me ... I wanted Gill!
"Not!" I scolded myself. "This is Linda's boyfriend. The two of them were in love. They were going to be married. I had no right ... Shouldn't...."
I couldn't have believed it was happening ... Gill's arm came around me again. And then the other one went over my shoulder and he pulled me tight to him. I felt my heart pounding inside of my chest ... felt my breasts swelling. My nipples were getting hard.
I couldn't stop myself. I knew it was wrong. I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I shouldn't be here. But I felt my head nestling on his shoulder, just the same. My arms moved up and around his neck. His own grip tightened, and it hit me like a ton of bricks! This wasn't just friendship, I knew. I should run ... fast and far. I should turn in the other direction. I should hang my head in shame for even thinking such things. But I couldn't ... I didn't want to!
Then it happened. I felt Gill's hand under my chin. He was applying a steady pressure, lifting my face upward, lifting my lips toward his. Then I felt the soft brushing of his lips across mine and my body shivered, reflexively, it wasn't a hard, demanding kiss. It was tender, filled with ... with love.
"Now, about you. How about telling me what's wrong," he asked, his voice filled with compassion ... with concern.
"Nothing, now." The words came out before I could stop them ... before I had a chance to think.
I felt his whole body, hard against mine. I knew what he was thinking.
"Oh, Rosalie," he whispered against my ear.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was too confused. I didn't know who I was; I didn't know what I was feeling myself.
I knew it was wrong. Dead wrong. I knew there was no excuse for it. If Linda ever found out.... She was so good to me ... How could I? ...
"Did Bob do something to you tonight?" Gil asked, stroking my hair, gently.
"Yes," I stammered.
"Did he hurt you?" His voice was filled with pain.
"Yes ... I mean, no, not on purpose, at least," I went on.
"I don't understand," Gil said, pushing me back slightly and looking into my eyes.
I could hardly believe what I saw. I saw the things in Gil's face that I wanted so desperately to see in Bob's. I wanted to see the look of tenderness; the look of love. I wanted to feel that somebody really cared about me, and it was so crazy. In my own head, I couldn't understand it. It was Gil instead of Bob, and I was taking it. I was taking anything I could get
"Come on," he asked again, pulling me into his hard body once more.
"He ... he ... "
"Come on. You can tell me," Gil went on, his voice low, almost a whisper.
"He ... did what I ... wanted him to," I stammered, not wanting to distort the facts. I didn't want Gil to get the wrong idea. I wanted him to know the truth.
"What was that?" he asked, pulling me even more tightly against him, crushing my body against his own broad, strong frame.
"He broke me in!" I blurted, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Oh, my baby," he moaned. "Did he hurt you? Was he rough ... "
"Yes," I sobbed. "It was terrible. It hurt more than anything I ever knew."
"I'm sorry ... so sorry. I wish it had been me. I would have been gentle. I would have been good to you," he moaned, and squeezed me tighter.
There was no more time for talk ... no mote time for anything but to feel. There was no more question, but what was on his mind. The things he was saying to me are not the things to say to a friend. They're not just words of comfort I felt sure, in my heart, that he meant it, that he was sincere. But I was so confused. I didn't know about Linda. I didn't know what had happened, or what would happen.
It was out in the open now. Gil wanted me. Gil wanted to be the one who taught me ... showed me how to be a woman.
Gil cared!
Before I knew what was happening, Gil's lips had covered mine. This time it wasn't a soft, innocent kiss. This time it was demanding. His tongue licked out at my lips and began moving inward, scraping the tops of my teeth, brushing my tongue, slightly, before letting itself glide back toward my throat.
My whole body was responding; it was tense. My tits seemed to ache with pleasure. My thighs were damp. My pussy seemed to be oozing. I was more excited than I had ever been. I wanted Gil more than I had wanted anything, anybody, and I couldn't believe that he wanted me just as much.
It was different with Gil, much different. His hips began to move inward ... back and forth. I felt him; felt his manhood, his great big, beautiful cock pressing into me and I shivered in anticipation and delight.
Gil's hands moved upward and his fingers toyed with the clasp of my bra through the material of my blouse. My own hands clutched him tighter to me, as he increased the pressure and tempo of his groin.
"Oh, Rosalie ... It should have been me. It really should have," he whimpered, as his hands tugged at my blouse, freeing it from the material of my slacks.
It was like a shock treatment ... Gil's cool hands on my burning flesh. His fingers inched their way up along my back until he was able to manipulate the clasp of my bra. Then he freed my tits; freed them of the confining tightness of my clothing.
His hand moved over my ribs and darted upward to one of my huge, ripe, ready breasts. As he gripped it, I felt my body go stiff. I felt my insides jump. I was ready ... really ready, this time.
"Gil ... Gil ... " I whimpered. "Hold me, darling. Hold me tight. Don't ever let me go."
"You're mine," he groaned. "You're all mine now. From now on, Rosalie."
"What about Linda?" I asked, sorry the moment I let the words out.
"Don't worry about her ... we're all through."
"Docs she know it?" I asked.
"Not yet," he said, slowly. "But as far as I'm concerned, I know there's no hope for us," he went on, sounding sincere.
I wanted to ask why; what had happened. They seemed to be so much in love. But this wasn't the time, I knew, and so I put my feelings aside for the time being.
I felt Gil's fingers working on the buttons of my blouse, and suddenly, involuntarily leaped away from him.
"What's the matter?" he asked, surprised. "What if Linda walks in?" I snapped. "Don't worry about that," he tried to comfort me. "But ... it does worry me!" I went on. "She's not coming back tonight," he said, flatly. "She's not? Where is she?" I asked. "Is she alright?"
"She drove home for the weekend. She got a telephone call from her father that her mother was ill. And she had to go home."
Then it dawned upon me. They probably had had a small spat, but as far as Linda was concerned, everything was the same between them. Gil hadn't lost anything.
I felt confusion setting in. I didn't know what to believe. I didn't know what was true, but I was too desperate not to take the chance with Gil, no matter what the consequences were. I was going to see this thing through. I was going to do exactly what he wanted me to do, and when. I had to take this chance. I had to grab onto this thread. It was the only thing I saw in my life that even offered a thread of survival.
I didn't want to think any more. I didn't want to feel these horrid feelings. I just wanted to shut everything off. Everything but Gil. His love ... his body ... his manhood. I wanted only to think of him now.
I felt his strong hands on my arm, leading pie ... directing me down the small hallway toward the bedroom. I didn't try to resist. I surrendered, totally, because I wanted to ... needed to.
As Gil eased me gently onto the bed I felt the last of my resistance draining. The last of my worries about Linda, or anything else were leaving my mind.
As Gil slid onto the bed, next tome, I felt like I was in Heaven. I felt like everything I had ever wanted was all wrapped up in this one person.
He took my head and cradled it against his body, holding me tight with one hand, as the other worked at my blouse.
I lifted myself up as he slid the material over my shoulders. I wanted to help him. I wanted to be rid of my clothing quickly; wanted to feel his naked, bare skin next to my own, feel the hardness of his flesh. I wanted to seek my security from his muscle.
It was different with Gil. He wasn't as rough ... or seemingly as intent as Bob had been, but he was completely overpowering me. I surrendered, body and mind, to this man; was ready for anything he had to give. I could take it I could take it and beg for more.
"Faster," I moaned. "Do it quickly, Gil."
His fingers moved, immediately, to my bra, and he pulled the material from my body. Without stopping to touch my breasts, my stiffened nipples, he moved directly down to my slacks and unzipped them and began pulling at them, tugging them down over my hips, down over my legs, and finally, over my ankles, leaving me only in my panties.
Even the flimsy material of my underpants was too much on my hot skin. I needed to be totally free. As Gil moved away from me to remove his own clothing, I reached down and quickly took the garments from my body.
My eyes bugged open as I saw Gil's body come into view. It was gorgeous ... three times more beautiful than Bob's had been. As he removed his shirt I stared intensely at the thick masses of dark curly hair on his chest; watched the muscles rippling through his arms, chest and stomach, as he pulled the clothing free. Then, at last, his hands were tugging at his belt buckle, undoing his fly, pulling his pants down and exposing that part of him which would be inside of me before too long.
I gasped as it came into view. His prick was enormous. The tip of his cock was immense and I wondered for a moment if he'd be able to get that tremendously large prick of his into my tight slit.
"My God!" I gasped. "You're so large!"
"You'll love it, I promise," he said gently, and took his dick into his hands.
I moved myself over to the edge of the bed and reached out, grabbing hold of his hard flesh. It throbbed and jumped in my hand, swelling even more, becoming stiffer, as I held it.
He pulled back from me, removing my hand gently, and stepped out of his pants. Thick hard thighs, covered with hair came into view as he pulled them from his body. Quickly he moved to the bed, removing his socks as he came, and joined me.
Immediately his hands reached out for my waist. He pulled me in, tightly. His hairs tickled my chest ... my stomach, as our bodies made contact. And then, I felt the hard mass of flesh between our bodies; felt it hard and solid, from the top of my slit to up somewhere around my bellybutton. It was throbbing, pulsing with excitement.
I w anted him to overpower me. I wanted him to hold my arms down, to spread my legs and to ram it into me. I wanted him to fuck me-now-last-hard-with tha tmeat of his. But that wasn't his way. He didn't have to overpower me with brute strength. He could do it in other ways.
His lips came down, covering mine, and his tongue began to probe inward, into my mouth, exploring more thoroughly this time, every crack and crevice inside my mouth. I opened wider to allow him more freedom, and felt the combined mixture of our saliva dribbling down my cheek.
His hand on my hip prodded me to turn onto my back. I expected that he would cover me, hold me prisoner by his own body weight. But, instead, his head moved downward, over my nipples and traced a trail down over my stomach and to that spot of me that was alive ... burning ... ready for action.
His hands moved high on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy, making me vulnerable to his attack.
I shivered ... My body convulsed, as I felt the first presence of his tongue licking thef lesh. His thumbs moved upward and spread my lips, wide and my sensitive clit was being tormented, excited beyond belief by his expert tongue.
As he spread my cunt even wider, I felt his tongue, rigid, stiff, moving in further. I felt his own lips kissing, sucking, on my clit. I was being driven wild. It was so good I didn't want him to ever stop but so exciting, I didn't know how much more I could take.
My fingers, as if they had a will of their own, moved down along my body and tangled into his curly hair. I arched upward and began grinding my pussy into his face as I pulled down on his head.
"Oh, that's so good, Gil," I murmured. "Don't stop. Do more. Eat me," I cried, " ... eat me, good."
He didn't stop for a second. But, instead he continued working, shoving his tongue further into me, moving it faster inside now. He was licking at the walls, sucking at my clit, and I could feel his chin, his stubble of a beard rubbing against the cleft of my ass. But it didn't hurt; it felt good. Feeling the contact of him was great.
Once his tongue was completely inside my cunt he let my lips go and moved his hands up over my body until he had a tit in each hand. He squeezed, massaged, played with my nipples, and I felt myself losing control. I felt my whole mind revolving around my cunt, around my tongue, around his massive cock.
I was nearly on the verge of tears. It was ecstasy. It was marvelous being here with him. I didn't ever want it to stop. I wanted Gil for my own. I didn't want to share him with anybody. I wanted him to love me, to make love to me every day of my life.
I gasped as I felt his tongue slip out of my hole and felt his lips moving up along my body again. And then, I felt his weight on top of me. His body was warm ... hot; his prick harder than ever, as it pushed into my groin. I wiggled and squirmed beneath him, trying to position myself, trying to get that horse cock inside of me. I spread my legs wide, dug my heels into the mattress, arched myself up. But all I could manage was to rub my pussy against his balls and the bottom of his rod.
"Oh, fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, now. Give it to me. I want it!"
"So do I, Rosalie. I wanna put you somewhere you've never been before."
"Yes," I moaned, " ... do it to me, Gil."
Without another word I felt his legs between my own, pushing them apart I felt him lifting off of me and then I felt that cock head starting its journey, plowing my cunt apart, spreading me wide. I hadn't realized just how thick it was until this moment, as I felt my cunt stretched. I wondered if he were going to rip me open.
Even with all the lubrication of his mouth ... of my own cunt juices, the friction was intense. He moaned as his tip slid in and was gobbled up by my hungry cunt
"That's so good ... So real good," he whispered.
"Give me more," I begged. "Give it to me."
"You'll get it all and you'll love it," he promised, as he applied more pressure and pushed more of the enormous wedge in between my cunt lips and up into my starving cunt.
I had no real way of judging, but it felt like he had only given me another inch or two, and yet my love-hole felt completely stuffed; full with cock.
All I could think about was the size, the hardness of his meat in my pussy. In my mind's eye I kept visualizing his battering ram forcing its way into my body. I kept seeing that solid mass of flesh working into me; being hammered into my pussy as a nail into soft wood. But it was good, real good. I was glad he was so big. Glad that he had as much as he did. Glad as I felt all the feeling from it.
With a sigh, he pushed in, again, and my body involuntarily shuddered as I felt him moving inward, along the track.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," I murmured. "Yes, I'm fine. Give me more."
Without hesitation, he slid in again, pushing further.
"That's good. More," I begged.
Again he pushed in.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Great ... really magnificent!"
"Are you all the way in me?"
"Not yet," he whispered into my ear.
"Give me more."
"Don't you want to rest first?"
"No. I want the whole thing. I want you to get that whole cock inside me. I want to feel you all the way in. I want to feel it sliding in and out, pushing against my walls."
"Okay," he moaned. He let his hands slide down under my ass and pulled me upward. At the same time he pumped himself in. I spread my legs and took the rest of it. I felt it glide right in. It was easier. I felt that cock jerk inside me.
"How's that?" he asked. "It's all in."
"Marvelous. I've never felt anything so good."
"Wait 'till I finish," he moaned and pulled back, slightly. Then he pushed forward, filling me again.
"Give me long strokes," I cried, remembering how it had been with Bob when he slid all the way out and then pushed in again.
"Like this?" Gil asked as he slid out half way and then moved in, quickly.
"Yes!" I cried, "Like that ... faster!"
His strokes were coming, now. Faster ... longer.
He reared back so far that I felt the tip of his rigid prick slide out of me. Only half of his large bulb was inside, and I felt it scraping, pushing, plowing my canal open as it moved back into mine, quickly, completely and pounded against the wall of my womb.
"Oh, fuck me!"
"Open your legs," he murmured. "Open them wide. Let me give it to you the way you should have it."
"Yes," I screeched, completely satiated with desire. I spread my legs as wide as I could, lifting myself up as he began to pump long, hot, heavy strokes.
I felt his dick swelling, felt it getting harder, felt his whole body tensing.
I didn't want him to come. Didn't want this to end and spoil it all, but I knew that neither one of us could really control it. I felt my own body building up more quickly than I wanted it to. I felt the release, almost ready, to burst from my body.
"Fuck me!" I screamed. "Give it to me. Now Gil, now! I'm going to come!" I moaned.
His hands pulled out from under me and raced down to my legs, spreading them wide and lifting them high into the air. Catching the back of my knees with the inside of his elbows and bringing his hands up to grab my shoulders, he fucked me until I felt my insides jerk. My body convulsed and covered his dick with my cunt juice.
"Oh, Rosalie," he moaned. "Rosalie ... "
I felt his cock let loose; I felt it filling my guts, my cunt with his hot cum. His cock throbbed as his whole body tensed, and then, suddenly, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still deeply imbedded, stilt jerking, still shooting the juice of our love-making.