She had the biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen, neither like the ocean, nor like the sky, but a vivid blue . . . a blue that resembled a window to her soul. Her hair, platinum blonde, one would often question the authenticity of it, but I knew better. Long and uncut, trimmed yes, but never cut short, right past her shoulders and shimmered in the moonlight. And I can't forget those beautiful lips, pretty and pink, glowing on that white creamy skin of hers. And her body . . . perfectly toned, all muscle and curves, enough to remind me she is no longer a little girl. But she was still so young, too young, and even then, I still didn't know better.
Veronica, that name haunted me, I never expected that after the first day I met her that it would all lead to this. I never imagined how amazing she would smell, how perfectly her body fit against mine, and how ever move she made would bring me to the edge, wanting more from her . . . possibly more than she could give. I must have told her a thousand times that this wasn't allowed, that there was no "teacher student" relations outside of training, and the only reason we're still together is because we're presumed to be in a far less complicated situation than we are in now. But it's too late to go back now, ever since that fateful day; there was no turning back now.
"Ah, stop, wait." She breathed heavily as I pulled away from her hardened perky pink nipple. He face was blushed a lovely shade of pink and her eyes were glazed over.
"What? Am I hurting you?" I asked, rather nervously.
"No, it's not that, it's just . . . I always feel like I'm forcing you to do this, and you're always giving me all the attention, when it is your turn?" She looked up at me with those amazing deep blue eyes that resembled a window to her soul.
"You know, I actually enjoy paying more attention to you than the other way around. Besides, I don't think I'd be good at being the submissive one." I said plainly as she smiled coyly.
"Fine." She kissed me, sucking at me lower lip as she bit it, my blood stained her lips, I smiled as I flipped us so I was on top the way I liked it.
"What are you going to do now?" She raised an eyebrow as I smirked, leaning in by her ear as I whispered dirty thoughts into it. She inhaled as my fingers grazed over the only piece of clothing left on her. Those lovely red panties I bought her for Christmas. I'll never forget how red she turned when she opened the box, that's the downside to having such light skin, it all shows, every last emotion and thought going through your mind.
"Mmmm." She moaned softly as my rough fingers pushed against her clothes skin harder as her hips began to move on their own. She began calling out my name as I teased her further, bringing her to the edge of insanity.
"William, p-please." She begged as she pouted at me, I swear my heart sank at the sight. Thus, I stopped, pulling off her panties and my boxer shorts in one swift motion as I entered her. She was still tight, even after all those times, behind closed doors, in the shower, on my desk, in her room, in our hotel rooms, in the car, and even in the gym when we were alone together with no one else around. It was hard to resist her in those clothes (if you could call them that) when we were training. That sports bra (white no less), and black tight tiny spanks. And she always seemed to have brand new lingerie under her clothes whenever we went out, teasing me with it, taunting me. Thus this was my time to bring all this full circle.
"William, William, uhh so amazing!" She threw her head back as she arched her chest, her perky breasts bounced as I pushed harder, not holding back . . . I knew what she wanted. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, telling her everything on my mind as she screamed, calling out my name and singing my praises. I both loved this and hated this at the same time. As much as I loved having sex with Veronica, it was a painful reminder of my wife and daughter, already having lost two of the most important people to me; I couldn't bear to lose Veronica. Each time we were about to reach our climax, I could feel a small part of me desiring to cry, but I'd never let her see me like that.
"Damn Veronica, I'm almost there." I said as I sat the two of us up, hitting her sensitive spot.
"Me too." She said as she threw her arms around me as we kissed, deeply and passionately as if we'd never see each other again. My hands went for her hips as we went full force, I brought her towards my hips faster and faster until we both saw fireworks in the back of our heads, she called out my name as I called out hers and we were on the bed, ready to pass out, unable to move. But she always would turn her head and forced her body to face me as she repeated this mantra every day, every chance she got, never letting me forget.
"I love you William." Then she would smile, caressing my face as I took her hand and kissed it.
"I love you Veronica." And we just lay there, gazing at one another, and sometimes she would ask me her favorite question.
"Do you remember how all this started?" She was on my chest now, our naked bodies under the covers.
"How could I forget?" I caressed her hair as I kissed her beautiful long platinum blonde hair.
"Tell me, remind me so I'll never forget." Then she'd close her eyes and I'd tell her exactly how all this came about, never forgetting a single detail.
"Well, it was after those four boys were gone, you and I went to the diner where you met them and we were having pancakes. They were terrible, so we decided to have two milkshakes instead, you wanted vanilla, and I got the same. Those were the best milkshakes we'd ever had, and I'll never forget how you were covered in bruises, scratches, a broken nose, and dirt all over you. Wearing one of the boys' pairs of shoes no less, and your beautiful red dress ruined, but you seemed so happy, and I was so proud. So we went back to the hotel after I paid and you went to shower, suddenly I heard you slip and ran in to check on you, you were fine, but you asked if I could help you, how could I have said no? I managed to get you cleaned up, wrapped you in a towel and carried you to my bed, I tended to your wounds and after you were all set for bed, you grabbed my arm and you pulled me in for a hug. I was surprised, since we'd never hugged, not even when you were a little girl. But I sat there as I felt you smelling me, saying something about how I always smelt good, even if I was all sweaty and needed a shower. Then you kissed my chest, that took me for a loop, but I knew you wanted this, for a long time and I wasn't going to object even though I knew it was wrong. But you did so well on your mission, you did everything perfectly, and I wasn't about to stand in your way. Next you began unbuttoning my shirt, untying my tie, unbuckling my pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping them, I stood and took them off, then you said,
'The boxers too.' And my heart stopped, I asked if you were sure and you nodded your head. So I listened, then you had me sit down against the head of the bed as you crawled over to me, and I must say even with a broken nose and all those bumps and bruises, it was the sexiest I've seen you. I never truly wanted you, until then. Next, well next was the obvious, you took your hands and touched me, using every skill you had acquired after your extensive research I'm sure, but your mouth was . . . incredible. I couldn't keep myself from moaning and thrusting my hips towards it, I didn't even think you could move your tongue the way you did, but you clearly are a visual learner. Once that was said and done, you swallowed every last drop, jumped up and said,
'I'll be right back.' Next thing I know, I hear water running, and your brushing your teeth then you're back in a flash and sitting on my lap, I growled slightly as your genitals were rubbing against mine, bare, nothing separating us. And you kissed me, hard, I went to object but you stuck your tongue in as soon as I opened my mouth and we were French kissing, naked on top of my bed, and as you rubbed your perfect breasts against my chest, one thing led to another. You were like a goddess, and I was your slave, captivated by your beauty and grace, and your hips . . . how on earth can you move them like that?" I looked at her seriously.
"Salsa, Latin dancing, yoga, aerobics, zumba, squats, belly dancing, and hip thrusts. Oh and lots of core." She smiled as I kissed her softly.
"Go on." She encouraged.
"So we had sex, it was amazing, and ever since then, we've been trying to stay out of trouble, and so far so good." I brushed the hair out of her face as she snuggled against me.
"Hmm, I'm so happy." She said lovingly.
"I am too, but I would rather have a house than having to get a hotel room every time we want to do it." I huffed out as she laughed.
"Wouldn't it be a little strange if I moved in with you?" She inquired.
"Not if we make it so that you have completed your training and are worthy of becoming an official assassin. Or we could just say it's easier to train while living under the same roof." I shrugged.
"Hmm, I live the second idea in the meantime, but I do intend on being the best assassin ever, which it should be easy with such a great teacher." She tapped me on the nose as I smiled.
"Well thanks babe, much appreciated." I kissed her, a little rougher this time.
"Mmm anytime lover boy." She sucked my lower lip and nibbled on it as I felt her hand slide very low.
"Oh, ready for round two are we?" I asked as she giggled whilst I began to work at her neck, slowly making my way down, kissing every inch of her as her moans grew louder and louder.