Hello Stranger

We didn’t speak on the walk. Words had nothing to say.

My footsteps were loud and hers were light. She was a bundle of energy coiled up tight. Stunning. Innocent and fresh.

The streets were empty and familiar, but the journey was alien in the most beautiful of ways with her at my side. Her eyes were soaking in everything. Every nook and cranny, door and window. Every turn in the road.

Mine were all on her.

King Street approached quickly. She stayed right by my side as I put my key in the lock, barely stepping ahead of me as I gestured her inside.

If the journey home had seemed alien, it was nothing compared to seeing that girl in my hallway, staring up at me with sparkling eyes.

She blustered, and stumbled over her words, prosecco confidence dissipating just as soon as she was in my space.

“I need a minute,” I told her, and she nodded, gaze shooting around the hallway as I headed upstairs.

Olivia was waiting. Mum was asleep.

My thank yous were brief, and I could tell she was curious, glancing back over her shoulder as she headed to the stairs with me following.

I could almost feel the shock from her as she registered Chloe downstairs, and Chloe was shocked in return, dithering a little as Olivia raised her hand in a wave and said her goodbyes.

I stood still as she closed the door behind her. Silence.

My stare burned bright for Chloe as hers burned right back. A long moment of pause in that beautiful tension, and her heart was racing along with mine. I could sense it.

I didn’t explain Olivia. Didn’t say a word. Just stepped up close and tipped her face up to mine. My touch was firm and definite, and my lips were definite to match, pressing tight to hers before my tongue pushed in hard.

She murmured in the sweetest way, relaxing into my kiss as I took control, her shoulders dropping and her chest pressing to mine. Her arms snaked up and mine snaked down. I held her tight and her fingers stroked at my neck, then stilled.

I walked her backwards, my tongue still claiming hers. I pressed her against the wall and slipped my hands around her waist.

She tensed.

Self-conscious.

A skittish little sparrow fluttering at my touch.

I pulled away from the kiss far enough to stare eye to eye, and sure enough she was self-conscious. I could feel the thrum of timidity as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Tell me how you’re feeling. We can slow things.”

“Please, no,” she said. “I’m just a bit…”

She dropped her gaze, and I felt the slam in my ribs. Such a beautiful little thing consumed by nerves.

Her humility only made her all the more stunning.

She shrugged, and those edgy fingers of hers met in front of her to do their twisting.

“Nervous,” she said, with a little giggle as her cheeks flamed pink. “I’m, um…” She took a breath. “I’ve only been with my boyfriend, and it wasn’t very…”

Another slam in my ribs as I realised just how inexperienced this little sparrow was.

Again, that inexperience only made her all the more stunning.

“There’s no need to feel nervous,” I told her, and brushed her cheek. I used the moment to reiterate my warning. “I told you my life isn’t what you’d expect. Please be prepared for that.”

“I don’t care,” she said, and she meant it.

I slipped her coat from her shoulders and she let it fall. Her dress was a delight on her, fitting perfectly, the darkness of the blue hugging her tight. I hitched it up, slowly, trailing my fingers up her thighs as I went, and she closed her eyes, breaths quickening.

I kissed her neck, teeth nipping as I peppered my way down to her collarbone, and further, dropping to my knees as her dress hitched higher around her hips. She was wearing black lace, slick to her pussy. Her scent was divine as I pressed my mouth to her wetness. Her thighs were quivering as my tongue lapped at her slit through the lace, and I realised then, in that flash of a moment, that I was lost to everything but consuming that girl. I tugged the lace to the side, and she was soft and delicious, those wet lips ripe for my tongue. I splayed her, and there was the hard little nub of her clit, begging.

A sweep of my tongue made her gasp. The flicks made her push against my face.

The suck and the nip made her buck. Self-consciousness fading under the need.

I got back to my feet after the tease, and her mouth was waiting, kiss desperate.

I hitched her up against me, and her legs wrapped around my waist, instinct loud enough to scream, body to body as I carried her through to the living room. I dropped her down into the chair and I raised her legs over the arms, thighs spread wide.