Writer's note: This is my first fan fiction and I try to add as many
chapters as possible, as soon as possible. Unfortunately I have a lot to do
for University at the moment so there are a couple of chapters hand-written
in a small booklet, waiting to be typed.
I am really waiting for more R&R because it's my first fan fiction I have ever published. It's not my mother tongue so excuse mistakes please.
Rate: NC-17 in my mind, but some will it maybe take as PG, better higher than to low. (
Disclaimer: they all doesn't belong to me ... only the thoughts and ideas are mine.
Chapter 3
Let's remember what was first
I was laying there on the bad, not wanting to move in any directions. I closed my eyes slowly, not wanting to remember anything ....
"Parker, you are a strong woman. Now be this special woman for me Parker!" he said when he came back from the bathroom with something in his hand.
" I know that it will hurt badly, but we have to clean it up. We don't want you to get an infection. Don't we?"
I was only able to shake my head and smiled at him. I know he was uncomfortable but what shall I do?
"Have you drunken some of the Vodka?"
"Of course! It was a good idea to get one Jarod. Thanks for all you do to me!"
It was the first time since a long time that I said 'thank you' to him
I felt his fingers on my skin with something wet beneath his fingers. Oh my god ... his fingers and touches are so soft!
"Oh ... " I could only scream at the moment he touched my naked belly. I haven't seen my skin yet, and I really don't want to see it. It's enough to feel it!
"I know Parker it really hurts! Do you want more Vodka?"
I was only able to nod slowly. It was enough for today. I only wanted to run away as fast as possible, to forget what happened, to forget my whole life ... or?
I put more Vodka into my mouth, more and more ... slowly I closed my eyes, feeling nothing anymore. I only feel his fingers on my skin, not knowing if it was just a dream or not, reality for just a reflection of the past. I don't want to open my eyes now, let me dream this dream, let me get to the one day in the past back, I really felt comfortable being Mary Eve Parker. The one day I really loved to hear somebody call me Mary after my mum died.
Oh god I feel his fingers on my breaths, and this feeling in my stomach again, this tickling ....
Oh god it's like years ago. How old have I been ? Maybe 16 I think, he was older than me maybe 18 or so. It was the first time I came home from boarding school since about 2 years, but I hadn't seen him for more than 3. We were both kids when we saw each other the last time, yeah kids.
I came home and asked Daddy if it's possible for me to see Jarod. He said now because J. would be busy at the moment running SIMs. I was crying all the night. Hey I was just 16, getting more and more a woman even if nobody seemed to notice it, not even Daddy.
Angelo knocked on the vet system and asked me what my problem was, and I told him. He showed me one of his big smiles – I will never forget this smile – and he told me that I should be here tomorrow at 10pm and we'll go to see Jarod.
I could jump because of happiness. On the next day I stood a long time in front of my mirror with various combinations of cloths - skirts and blouses, trousers and shirts. Hey we were in the 80s, fashion was more important than ever even if it was a horrible one. If I think about it today, I had really a crush on him. Or?
Well I decided to wear skinny trousers, they fit me perfectly and a short top, as short as legal. It was only hiding my breaths, so not to much to day because they weren't big at all, small ones just my whole body. I mean I was big at that age, bigger than many others at my class but with the smallest breaths.
I couldn't wait till 10pm. I was counting seconds. When Angelo knocked on the vet system and I climbed in it, I was absolutely nervous. What would he say? Would I recognise me? But my self-confidence grew with every centimetre I came nearer to his room. I remembered were it was clearly. Angelo left me just before it and went back to his room. I robbed to the end of the 'tunnel' and slowly, shyly knocked. He looked around the room, wondering where it comes from. But a second later our eyes connected. Oh ... these eyes ... I was stunned. I'd really missed him through all the years, even if he wasn't the only guy who had been around me. I mean at boarding school a lot of boys wanted me to go out or do something more but I wasn't really interested in them. Well I had been out with some, but I didn't really like them.
He told me with his fingers I should wait a minute. Hey it was after 10pm. He wasn't alone, wasn't he? Had the Center created a girlfriend for him? Was he sharing his bed with another girl than me? I hadn't stopped thinking when he put down the end of the "tunnel" and climbed into it too. I asked him shyly why he didn't let me into his room, and he just answered that it's not secure in there. And that I should go to the end of this tube and wait there for him. I did it, and I waited. I could feel his eyes on my back, and of course on my ass. I would have done everything to read his thoughts. I stopped and waited for him. He told me I should go to room 27.56 but I'd never heard of this one. I turned around and asked him if he couldn't go first. He nodded slowly and tried to climb over me to go ahead.
Oh my god ...
I could feel his breath on my flat belly, his arms on each side of my ribcage. Oh boy these eyes, in chocolate colour. Slowly he moved up, till I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, his eyes met mine. I couldn't resist, I was just 16. I pulled him down to me, my hands were around his strong ribcage. I could feel the muscles through the tshirt. I slowly put my lips to his. My goodness he tasted like chocolate and strawberries, ice- cream and bubblegum. He didn't close his yes, I did – of course. I slowly opened my mouth. He was just such a shy guy. I am sure it was his first time, kissing a woman, laying on a woman – and now I am a woman, am I? Well I pulled him nearer, he should feel my small breaths against his strong rips. He should know how much I needed him.
Well I had opened my mouth, and he did nothing. I slowly let tangle my tongue around his soft lips, hoping to get the permission to go into his mouth. Absolutely shyly he opened his mouth, starring at my all the time. I let my tongue glide inside it, and roused his own one. But suddenly he pulled away. I opened my eyes, in panic of course. What have I done was my only thought!
But he came back to my face, whispering in my ear that he had never done something like that before. I could feel his hardness between my legs, he was just wearing sport trousers, short ones. My god the first time I felt something like that, it seemed to be so big. Wasn't it? He was so cute, whispering in my ear that he would want to touch my belly with his hands if I would allowed him to. I only kissed him passionately, with tongue now of course. He was a bloody good kisser, even if he had never kissed like that before. I felt the wetness between my legs slowly, when his hands moved down to my belly – he never broke up the eye contact.
I was shuddering when his fingers touched my white skin. 'I like this blue shirt' he told me in his shy and deep voice. I had really missed this eyes, he had become so male since I saw him last.
Slowly I guided his fingers under my shirt. He looked at me with these warm, brown teddy eyes and I could resist to pull him back to kiss me. He laid tightened next to me, the tube was small, only for a person and not for two. He kissed me hard, sucking all the breath out of my lungs and with his hand he slowly caressed my breaths. I asked him if I should get out of the tshirt and he nodded with this teddy bear smile I loved such a lot. His fingers tickled a bit on my bare chest. He told me that he had never touched a woman before but that Syd had given him 2 books about woman, but the pics in there weren't so beautiful than I was. Wasn't he a charming person?
I was 16, absolutely wet at the moment between my thighs and wanting him. I lay there, waiting what he would do next but we just kissing me. Well it wasn't just kissing, it was more than kissing it was like ... like ... like ... breathing!
Shyly like I was I put my tshirt away and under my head, and guided his mouth down my nipples. There are as dark as his eyes. He started to snuggle them, start to suck hard. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to moan loudly and when I did it he looked at me shocked. I just smiled and begged that he should go back where he had been before. He sucked the one and snuggled the other with his fingers. I was absolutely wet. I had never a man inside me, but at the moment I wanted nothing more than that. I will never forget the sentences he told me when he looked up to my face, his chin on my right nipple, his right hand on my hip. – 'Mary Eve would you allow me to suck your beautiful breaths forever? They are so wonderful, so full, the fit you so well Mary!' These were the most wonderful words I was ever told, till today, the day after I was rapped. It was the day after it, wasn't it?
I just nodded with a big smile on my lips when he told me that. I hugged him, kissed him and he moved his pelvic between my legs. It was easier this way and I had a bit more room for my hands. He kissed me more and more passionate, demanding.
I could feel his hardness pulling against my jeans. Could he feel how wet he made me?
I moved my hands on his ass, slowly letting my fingers run under his short. He starred at me, a bit astonished, but did nothing. I slowly start rubbing my pelvic against his hardness. He smiled at me and groaned. He was so hard. He started to kiss me, slowly, trying to get enough breath. I got faster and faster, feeling him more and more against my wetness. I started to moan too, loudly. I wasn't thinking at the moment, I wanted him inside me, that was my goal.
We stopped with that, and robbed together, poky through the tube, till there was a bigger one we slid in. He sat up, let his fingers snuggle down my belly, along my belly button, to my jeans. He slowly started to open the button, the zip and helped me out of them. Now he had to feel my wetness, smell my moister. I sat up to, naked only wearing a lace string tanga. I put my fingers in his shorts, helping him out of them.
It was the first time in my life I saw a man with such a cock. I mean I had seen some cocks before when we 'observed' the football team under the shower, but this one ... boy ... when I you think that you've seen a cock before, you really surprised at this one. He was so big. He put down my string tanga, moving between my legs slowly. I will also never forget the dialog we had at this moment:
'Parker ... I have a question ... I mean ... just ... ah ...'
'Stay calm Jarod, don't be nervous! I have never done it before. I wanted you to be my first Jarod, only you!'
I smiled, I had to smile shyly. After that I put his hand on my wetness.
'Jarod that was you? You made me so wet down there, and wanting you so badly!'
He didn't know what to say at all.
'Come Jarod ... please'
'Parker it's only I don't want to hurt you ...'
'You will not hurt me Jarod, I am a big girl now!' - we both had to giggle softly.
Slowly I felt the top of his penis gliding against my clit, I moaned and he moaned. Absolutely slowly, with such a lot of feeling, he glide inside me. Well it hurt like a bitch, but I didn't care about it at all. He kissed me when he was inside me. I think he had felt the small barrier inside me, he had to break through. My breath became more and more heavy, faster and I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. I kissed him when me moved out and in again, moaning and groaning against each others cheeks.
I felt that I start trembling inside. I get a bit louder, my moans louder, faster and more often. He became faster with his moves, master and with more grace. It felt so good. My climax got higher and higher, I started to tuck my long nails into his back, scratching a bit, not willing to but I couldn't resist. I felt my spasm against his cock, which was still moving inside and outside me, with passion. But shortly after me, he came, collapsed on my chest, moaning against my ear, licking his lips before kissing me hard, dancing fast with my tongue, caressing my nipples with his fingers – and I was coming again.
After he went out of me, I felt like a woman, not a girl anymore. Now I was a woman. Unfortunately it should be the last time for a long time that I felt a real woman. He always loved me the way I've been.
When he pulled out, he saw the blood there and was shocked. I hugged him tight, telling him that this is normal, and he should never spend a thought that there was the possibility that he hurt me. I also told him that he is really big, and that I had never seen such a good built guy before. And I told him that I will ever love him, forever and ever.
Forever and ever ... times have changed. Haven't they?
Forever .... ever? What does it mean now?
I was the hunter and he normally starts to run away as fast as possible when I came near him. But he was the only one who ever cared about me. He always asks me who I am, not caring if I'm in a good mood or like mostly in a bad one. He was the one who cared about me and sent me Thommy. Oh god Thommy, what would I do to be next to you now, able to forget what happened ...
But when I would be away, who could try to catch Jarod? Lyle this male slut? Now I can't leave Jarod now, he needs me and now I need him too.
1 "Parker wake up!" he said with his soft voice. Have I dreamed? Where am I?
I slowly opened my eyes and saw him, I felt his hand next to mine, holding mine softly.
"What happened Jarod?" I asked him, in the nicest and loveliest voice I could think of at the moment.
"You just ... well I am not sure ... fall asleep during I cleaned your wounds." He said, putting a smile on his lips.
"How do you feel Parker?"
" Well Jarod ... I am not sure ... my whole body hurts badly."
"I know Parker, I know. I had to stitch some parts on your inner thighs and you have a bad cut on your lower belly. We have to take care of you. But at all ... well ... maybe one ... but the wounds will heel fastly, and you'll not be scarred."
I saw his eyes, glared and tired. I move to the side a bit, to let him sit next to me, to lay down next to me.
"Catch some sleep my big teddy bear. We'll run far away tomorrow morning." – what more should I say. I tried to calm him down, but he started crying and I know why. He cared about me, couldn't me see like this, bloody and of course still naked. I slowly moved the blanked around us, both of us.
"Get out of your trousers Jarod. I know you don't like sleeping in them and I don't mind."
He nodded and slowly got out of them, not wanting to touch my skin.
"Jarod can you hold me this night? I don't want to be alone tonight, not tonight! I have been to much alone in my life." I started to cry too.
He turned around, faced me and than he turned that my back laid to his chest, he put an arm around me and rocked me softly, till I fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC soon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Small preview: Don't think that it's as simple as it seems to be! It will be more complicate than I have ever been able to think of. Why me I always have to think ... it's not only that I got rapped .... it's ....
R&R please .... some ideas, questions? mail to: miss.parker@gmx.at
I am really waiting for more R&R because it's my first fan fiction I have ever published. It's not my mother tongue so excuse mistakes please.
Rate: NC-17 in my mind, but some will it maybe take as PG, better higher than to low. (
Disclaimer: they all doesn't belong to me ... only the thoughts and ideas are mine.
Chapter 3
Let's remember what was first
I was laying there on the bad, not wanting to move in any directions. I closed my eyes slowly, not wanting to remember anything ....
"Parker, you are a strong woman. Now be this special woman for me Parker!" he said when he came back from the bathroom with something in his hand.
" I know that it will hurt badly, but we have to clean it up. We don't want you to get an infection. Don't we?"
I was only able to shake my head and smiled at him. I know he was uncomfortable but what shall I do?
"Have you drunken some of the Vodka?"
"Of course! It was a good idea to get one Jarod. Thanks for all you do to me!"
It was the first time since a long time that I said 'thank you' to him
I felt his fingers on my skin with something wet beneath his fingers. Oh my god ... his fingers and touches are so soft!
"Oh ... " I could only scream at the moment he touched my naked belly. I haven't seen my skin yet, and I really don't want to see it. It's enough to feel it!
"I know Parker it really hurts! Do you want more Vodka?"
I was only able to nod slowly. It was enough for today. I only wanted to run away as fast as possible, to forget what happened, to forget my whole life ... or?
I put more Vodka into my mouth, more and more ... slowly I closed my eyes, feeling nothing anymore. I only feel his fingers on my skin, not knowing if it was just a dream or not, reality for just a reflection of the past. I don't want to open my eyes now, let me dream this dream, let me get to the one day in the past back, I really felt comfortable being Mary Eve Parker. The one day I really loved to hear somebody call me Mary after my mum died.
Oh god I feel his fingers on my breaths, and this feeling in my stomach again, this tickling ....
Oh god it's like years ago. How old have I been ? Maybe 16 I think, he was older than me maybe 18 or so. It was the first time I came home from boarding school since about 2 years, but I hadn't seen him for more than 3. We were both kids when we saw each other the last time, yeah kids.
I came home and asked Daddy if it's possible for me to see Jarod. He said now because J. would be busy at the moment running SIMs. I was crying all the night. Hey I was just 16, getting more and more a woman even if nobody seemed to notice it, not even Daddy.
Angelo knocked on the vet system and asked me what my problem was, and I told him. He showed me one of his big smiles – I will never forget this smile – and he told me that I should be here tomorrow at 10pm and we'll go to see Jarod.
I could jump because of happiness. On the next day I stood a long time in front of my mirror with various combinations of cloths - skirts and blouses, trousers and shirts. Hey we were in the 80s, fashion was more important than ever even if it was a horrible one. If I think about it today, I had really a crush on him. Or?
Well I decided to wear skinny trousers, they fit me perfectly and a short top, as short as legal. It was only hiding my breaths, so not to much to day because they weren't big at all, small ones just my whole body. I mean I was big at that age, bigger than many others at my class but with the smallest breaths.
I couldn't wait till 10pm. I was counting seconds. When Angelo knocked on the vet system and I climbed in it, I was absolutely nervous. What would he say? Would I recognise me? But my self-confidence grew with every centimetre I came nearer to his room. I remembered were it was clearly. Angelo left me just before it and went back to his room. I robbed to the end of the 'tunnel' and slowly, shyly knocked. He looked around the room, wondering where it comes from. But a second later our eyes connected. Oh ... these eyes ... I was stunned. I'd really missed him through all the years, even if he wasn't the only guy who had been around me. I mean at boarding school a lot of boys wanted me to go out or do something more but I wasn't really interested in them. Well I had been out with some, but I didn't really like them.
He told me with his fingers I should wait a minute. Hey it was after 10pm. He wasn't alone, wasn't he? Had the Center created a girlfriend for him? Was he sharing his bed with another girl than me? I hadn't stopped thinking when he put down the end of the "tunnel" and climbed into it too. I asked him shyly why he didn't let me into his room, and he just answered that it's not secure in there. And that I should go to the end of this tube and wait there for him. I did it, and I waited. I could feel his eyes on my back, and of course on my ass. I would have done everything to read his thoughts. I stopped and waited for him. He told me I should go to room 27.56 but I'd never heard of this one. I turned around and asked him if he couldn't go first. He nodded slowly and tried to climb over me to go ahead.
Oh my god ...
I could feel his breath on my flat belly, his arms on each side of my ribcage. Oh boy these eyes, in chocolate colour. Slowly he moved up, till I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, his eyes met mine. I couldn't resist, I was just 16. I pulled him down to me, my hands were around his strong ribcage. I could feel the muscles through the tshirt. I slowly put my lips to his. My goodness he tasted like chocolate and strawberries, ice- cream and bubblegum. He didn't close his yes, I did – of course. I slowly opened my mouth. He was just such a shy guy. I am sure it was his first time, kissing a woman, laying on a woman – and now I am a woman, am I? Well I pulled him nearer, he should feel my small breaths against his strong rips. He should know how much I needed him.
Well I had opened my mouth, and he did nothing. I slowly let tangle my tongue around his soft lips, hoping to get the permission to go into his mouth. Absolutely shyly he opened his mouth, starring at my all the time. I let my tongue glide inside it, and roused his own one. But suddenly he pulled away. I opened my eyes, in panic of course. What have I done was my only thought!
But he came back to my face, whispering in my ear that he had never done something like that before. I could feel his hardness between my legs, he was just wearing sport trousers, short ones. My god the first time I felt something like that, it seemed to be so big. Wasn't it? He was so cute, whispering in my ear that he would want to touch my belly with his hands if I would allowed him to. I only kissed him passionately, with tongue now of course. He was a bloody good kisser, even if he had never kissed like that before. I felt the wetness between my legs slowly, when his hands moved down to my belly – he never broke up the eye contact.
I was shuddering when his fingers touched my white skin. 'I like this blue shirt' he told me in his shy and deep voice. I had really missed this eyes, he had become so male since I saw him last.
Slowly I guided his fingers under my shirt. He looked at me with these warm, brown teddy eyes and I could resist to pull him back to kiss me. He laid tightened next to me, the tube was small, only for a person and not for two. He kissed me hard, sucking all the breath out of my lungs and with his hand he slowly caressed my breaths. I asked him if I should get out of the tshirt and he nodded with this teddy bear smile I loved such a lot. His fingers tickled a bit on my bare chest. He told me that he had never touched a woman before but that Syd had given him 2 books about woman, but the pics in there weren't so beautiful than I was. Wasn't he a charming person?
I was 16, absolutely wet at the moment between my thighs and wanting him. I lay there, waiting what he would do next but we just kissing me. Well it wasn't just kissing, it was more than kissing it was like ... like ... like ... breathing!
Shyly like I was I put my tshirt away and under my head, and guided his mouth down my nipples. There are as dark as his eyes. He started to snuggle them, start to suck hard. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to moan loudly and when I did it he looked at me shocked. I just smiled and begged that he should go back where he had been before. He sucked the one and snuggled the other with his fingers. I was absolutely wet. I had never a man inside me, but at the moment I wanted nothing more than that. I will never forget the sentences he told me when he looked up to my face, his chin on my right nipple, his right hand on my hip. – 'Mary Eve would you allow me to suck your beautiful breaths forever? They are so wonderful, so full, the fit you so well Mary!' These were the most wonderful words I was ever told, till today, the day after I was rapped. It was the day after it, wasn't it?
I just nodded with a big smile on my lips when he told me that. I hugged him, kissed him and he moved his pelvic between my legs. It was easier this way and I had a bit more room for my hands. He kissed me more and more passionate, demanding.
I could feel his hardness pulling against my jeans. Could he feel how wet he made me?
I moved my hands on his ass, slowly letting my fingers run under his short. He starred at me, a bit astonished, but did nothing. I slowly start rubbing my pelvic against his hardness. He smiled at me and groaned. He was so hard. He started to kiss me, slowly, trying to get enough breath. I got faster and faster, feeling him more and more against my wetness. I started to moan too, loudly. I wasn't thinking at the moment, I wanted him inside me, that was my goal.
We stopped with that, and robbed together, poky through the tube, till there was a bigger one we slid in. He sat up, let his fingers snuggle down my belly, along my belly button, to my jeans. He slowly started to open the button, the zip and helped me out of them. Now he had to feel my wetness, smell my moister. I sat up to, naked only wearing a lace string tanga. I put my fingers in his shorts, helping him out of them.
It was the first time in my life I saw a man with such a cock. I mean I had seen some cocks before when we 'observed' the football team under the shower, but this one ... boy ... when I you think that you've seen a cock before, you really surprised at this one. He was so big. He put down my string tanga, moving between my legs slowly. I will also never forget the dialog we had at this moment:
'Parker ... I have a question ... I mean ... just ... ah ...'
'Stay calm Jarod, don't be nervous! I have never done it before. I wanted you to be my first Jarod, only you!'
I smiled, I had to smile shyly. After that I put his hand on my wetness.
'Jarod that was you? You made me so wet down there, and wanting you so badly!'
He didn't know what to say at all.
'Come Jarod ... please'
'Parker it's only I don't want to hurt you ...'
'You will not hurt me Jarod, I am a big girl now!' - we both had to giggle softly.
Slowly I felt the top of his penis gliding against my clit, I moaned and he moaned. Absolutely slowly, with such a lot of feeling, he glide inside me. Well it hurt like a bitch, but I didn't care about it at all. He kissed me when he was inside me. I think he had felt the small barrier inside me, he had to break through. My breath became more and more heavy, faster and I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. I kissed him when me moved out and in again, moaning and groaning against each others cheeks.
I felt that I start trembling inside. I get a bit louder, my moans louder, faster and more often. He became faster with his moves, master and with more grace. It felt so good. My climax got higher and higher, I started to tuck my long nails into his back, scratching a bit, not willing to but I couldn't resist. I felt my spasm against his cock, which was still moving inside and outside me, with passion. But shortly after me, he came, collapsed on my chest, moaning against my ear, licking his lips before kissing me hard, dancing fast with my tongue, caressing my nipples with his fingers – and I was coming again.
After he went out of me, I felt like a woman, not a girl anymore. Now I was a woman. Unfortunately it should be the last time for a long time that I felt a real woman. He always loved me the way I've been.
When he pulled out, he saw the blood there and was shocked. I hugged him tight, telling him that this is normal, and he should never spend a thought that there was the possibility that he hurt me. I also told him that he is really big, and that I had never seen such a good built guy before. And I told him that I will ever love him, forever and ever.
Forever and ever ... times have changed. Haven't they?
Forever .... ever? What does it mean now?
I was the hunter and he normally starts to run away as fast as possible when I came near him. But he was the only one who ever cared about me. He always asks me who I am, not caring if I'm in a good mood or like mostly in a bad one. He was the one who cared about me and sent me Thommy. Oh god Thommy, what would I do to be next to you now, able to forget what happened ...
But when I would be away, who could try to catch Jarod? Lyle this male slut? Now I can't leave Jarod now, he needs me and now I need him too.
1 "Parker wake up!" he said with his soft voice. Have I dreamed? Where am I?
I slowly opened my eyes and saw him, I felt his hand next to mine, holding mine softly.
"What happened Jarod?" I asked him, in the nicest and loveliest voice I could think of at the moment.
"You just ... well I am not sure ... fall asleep during I cleaned your wounds." He said, putting a smile on his lips.
"How do you feel Parker?"
" Well Jarod ... I am not sure ... my whole body hurts badly."
"I know Parker, I know. I had to stitch some parts on your inner thighs and you have a bad cut on your lower belly. We have to take care of you. But at all ... well ... maybe one ... but the wounds will heel fastly, and you'll not be scarred."
I saw his eyes, glared and tired. I move to the side a bit, to let him sit next to me, to lay down next to me.
"Catch some sleep my big teddy bear. We'll run far away tomorrow morning." – what more should I say. I tried to calm him down, but he started crying and I know why. He cared about me, couldn't me see like this, bloody and of course still naked. I slowly moved the blanked around us, both of us.
"Get out of your trousers Jarod. I know you don't like sleeping in them and I don't mind."
He nodded and slowly got out of them, not wanting to touch my skin.
"Jarod can you hold me this night? I don't want to be alone tonight, not tonight! I have been to much alone in my life." I started to cry too.
He turned around, faced me and than he turned that my back laid to his chest, he put an arm around me and rocked me softly, till I fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC soon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Small preview: Don't think that it's as simple as it seems to be! It will be more complicate than I have ever been able to think of. Why me I always have to think ... it's not only that I got rapped .... it's ....
R&R please .... some ideas, questions? mail to: miss.parker@gmx.at