Healed by his Touch 2
by
Rose Simons
WARNING:
This story contains graphic sexual content and extreme violence including forced consent, reluctant sex and extreme violence. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ Adults only.
Not for sensitive readers!
Surveying the man in front of me - the kindness in his eyes, the broadness of his shoulders; my mind was made up. “Yes.” I nodded, not quite believing what I was doing. “Yes, you can. There’s a small place down the road from here we could go to?”
Chris’ face seemed to shine underneath the layer of dirt. “Great!” He said happily. “Gimme half an hour to get cleaned up and I’ll see you there.”
Under the harsh bathroom strip lighting, I checked my face in the mirror. My brown eyes were my favorite feature and I decided to outline them with soft black kohl. Slicking a natural pink over my lips I practiced a smile at my reflection. People told me I was pretty; long dark hair and a pale complexion giving me an English rose look, but I failed to see it now. The events of the previous few months had knocked my self esteem.
At first, I didn’t recognize the man waving frantically at me from a small table at the back of the coffee shop. He looked different in a sweater and jeans, the mop of dark hair more of a dirty blonde with the soot washed out. With a clean face, I could see the angular strength of his jaw line, a shadow of stubble just starting to darken. He stood to pull out my chair and for the first time I noticed how tall he was – how...manly. As I sat down in front of his grinning face and infinite azure eyes, a whole flock of butterflies ticked inside of me as I realized I actually liked this guy.
Chris was charming and witty, telling me stories of his childhood growing up on a farm, how he loved animals but had always wanted to move to the city and be a fireman.
“I wanted to be able to help people every single day.” He explained. I offered up some stories of my own, telling him I loved being a surgeon and the lifestyle it afforded me. I omitted the more recent tales and Chris was respectful enough not to ask about my relationship history.
As time passed blissfully by, I was laughing at one of Chris’ jokes when I became aware of a presence next to me. I looked up to see Martina with a skeptical expression on her face, and gawped as I caught sight of her bulging, pregnant belly.
“Hi there Rachel, honey.” She drawled, looking assured and self-satisfied. “Just came over to see how you were doing? Oh.” She turned to Chris as though only just seeing him. “Who’s this? Nice to meet you, I’m Martina.”
The sight of my old friend made me feel sick; I didn’t know what to say to her - my blood turned to ice in my veins. I clocked her designer clothes, expensive jewelry and expensive bag as she reached for Chris’ hand and shook it. I saw her eyes drawn to his grubby nails and raised my eyebrows in disbelief as she curled her lip in disgust.
“Going for a bit of rough this time then?” She said to me venomously. It was as though as I’d been slapped. Here she was, pregnant with my ex-husbands child, having had an affair with him behind my back and there was not an ounce of remorse or shame in her face – I was stunned by her audacity.
Chris blushed and looked confused at the appearance of this strange, judgmental woman towering above us. I narrowed my eyes. I wanted to slap her for being so rude. I wanted to scream at her for destroying my life. But instead I felt a sting of tears, and glancing apologetically at Chris, I ran out of the coffee shop and toward my car as they started to spill.
Great, heaving sobs wracked my body as I drove home, where I collapsed into a ball onto my bed. I had moved permanently into one of the spare rooms now, unable to sleep in the one I had shared with Jason. I cried for hours, lamenting the loss of my child, feeling stabs of jealously and more hurt thinking of Martina’s swollen tummy. In the early hours of the morning my tears started to slow and anger layered on top of the sadness.
Being with Chris today was the best I had felt in such a long time. He gave me that exciting flush that only comes with the heady rush of realizing you are falling in lust, and I think he felt it too. We had been getting along fantastically; he was warm, funny and kind, not to mention extremely handsome. How dare one of the people that had so dramatically shattered my world ruin my most happy moment since that time? How dare she? How could she be so unfeeling?
Wiping my puffy eyes, I made a decision not to waste any more tears. I had been given a tiny glimpse of life again laughing with Chris, and I decided that I would not allow this one to be destroyed. New hope proving to have a calming effect, I finally drifted into a fitful sleep.
Determined the next morning, I called up one of my colleagues at the hospital and made out that I had forgotten to give Chris some medical advice. Judy, who was on reception, passed me his address with no question and I followed my satellite navigation to a block of shabby looking apartments. Faint strains of TV shows and frying food wafted down the hallway as I nervously rapped against his door. I suddenly felt worried that he wouldn’t want to see me after running out on him yesterday, that he would be cross and dismissive. Those fears dissipated the instant he saw me however, and his face lit up with a wide, cheeky grin.
“Rachel!” He exclaimed. “I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“Chris. I’m so, so sorry about leaving you there like that. I wanted to explain, to see if you’d maybe like to try again?”
He looked at me– brimming with tenderness. “Come in you silly thing. No need to apologize.” Widening the door, he stepped aside and welcomed me into his apartment. It was small: the kitchen and the lounge one room - tidy but sparsely furnished. He gestured for me to sit on his faded couch and perched next to me.
“A gorgeous, talented woman asks me if I’d like to go on another date. Hmmm…tricky one to answer. How about hell yeah?!” He joked. “Are you okay though? Yesterday, that woman seemed like she’d upset you. I was worried.”
I searched Chris’ face, a warm tingle spreading from my centre across my whole being. I felt comforted around him, supported even. I filled my lungs with oxygen and spilled the whole sorry story as he listened intently, watching me the whole time with undivided attention. When I told him about my miscarriage, he reached for my hand and held it like it was the most delicate silk. I revealed all my baggage in one monologue, Chris did not once falter in his earnest interest and for the first time ever, I told my story without shedding a single tear.
After I had finished speaking I lowered my head, fearful that I had exposed too much - scared him off. I felt fingers lifting my chin so that our noses were touching.
“I think you’ve been incredibly brave.”Chris whispered. I could feel his hot breath against my skin; see the flecks of gray in his warm eyes. In that moment, I was overcome. By lust, by his kindness, and I leaned ever so slightly to touch his lips with mine. His hand moved to the back of my neck, where he gently pulled me in to do it again. This time, our mouths parted and his tongue darted sensually across mine. A throbbing started in my lower regions as we explored each other tentatively. It had been so long since I’d felt this want, this desire - as if reading my mind; Chris started to kiss me deeper, running his fingers through my hair, pulling on it slightly.
My breath quickened as he traced a finger slowly down my spine, making me shudder with the thrill of his touch. I allowed my hands to wander, relishing the firm torso beneath his soft green t- shirt, the hard bumps of his aroused nipples. I circled them teasingly and felt myself starting to leak sexy moisture. I knew I wanted him - had to have him. Testing, I brushed the palm of my hand between his legs to feel his bulging erection. Chris got the message and held my cheeks in both hands, peering into my soul as his eyes seemed to check: is this ok?
I bit my lip – suddenly desperate now he had ceased his touch on me – I could not control my heavy breathing as I nodded to him urgently: yes.
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by
Rose Simons
WARNING:
This story contains graphic sexual content and extreme violence including forced consent, reluctant sex and extreme violence. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ Adults only.
Not for sensitive readers!
Surveying the man in front of me - the kindness in his eyes, the broadness of his shoulders; my mind was made up. “Yes.” I nodded, not quite believing what I was doing. “Yes, you can. There’s a small place down the road from here we could go to?”
Chris’ face seemed to shine underneath the layer of dirt. “Great!” He said happily. “Gimme half an hour to get cleaned up and I’ll see you there.”
Under the harsh bathroom strip lighting, I checked my face in the mirror. My brown eyes were my favorite feature and I decided to outline them with soft black kohl. Slicking a natural pink over my lips I practiced a smile at my reflection. People told me I was pretty; long dark hair and a pale complexion giving me an English rose look, but I failed to see it now. The events of the previous few months had knocked my self esteem.
At first, I didn’t recognize the man waving frantically at me from a small table at the back of the coffee shop. He looked different in a sweater and jeans, the mop of dark hair more of a dirty blonde with the soot washed out. With a clean face, I could see the angular strength of his jaw line, a shadow of stubble just starting to darken. He stood to pull out my chair and for the first time I noticed how tall he was – how...manly. As I sat down in front of his grinning face and infinite azure eyes, a whole flock of butterflies ticked inside of me as I realized I actually liked this guy.
Chris was charming and witty, telling me stories of his childhood growing up on a farm, how he loved animals but had always wanted to move to the city and be a fireman.
“I wanted to be able to help people every single day.” He explained. I offered up some stories of my own, telling him I loved being a surgeon and the lifestyle it afforded me. I omitted the more recent tales and Chris was respectful enough not to ask about my relationship history.
As time passed blissfully by, I was laughing at one of Chris’ jokes when I became aware of a presence next to me. I looked up to see Martina with a skeptical expression on her face, and gawped as I caught sight of her bulging, pregnant belly.
“Hi there Rachel, honey.” She drawled, looking assured and self-satisfied. “Just came over to see how you were doing? Oh.” She turned to Chris as though only just seeing him. “Who’s this? Nice to meet you, I’m Martina.”
The sight of my old friend made me feel sick; I didn’t know what to say to her - my blood turned to ice in my veins. I clocked her designer clothes, expensive jewelry and expensive bag as she reached for Chris’ hand and shook it. I saw her eyes drawn to his grubby nails and raised my eyebrows in disbelief as she curled her lip in disgust.
“Going for a bit of rough this time then?” She said to me venomously. It was as though as I’d been slapped. Here she was, pregnant with my ex-husbands child, having had an affair with him behind my back and there was not an ounce of remorse or shame in her face – I was stunned by her audacity.
Chris blushed and looked confused at the appearance of this strange, judgmental woman towering above us. I narrowed my eyes. I wanted to slap her for being so rude. I wanted to scream at her for destroying my life. But instead I felt a sting of tears, and glancing apologetically at Chris, I ran out of the coffee shop and toward my car as they started to spill.
Great, heaving sobs wracked my body as I drove home, where I collapsed into a ball onto my bed. I had moved permanently into one of the spare rooms now, unable to sleep in the one I had shared with Jason. I cried for hours, lamenting the loss of my child, feeling stabs of jealously and more hurt thinking of Martina’s swollen tummy. In the early hours of the morning my tears started to slow and anger layered on top of the sadness.
Being with Chris today was the best I had felt in such a long time. He gave me that exciting flush that only comes with the heady rush of realizing you are falling in lust, and I think he felt it too. We had been getting along fantastically; he was warm, funny and kind, not to mention extremely handsome. How dare one of the people that had so dramatically shattered my world ruin my most happy moment since that time? How dare she? How could she be so unfeeling?
Wiping my puffy eyes, I made a decision not to waste any more tears. I had been given a tiny glimpse of life again laughing with Chris, and I decided that I would not allow this one to be destroyed. New hope proving to have a calming effect, I finally drifted into a fitful sleep.
Determined the next morning, I called up one of my colleagues at the hospital and made out that I had forgotten to give Chris some medical advice. Judy, who was on reception, passed me his address with no question and I followed my satellite navigation to a block of shabby looking apartments. Faint strains of TV shows and frying food wafted down the hallway as I nervously rapped against his door. I suddenly felt worried that he wouldn’t want to see me after running out on him yesterday, that he would be cross and dismissive. Those fears dissipated the instant he saw me however, and his face lit up with a wide, cheeky grin.
“Rachel!” He exclaimed. “I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“Chris. I’m so, so sorry about leaving you there like that. I wanted to explain, to see if you’d maybe like to try again?”
He looked at me– brimming with tenderness. “Come in you silly thing. No need to apologize.” Widening the door, he stepped aside and welcomed me into his apartment. It was small: the kitchen and the lounge one room - tidy but sparsely furnished. He gestured for me to sit on his faded couch and perched next to me.
“A gorgeous, talented woman asks me if I’d like to go on another date. Hmmm…tricky one to answer. How about hell yeah?!” He joked. “Are you okay though? Yesterday, that woman seemed like she’d upset you. I was worried.”
I searched Chris’ face, a warm tingle spreading from my centre across my whole being. I felt comforted around him, supported even. I filled my lungs with oxygen and spilled the whole sorry story as he listened intently, watching me the whole time with undivided attention. When I told him about my miscarriage, he reached for my hand and held it like it was the most delicate silk. I revealed all my baggage in one monologue, Chris did not once falter in his earnest interest and for the first time ever, I told my story without shedding a single tear.
After I had finished speaking I lowered my head, fearful that I had exposed too much - scared him off. I felt fingers lifting my chin so that our noses were touching.
“I think you’ve been incredibly brave.”Chris whispered. I could feel his hot breath against my skin; see the flecks of gray in his warm eyes. In that moment, I was overcome. By lust, by his kindness, and I leaned ever so slightly to touch his lips with mine. His hand moved to the back of my neck, where he gently pulled me in to do it again. This time, our mouths parted and his tongue darted sensually across mine. A throbbing started in my lower regions as we explored each other tentatively. It had been so long since I’d felt this want, this desire - as if reading my mind; Chris started to kiss me deeper, running his fingers through my hair, pulling on it slightly.
My breath quickened as he traced a finger slowly down my spine, making me shudder with the thrill of his touch. I allowed my hands to wander, relishing the firm torso beneath his soft green t- shirt, the hard bumps of his aroused nipples. I circled them teasingly and felt myself starting to leak sexy moisture. I knew I wanted him - had to have him. Testing, I brushed the palm of my hand between his legs to feel his bulging erection. Chris got the message and held my cheeks in both hands, peering into my soul as his eyes seemed to check: is this ok?
I bit my lip – suddenly desperate now he had ceased his touch on me – I could not control my heavy breathing as I nodded to him urgently: yes.
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