The Strange House - Part 6 (Patreon)

I jolted awake in the middle of the night. At least I think it was night. Checking my phone told me it was six AM, and looking outside my window I saw that it was still dark. Until I saw two hazel-green eyes looking through my window. Faith! But it was Friday? She wasn’t due for another day. I didn’t question it, I moved to the window and hurried it open, letting her crawl in.

“Did you fly up to my window?” I asked in a hushed voice so as not to wake my parents up, eager to learn more of her being.

“No no. I can’t fly. I can jump pretty convincingly, though,” she said, holding out her arms as I helped her coat off, gently putting it over my gaming chair. She was dressed in a tight set of black pants, and some asymmetric gray top that she wore loosely around her shoulders. It looked awfully cold. I then remembered she didn’t freeze.

“I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow,” I whispered.

“I got back early, so I just had to come visit,” she said, eagerly pushing me back on my bed. I was so weak compared to her, I flew back and her mouth was soon on mine. She laid flat on top of me as she feasted on my lips, completely swooning me in the process. 

“God,” I whispered between kisses.

“No. Faith,” she chuckled at me, leaning down to rest her head on my naked chest after ravaging me. Her hair felt so soft against my bare skin.

“Mom and Dad are very grateful you took care of me,” I whispered. “I didn’t tell them,” I quickly added when she looked up at me.

“I know you didn’t,” she said.

“Dad wanted to thank you himself. I think he’s taking it pretty hard… that he couldn’t be there for me,” I said.

“He’s a sweet man,” Faith muttered. “I’ll make sure to use the front door tomorrow.”

I chuckled a bit at that. “He said you’re part of the family.”

“Of course I am. I’m your sister, remember?” Faith teased. “Or is that gross now?”

“Maybe,” I said. Faith nodded. “I just can't get over that you’re actually a vampire.”

“Does it bother you?” Faith asked.

“No, it’s awesome,” I said in full honesty. “There is still so much I want to ask you though.”

“I know. But I can’t stay long. I have to go soon,” she explained.

“I know,” I muttered, as she stood from the bed. The sun wasn’t far away.

She eyed my duvet, and picked the head end of it, dragging it up my body, resting it under my chin, before shoving it around me with her fingers, tucking me in. Almost like a child.

“There you go. Safe and sound under your blanket. Where you’re, in fact, unreachable,” she said with amusement. “I saw you do that one time. Hiding under your blanket when you saw me.”

“Faith. How do you look so… sun struck? If you’re a vampire, wouldn’t you be pale?” I asked, looking towards her naked shoulder that looked pretty tan to me. Her freckles too were the types you got from working a field all day, or hung out on a beach.

“I was fortunate to have worked on my tan for a bit before I was turned. By some miracle, I was in pretty good shape too. I got a great ass, let me tell you,” Faith said, standing up. My eyes were automatically drawn towards her tight pants and how it hugged her wide hips and muscled shapes of her hips underneath, and indeed her ass.

“You do?” I asked, like a stupid little kid. I had no idea how to react to… lewdness.

“Hell yeah. I used to squat and do deadlifts like a maniac. Want to feel it? A little squeeze before I go?” she asked, slowly turning around, with the seductress smirk on her, as she more or less presented her ass to me right in my face.

“I can?” I asked, looking from her face to the round butt in front of me, only inches away from my face.

“I would be a lousy girlfriend if not,” Faith said with a low chuckle, taking her hands to the hem of her pants. Woah, she'd let me touch her ass bare? Unless she wore underwear of course.

As if in slow motion, Faith lowered her tight black pants, exposing her flawless tanned cheeks, inch by inch. I had never thought I'd be so close to someone's bare rear end, much less to feel and admire it, much less to see how it rippled as it was exposed to me, especially when she tugged her pants beneath her cheeks. The shape of her ass was immaculate!

“Go ahead. But no biting, or I'm not getting home tonight,” Faith said in a sensual whisper. 

I reached forward, using my thumb and forefinger to gently knead her ass cheek, amazed at how soft it was. Muscled, but smooth as silk. Warm. Inviting. It woke an urge within me to grab her by the hips and shove her whole ass down on my face and just devour everything between the delicious cleft of her magnificent ass. I almost felt drunk from having something so succulent and rich right in front of me. I had never felt such an urge before. Instead, I felt around her cheeks with my hands.

“Mmm, how nice it feels to have hands other than your own down there. And those hands being yours just makes it perfect. Makes the skin feel tingly. Is it any good for you, being your first time touching a naked ass like this?” Faith asked the question, knowing the answer. She just wanted me to say it. And I was happy to do so.

“Yes. It’s amazing. And thank you,” I said as I stopped my assault on her as she pulled her pants up.

“There you go. Bye bye now. I'll see you tomorrow,” Faith said, moving over to the window. With a smile and a wink, she climbed out. With a woosh, I knew she had left for her cave. I immediately checked for when the sun would set.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I laid back on my pillow. I had no chance of sleeping now.

When Mom and Dad walked in the kitchen the next morning, I greeted them with the widest smile, serving pancakes to the three of us. I had never tried corn cakes, and pancakes seemed much easier. They returned my joy, but both looked curiously at me.

“What got you up so early?” Mom asked with suspicion hidden under her appreciative smile.

“What, a son can make his parents a much deserved breakfast?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Yes, of course not,” Mom said. Dad shrugged his peace, and sat down.

“I’m taking today off work,” Dad said. “And what I mean by that, I’m starting later. I hope to catch Faith before I go, if she stops by. Do you know when that is, perhaps?”

“I don’t. Actually, she doesn’t have a phone, so I’m not sure if I can even ask her,” I said.

“What kind of girl in her twenties these days doesn't have a phone?” Dad chuckled, but didn’t push it as he was busy slurping the remnants of his pancakes down. “Well, I’m off. Mind helping me with that damn root out back later, kiddo?” 

I gave Dad a nod. “I thought you started later today?” I then asked.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not starting now as well. Gotta make those hours back,” Dad said with a grunt, getting up from his chair, giving me a wave, kissing Mom on the head before leaving. 

I wondered if that was something I could do with Faith. She was always the one who initiated the physical stuff, while I didn’t mind it, I wondered if she’d be okay if I were to touch her other than when she asked me to. With little experience, I was scared to make wrong steps with her. But Faith was just so inviting to… touch. To do stuff to. Maybe I was too shy for those types of things, but I knew I wanted it. Badly. And with Faith. Visions of her ass filled my mind again. Her naked ass. How smooth it was, and how–

“What you thinking about there, sweetie?” Mom asked, reminding me where I was. “You look so thoughtful.”

“Erh, I don’t know,” I said, blushing a bit.

“Oh I think you do. Don’t worry, I know not to pry. Just be careful, okay?” Mom said, with a knowing smirk.

“Of what?” I asked.

“I’m starting to realize girl-advice has been lacking from your upbringing. Don’t knock anyone up. I’m too young to be a grandmother,” Mom said bluntly.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, turning beet red. “I don’t think… I don’t think that will be a problem. Thanks… for the advice, though.”

‘Note to self, ask Faith if she can get pregnant,’ I thought, knowing I’d never muster the courage to ask something so private. But then again, if she was my girlfriend, then surely having sex was part of the equation? Like way down the line? Just the thought of having sex with someone as precious, as cool and as awesome as Faith, made my whole body tingle weirdly. I don’t know if I had ever felt something like this towards Anna. I was starting to question why I had ever bothered with her at all, or if I had ever liked her truly. Maybe it was just because she was pretty. Hot. Sexy. All that. And here I thought I was beyond all that superficial stuff.

“Mom,” I suddenly asked. “How does a relationship remain successful?”

“Oh darling,” Mom said. “Easy. Communication. Even about the hard stuff, it is alway important to be able to talk out things, especially if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Do you and Dad talk about stuff?” I asked.

“Of course. Is there something in particular that you’re wondering about?” Mom asked. “Faith seem like a reasonable person so if–”

“No, no. I was just asking. I have no clue what to do, honestly.”

“Just try to be open minded and don’t stress too much. Is it a problem that she’s older, perhaps?” she asked.

“No. Not at all. I kinda like it, actually,” I confessed. Realizing I said that out loud, I shot to my feet. “I’m gonna go… game.”

*

“Don’t let your mother know I said this, but honestly, fuck this root,” Dad panted. 

We had dug several feet around it, but no matter how many shovels of dirt we removed, more dirt just spilled on top of it. To combat this, we tried to remove dirt, then use momentum to yank the bastard out. Nope. Stubborn as hell, this one.

“You hold, I punch?” I suggested. Dad nodded his approval of the joke.

“Maybe we should put one between its eyes,” he muttered, a big fan of mobster movies. “Or give the bastard cement feet and dump him in the ocean.”

“Or we can arrange some kinda suicide by cops?” I joked, getting a bark out of my dad.

I went over the back porch and found the thermos with coco on, pouring both of us a cup. Dad usually drank coffee, but the doc had told him to ease up on the caffeine. His work was stressful enough, so he had to take it easy on his heart so it wouldn’t explode, as he put it himself. But it being cold out, I’m sure any warm beverage would help.

“Need a hand?” I heard a cheerful voice say, as Faith came around the house.

It felt like my whole body became light as feathers as I without thinking hurried over to hug her. It had been less than a day, but also a whole week just before that. It felt like it had been forever. And it felt even better when Faith squeezed back, letting me feel good and safe in her arms for a moment before we let go. Then I realized my behavior right in front of my dad. Social awkwardness was my middle name.

But Dad just gave one of his half-smiles, and nodded toward the root. “With that thing? Nah, I’ll think I have to get some contractor to come look at it. I have a buddy on the road crew that knows a thing or two about these bastards, pardon my French.”

“Down with the French,” Faith said, shaking her fist jokingly. “Here,” she said, turning her back to me, as I eagerly helped her with her coat.

Faith was pretty lightly clothed this time around. A meager top with a loose zipped up sweater on top, and tight workout pants. I knew better than to think she was freezing, no, I meant more that I was able to admire her figure more.

“I like your sweater,” I said.

“You do? Thanks!” Faith said, ruffling my hair. She then turned her attention to our problem.

“Honestly, you shouldn’t worry yourself,” Dad said.

“Nonsense, you’ve been dealing with this for weeks. Mind getting a chain or something? Try to find a good place to shoot the links through, then we’ll haul this bastard up,” Faith said, determined to help. 

“If you insist,” Dad said. “Buddy, go to the shed and find the thin, strong one.”

I walked over to the shed, leaving Dad and Faith. Looking over at them as I hurried over, I recognized Dad’s stance from hundreds of other talks he had with so many others. He had two stances; the one you didn’t want him to take, and the one where he rested his thumbs in his belt all relaxed like. That was his ‘talking among like-minded folk’ stance, which he donned now. I knew it was so he could talk to Faith as grown up to grown up. And I knew it was his way of accepting Faith as a part of us.

In the shed, I looked around a bit before I found the chain Dad had talked about. It was thin indeed, but heavy as balls, so I had to haul it out of there. After a few grunts I managed to yank it out, trip over and fall over on the wet ground, getting mud all over myself from the dirt we had chucked from the hole where we dug the root from. Suddenly, I felt two arms under my armpits and I was yanked to my feet. I thought for a second if it was Faith and her amazing strength, but it was actually my dad.

“You okay there, buddy?” he asked, slapping my shoulder, taking over the chain. Dad of course carried it without any problem at all.

“Yeah, but I’ll need a shower after,” I complained.

“Dirty boy,” Faith teased, causing me to turn beet red, and Dad to choke back a chuckle.

Dad then jumped into the hole, found a good place to loop the chain through and hooked it back so when we pulled the chain wouldn’t just slide on out. When Dad almost slipped himself on his way out of the hole, Faith quickly seized his bigger hand with her left, holding his upper arm with the other, helping him out of the hole. Dad nodded his thanks, and the two grabbed the chain, getting ready to pull.

“Logan, you better get in on this,” Faith said. I hurried over, grabbing the chain right behind my dad, and Faith in front of him again. “One, two, and three!”

And with a long holler from the three of us, the god damn root actually started to budge. Not only that, with some soft cracks and shuffles of dirt, the long arms and side arms of a giant ass root slithered its way out of the ground, revealing the most intricate web of branches I’d ever seen. No wonder we struggled, even as it had broken off at several joints. Dad exclaimed a victory ‘ahoy’, and Faith and I high fived. Finally, the stubborn thing was out of there. 

Just in time for spring too! With Faith, I actually eyed the romanticism of a pavilion with more enthusiasm than before. I knew I’d never watch the sunrise or the sunset with her, but we could look at the stars all night long, even if it rained. Except for the clouds. But with a blanket and some closeness? Could be good.

“You’re pretty strong,” Dad said, nodding at Faith. 

“Girl power!” Faith said, playfully flexing her impressive arm.

“You got that right,” Dad said.

Faith then took the lead for us to get in from the oncoming rain. Dad lingered back a few steps, muttering to me, “Nice catch, son.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that comment. Indeed Faith was. I knew her being so dangerous and powerful was something that should scare me, but I think it was part of what had drawn me to her in the first place. I had just been to stupid to realize it. I even saw Faith hide a small smirk as we entered the house. 

But as I had slipped and let myself get all dirty, Mom was indeed quick to send me up to shower. So I slinked upstairs, leaving Faith down with my parents. I knew they were big fans of hers, so it wouldn’t be a problem.

Looking in the mirror, I saw myself. As one would expect, rolling around in the wet dirt. But so much had changed, even in a short span of time. I looked like I always had. Scruffy brown hair, though a bit longer than it should’ve been. Steel-blue eyes. Faith had described me as both cute and handsome, but I didn’t really see me that way. I mean, who would, about themselves anyway? I wasn’t even all that tall. But, Faith was still pretty adamant in her affection.

I smiled a dorky smile, stripped, and jumped in the shower. Five minutes later, according to the waterproof radio we had in the shower, I felt warmer and cleaner. We even had one of those massage showers where the beams move and stuff, which was something I perhaps sometimes spent too much time enjoying. But through the soothing water trickling down my hair and to the rest of my body, I heard a small knock at the door.

“Yes?” I said.

“It’s me,” Faith said. “Just checking in.”

Just hearing her voice was enough for my heart to beat a little bit faster. Me being naked with just a door and a few feet in between us helped as well. I quickly turned off the shower so it wouldn’t drown us out. “I’m okay,” I said, stepping out to find my towel. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I think your parents like me,” Faith said through the door.

“Of course they do. You’re awesome,” I answered. I could almost hear Faith smile through the door. There was a small thud against the door as she leaned closer. For a moment, I wondered if Faith would be able to rip the door off its hinges if she wanted to.

“Anyway, I wanted to say I’ll wait for you in your room,” Faith said after a brief pause.

The last few times we had been in my room, it involved lots of kissing and last time I even got to feel her… her ass. So with her waiting in there, I was more than excited and eager to dry off quickly and make my way over there. And true to my hopes and dreams, on my bed was Faith resting on her back, her beautiful head propped on my own pillow, looking at me with a smile to die for and eyes to fall in love with. Which I think I was in the midst of doing.

“We’re playing chess,” Faith said, nodding towards the carton she had left on my desk, but making no move to retrieve it. I was about to close the door, when she quickly shot in, “Leave it 3 inches open. Mom’s law for me to be allowed to be here alone with you. I think she’s,” Faith then turned to a whisper, “suspicious of us.”

I smiled at that. I was happy Mom looked over me like that. Not that I would do anything that would warrant a closed door. Being a boyfriend was still foreign to me, and I had no idea what the ‘rules’ were. But the suggestion of the door remaining open did remind me of my desire to… I don’t know what exactly, but I wanted to touch Faith. Just let my hand glide across her glorious body. Feel how she was so perfect. And when she held out her arms for me to come over, I was more than happy to climb aboard.

“Come here, little one,” she said, as I lowered myself onto her.

Faith smoothly locked her long legs and her strong arms around me, pulling me down for one of her infamous kisses. I had never thought just a kiss could be enjoyed so much, but every time her lips met mine it was like my whole body reeled into a frenzy of glorious delight. On instinct, an instinct I didn’t know existed, I trailed my hands up along her body until I held Faith under her arms and up her back, panting eagerly through my nose as we made out.

Her tongue soon shoved into my mouth and quickly started to pump inside of me, thrusting mine aside as she violently discovered every corner of my mouth, dominating me in my own territory. Her ferociousness soon had an effect on me, though, and I could feel myself grow hard against her pelvis. I tried to pull away to avoid any awkwardness, but Faith was too strong. She gave a small chuckle among kisses, knowing full well of my predicament, and held me still. It only caused me to throb even harder, growing my desire for her stronger than anything I had ever felt before.

In a swift motion, Faith rolled me onto my back and was soon on top of me. But instead of continuing to kiss and eat me, she fell on top of me with a satisfied sigh, resting her head on my chest.

“I’ve missed you,” Faith muttered.

“And me you,” I said, stroking a hand along her back. Faith quickly rose in a seated position to open up her sweater and toss it away, then lay on me with nothing but her sleeveless top and tight pants on.

Even from where I laid with her on top of me, I had an amazing view of her ass. Ever since I had been allowed to touch it bare, I had been obsessed with it. But I also saw her naked arms and shoulders. Woah. She was quite muscular. Not like a huge bodybuilder, but certainly with a certain amount of fit muscle.

“Wow, you’re pretty strong,” I said to her, being way more confident in complimenting her now after a bunch of practice. “I mean, of course, but your arms are pretty impressive.”

“Thanks,” Faith said, giving my chest a tickling kiss. “Like I said, I was lucky before I got turned.”

That took me to the rest of everything I had been dying to ask her. And that was a whole lot. A bunch, in fact!

“Can I ask you about…” I started, but remembered to whisper as the door was still open, “ being a vampire?”

Faith sat up with a groan, turning so that we could sit face to face. She nodded, “Shoot.”

“It’s funny, I’ve been thinking about all I wanted to ask, but now that I’m here, I don’t know where to begin,” I offered. “So you’re immortal, right? Does that mean you can’t get hurt?”

“Again, you ask about stuff that concerns my wellbeing. Aren’t you perfect?” Faith asked cheerfully, making me feel all kinds of warm inside. “I can get hurt, but wounds heal pretty fast, unless I’m starving for days, then regeneration takes a bit. And I can’t really die from getting hurt in itself.”

“What about silver? I don’t have any jewelry, but should I avoid it?”

“Silver is not lethal, but it burns me and in spite of my pesky muscles, I actually can’t lift any amount of silver,” Faith said, with a playful pout. “Stakes are my kryptonite though. But not holy water. That is just superstition. And while garlic smells awful, it won’t stop me in any way.”

“Can you turn into a bat?” I asked, half jokingly.

“Nope,” Faith answered with a small laugh. “But I wish. Would make traveling in peace and quiet so much easier. And supersonic hearing? Then again, I’d be blind, and there is so much pretty out there to look at,” she said, her eyes obviously trailing me. A small tingling sensation washed through me. 

But I was a man on a curiosity mission. I wracked my brain for more questions. There was still so much to ask, but I couldn’t find any of it. My mind trailed back to the night when she had saved me. She said she had given me her blood. I had read that that would lead me to becoming a vampire, but as I had ventured outside several times since then, I had figured that one out myself.

“You gave me your blood, last Saturday, to heal me. How does that work?” I asked.

“Again, I’m not a scientist by any stretch, and there isn't a whole bunch of research on this other than anecdotal,” Faith explained. “But basically one of the effects is that my blood heals you. I can’t unbreak your bones and that stuff, but wounds and such can heal faster with the help of my blood. There are some theories about it being related to blood cells and how some vampires can manipulate how blood works, but who the fuck knows really. You had a lot of internal bleeding as well and you were out of it and stuff, so I had to feed it to you.”

I remembered. I had been so severely beaten that my clothes even had torn. My pants, and the shirt I had gotten as a gift from Faith were all ripped to pieces. To make it back without exposing myself, I even had to borrow clothes from her wast wardrobe.

“Wait, did you see me… naked?” I asked in shock. Nobody had, not in years! Except in gym class. There was one episode I’d rather not recollect, which led to me wearing swimming trunks in the showers for the rest of my years in high school. But let's say, it had left me pretty insecure.

“Yeah,” Faith admitted, but didn’t seem to have any misgivings about it. I looked at my hands to avoid eye contact, shame and humiliation welling in me, which led to Faith taking my hands, gently squeezing them. “Don’t worry. I was very impressed.”

I quickly looked up. “Really?” I asked with a huge sigh of relief. I had for years thought I was a freak or something. But Faith’s smile told me that she was indeed very happy with what I had. Unless she was being polite.

“Anna is missing out,” Faith said, leaning closer. “I won’t,” she whispered before leaning back again, turning to the door, reminded of our parameters.

Me, however, I wasn’t used to being talked to this way. While I liked it, I wasn’t sure how to react, or what to do to make it the right ‘response’ or whatever. Faith never seemed deterred by my insecurities though.

“You’re truly not scared, are you?” Faith then asked. Finally something I could leave her perplexed by. I guess it was only fair she got to ask a bit too. “So many think vampires are violent maniacs. Psychopaths. Killers. At least, that is the depiction we get in the media. What people actually believe is that we don’t even exist.”

“No, I’m not scared. I mean, I should be, but I think how… powerful… how powerful you are, I think that is part of what I like about you. I like that you’re so, yeah, powerful. Even before I knew you were a vampire. Aside from being kind, funny, smart, my best friend,” I said, quickly adding the rest, getting a beaming smile with dimples and teeth all alike. “… But have you?” I suddenly blurted out. I didn’t know if I wanted to know the answer, but it was out before I knewi t. Faith studied me, from one eye to the other, trying to find out the same thing. But I had asked for it, and she would answer per her promise.

“Killed? Yeah. Several times,” Faith asked. “How does that make you feel?”

“Not gonna lie, a bit uneasy,” I said. I didn’t fear for my own, but my upbringing was one with strict morals. “Did you… enjoy it?”

“Lions kill for food and for sport. Mostly I killed when I was young and fresh, and most importantly, confused. And in later years. So yes. Both out of necessity and because I wanted to kill. But those I’ve killed for ‘sport’ were only to people who I thought deserved it,” Faith explained, turning her gaze into an empty reminiscing one. “There are people on this earth who don't deserve to live. Is it mine to decide who lives and who doesn’t? I’ve come to terms with the true answer, which is no. If there is a God, it’s not me. I thought I was above the law’s of humans, but turns out killing folk can haunt even the wicked.”

My little bedroom fell quiet for a bit as we sat on each end of the bed. I guess it was good that she knew killing was wrong. I mean, it made sense. Without knowing entirely when she was born, the world had never been favorable towards women. And when she said she was young and fresh, I could guess she had some accidents when she… fed. It was still something I had to wrap my brain around. My girlfriend lived off of blood. But at least I had one. A girlfriend, that is.

“So… What do you do all week? What is it like being a vampire?” I asked.

“You sure you wanna know about the boring mundane life of being a business woman?” Faith asked with a smirk. “I work. I own a few business, and sometimes I need to travel to make sure they don’t fuck up. And as I can’t travel during the day, that limits me a bit. What, is a strong, financially independent woman scary to you?”

“No. Not at all… So have you ever faked your own death?” I asked, morbid in my curiosity. Faith laughed heartily at that.

“Yes, in fact I have. Several times,” she admitted. “A serial killer once ‘killed me’ in the sixties. I’ll spare you the details, but you should see his face when I later visited him in jail!”

“Hah!” I burst out laughing at that. I guess my sense of humor was a bit darker than I knew. I just truly didn’t expect something like that from someone as gorgeous as Faith. Elegant and eloquent as she was, for her to do something like that was morbidly funny.

“Made you laugh,” Faith said, leaning closer. “I’m glad we can talk and it not being just us kissing.”

“I like that too,” I said almost in reflex. “Talking and kissing.”

“Do you know?” Faith said.

Then Faith leaned forward and started to climb up my bed again, swaying back and forth with her wonderful assets that hovered behind her, soon filling my world once again with kisses and her beautiful body on top of me. I desperately wanted to touch and feel her, but I wasn’t sure what was allowed. Faith sensed it though. Without stopping for a moment from licking my tongue inside my own mouth with hers, Faith took one of my hands and guided it onto her ass, letting my other join on its own.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit awkward,” I said.

“It just makes it more fun to pry your modest, shy hands onto my juicy booty, then see how your eyes grow wild with surprise of how good an ass like this feels,” Faith purred into me. “Maul my cheeks, Logan. And tell me how pretty I am.”

A small moan escaped me as I dug into her ass with my hands. It indeed did surprise me how good it felt. It was like it was meant to be. My hands on her ass. It was just so firm, so shapely, and yet so smooth and delicate. Eagerness soon took over me, and my hands kneaded into her cheeks, feeling every crevice and every inch of her clothed cheeks. I wanted to sink my fingers underneath the hem of her pants to feel the real thing again, but I knew with the door open it would be too much of a risk. But I wanted to feel her toned, shapely ass in my fingers so bad, let her flesh fill my hands. Honestly, there was so much more that I wanted to do that didn’t involve my fingers at all.

Meanwhile, Faith moved down to my neck. I wondered if she intended to bite me, but instead I felt her wet tongue tickle along my neck, up and down until she moved up to my mouth and shoved her tongue forcibly into my mouth with growing ferocity. While my hands were busy groping her, she moved hers up the sides to cup my face with one hand, and to squeeze my chest with the other.

“You… you’re amazing,” I moaned, with my forehead against hers. “So amazing. And pretty.”

“So are you. I can’t get enough,” Faith moaned with dripping hunger, kissing the tip of my nose before flicking it with her tongue. “I want you so bad, you have no idea. There have been several times when we met before when I just wanted to rip into you. Or pin you down and rape your virginity out of you, watching your eyes plead for mercy,” Faith said, with a certain glint in her eyes. A look I had seen before. Now I knew what it meant.

My eyes widened with shock, which seemed to entice her more. While I knew it was a threat of something violent… I wasn’t scared. In fact, the way she spoke of me was kinda flattering. Very flattering, I think. Deep down, I wanted her to do just that; take me, and forcibly so. My erection had grown to its peak now, just from her words and how she treated my face and neck with her lips and tongue. But Faith wasn’t done.

“Would you like that? If I put a hand over your mouth as I took you right here? In your own bed with your parents just downstairs? Maybe you like a dominant woman indeed?” Faith asked, looking into my eyes with her kind eyes, with her words being anything but kind, yet fuelling my lust for this fantastic woman. “Someone who takes charge, who makes your life just a bit easier?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“What’s that?” Faith asked, sinking her face closer so I saw only her freckles, her eyes framed by her eyelashes. “Yes what?”

“I don’t know. All of it, everything,” I said, looking up at Faith with want. No. With need.

“The door is open. What if Mom comes through?” Faith challenged. Was this really happening? Would Faith really take me right here and now? And with her hand muffling whatever noises I’d make while she did whatever she pleased? I clung to her cheeks for dear life, finally relenting to my wish that Faith would just do it.

Faith, while studying my face with intensity, looking into my slightly scared eyes, removed her hand from my chest and slowly crawled it up to my mouth, locking it in place. My heartrate shot through the roof. I felt like I was going to faint. My eyes would’ve rolled into the back of my head if it didn’t feel like a death sentence to avert Faith’s gaze.

With a glance at the door, Faith moved her other hand to my pajama pants, and without hesitation she shoved her long delicate fingers into my boxers wrapping around my cock. Her fingers around me felt incredible. Soft and warm, caressing me in my privates. While I felt awkward, I didn’t want her to remove her hand either. She didn’t do anything beyond that yet, though, except giving a few squeezes as if to test its firmness. It felt utterly amazing, feeling a hand on me for the first time.

“I’m not going to rape you,” Faith whispered. “But I can give you a little taste of what I can do.”

I slowly nodded, still with her palm firmly pressed against my mouth. Whatever she did, I was sure it would be amazing. Faith looked over her shoulder and saw that there was still no one in the door, nor were there any sounds of anyone coming up the stairs. With the confirmation she needed, she moved her hand to grip just beneath head, so that her thumb and index finger rubbed just under the ridge. Then slowly, with her hazel-green eyes piercing into mine, she moved her hand up a bit, then down. 

A muffled moan escaped me as I had never felt something so good. The female touch wrapped around my dick. The female touch of none other than Faith. Slowly, almost painfully so, she moved her grip up and down a few times, but it was still way too much for me. But with her hand on my mouth I couldn’t warn her.

Breathing hard through my nose, writhing under her grip, I saw Faith understand and smiled. “Come on, Logan. Be a good boy for me and cum hard for me,” she moaned in a low, and so dangerously seductive voice. I was happy to oblige. Not that I would be able to stop it if I wanted to. Even with the slow pace she kept, it was inevitable.

It was weird, really. Even as I was about to finish into the climax of a lifetime, there were no stars or fireworks, only those eyes. Only Faith. Only her perfect smile that left me both helpless and fulfilled. My orgasm quickly built inside of me, her touch guiding the way. I felt my erection swell up, and suddenly it was happening. Faith never stopped, jerking me meticulously as the first pulse shot through, coating her hand with thick white semen.

With my jaw dropped into a silent gasp, and my eyes barely staying open, Faith didn't stop until a small groan was forced from my lungs after what seemed like forever. All strength was sapped from me and I collapsed under Faith, breathing through Faith's hand. It was so intense. It felt like I was cumming for minutes, and I probably was, and so much.

“That's my baby,” she cooed happily, undeterred that I had shot a huge clinging load onto her hand, and was still unloading onto her fingers. Probably myself too. She kept up the pace until I was completely drained and drowsy. Finally she moved her hand from my mouth, while also releasing my now sensitive semi-erect cock. I was still panting and gasping, even as I felt so sleepy suddenly. Groggy. And with a light tremble in the after shock.

“Shit,” I mumbled at a loss of words, fighting to stay awake as it felt like all my energy had been drained out of me.

“I'm glad you liked it,” Faith said cheerfully, seeming truly happy with her work.

“You're amazing… Just fantastic,” I muttered through my pants, feeling on the verge of sleep. I felt my whole body tremble as I basked in a drowsy bliss of post-orgasm.

“Keep it up like that, and you're getting a round two,” Faith smiled.

I was about to, but then we heard someone walk up the stairs. My heart froze. But luckily, they stopped halfway, and called the rest.

“You guys down to watch a movie?” Mom asked. “We’re putting on popcorn.”

“Y-yeah sure, Mom,” I said, still with strain in my voice. Faith had really done me over. If I wasn't in love before, I surely am now.

“You okay sweetie?" Mom asked.

“Yeah, just perfect,” I called back, earning me a peck on the cheek from Faith. I heard Mom go downstairs.

“Let's get cleaned and head down,” Faith said.

*

I was pretty much still out of it by the time we made it down. Luckily, Faith took the lead, taking on the small talk and the initiative of choosing a movie. Some cop movie, as Dad loved those. Not that any of us watched the movie a whole lot. Mom and Faith seemed to hit it off immediately, especially as it seemed like they both had the same taste in art. Mom had been to an art show in New Orleans a while ago, and apparently Faith had been there too.

Dad also got his fair share of the social aptitude of Faith. She asked about his work and followed up with good questions that at least seemed to get my Dad going. Both me and Mom were bobbing our heads in threat of falling asleep by the end of it, but Faith remained in the conversation throughout, me resting in her lap, head laid in the cleft between her chest and arm. It created the most perfect crevice to rest in.

“... but some just get angry for nothing. I sure hope my son doesn’t piss you off like that,” Dad concluded one of his tales, pulling me out of my slumber. Looking over at the screen I saw that the movie was long gone. But I suddenly felt way more conscious. Maybe some rest after Faith’s treatment was exactly what I needed.

“Let’s say, Logan doesn't ever want to see me angry,” Faith confided, sitting back, wrapping her arm around me, kissing my head. An action that perhaps would be a source of embarrassment for some in front of their parents, but I was honestly very comfortable as I rested in Faith’s arms. I was way too satisfied to care about such social norms.

But the way she said it with such confidence let me know it was true enough. I had no idea what would make her angry, though, and I indeed hoped I’d never found out. But you could say, it made me kind of wary.

“So how did you guys meet anyway?” Dad asked, surprising us with such a mom-question.

“Logan was out cleaning squirrels for one of your neighbors, and I thought what a good lil boy, and how cute he was. So I went to chat with him,” Faith said.

I thought back. Was that truly the first time? I had a suspicion there had been other times where she had seen me too. In fact, that time I had hid in the strange house from Jeremy and Zach, I knew it was her that had hid in the darkness along with me. And all the times throughout my years in this neighborhood when I thought the house was staring back? It sort of dawned on me that it was always Faith.

“So I know there have been some issues with all those parties and whatnot, but is it okay for you both if I take Logan to a club?” Faith said.

It was like the air was sucked out of the room, and suddenly all of us were very awake. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it myself, as I felt sort of put on the spot. I knew I’d oblige by anything Faith wanted me to do, but my last party had been pretty awful. The wounds were still pretty significant. And I wasn’t sure I liked parties either. It was just a means to an end. Looking at Mom and Dad as they exchanged a glance I saw they perhaps thought something along those lines.

But again, they liked Faith. They trusted Faith. I liked and trusted Faith.

“I’ll be blunt,” Dad said. “Normally, with how Logan has been ‘partying’, the answer would be a hard no. Maybe I should learn from those mistakes, as one of his parents.”

“And I just wanna shoot in real quick, I really appreciate your respectfulness of me and George for asking us. Some girls would’ve just misused our trust,” Mom shot in.

“And speaking of trust, because it’s you, Faith, I think I’m inclined to say yes. As long as everything is over the board,” Dad said. I was a bit surprised, with Dad being a cop and all, but I guess Faith put on a great performance with them. Not that it was a performance. As far as I knew, Faith was as genuine as they come. 

“Is it okay if he sleeps over too?” Faith asked. Now that did excite me a lot. A night spent with her? I’d want nothing else.

But I was still not sure if a club was somewhere I wanted to be. Still, I meekly found my shirt and a jacket, Faith her coat as well, and soon we sat in her GTR heading towards some club I knew little of. Faith was talking about how great it had been spending the evening with my family, but I guess I was a bit distracted as she drove through the night. 

Last time I was at a party, though a club is not a party in the clinical sense, it hadn’t gone too well. My heart had been shattered, then followed by my lip, my ribs, and several other now-healed injuries. Jeremy and his friends had fucked me up royally. And that’s not even including the emotional scars I had suffered that night.

But if this is what I gotta do to make Faith not angry, or to make her happy, I’d follow. I just hoped it would end up nothing like how it did with Anna.

Downtown we heard the club before we saw it. I saw a long line before it as we drove past, Faith looking for a parking spot. I tried to find something else to distract myself with.

“Faith,” I started.

“Yeah?” Faith replied, turning her wheel. 

“How fast can you run?” I heard myself ask. It didn’t hold the same curiosity, as dread filled me when she found a parking spot. I guess I had hoped she wouldn’t, so we could go back. The evening had been so nice. Maybe this was where I had to ‘man up’ and become more outgoing? I was slowly realizing it wasn’t something that I was ready for.

“Oh I’m fast as hell,” Faith chuckled.

“You think I could ever piggyback?” I asked

“Sure,” Faith answered, being somewhat short, turning off the engine. I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose. Just me and my silly questions. She seemed a bit preoccupied with a bag she suddenly had produced.

So we climbed out of the car and Faith led the way to the long line. To my surprise, she walked right past it and up to the big black bouncer. He only nodded and let us in. Inside was a massive crowd of people dancing to a tune I couldn’t even discern. Blue and purple flickering lights pulsed along with the bass, and dancing in rhythm with the bass and the lights were scantily clad women and men. Beautiful people, all of them.

To say I was overwhelmed by the amount of supreme abs and pecs would be an understatement. The crowd’s superiority over me became very much apparent. My own insecurities welled up in me. Plenty of eyes were already trailing towards the beauty next to me, and honestly, how could I compete against people like this? Older and more masculine than me. I wasn’t some girly dude, but these folks were just on another level. Even the women surpassed me. Their curves and shapes seemed flawless. Like straight out of a magazine. I didn't belong here.

Faith wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder and led me along. I looked over my shoulder at the women and men behind us. They were all staring at Faith. Looking her up and down. Honestly, who wouldn’t look at such an enthralling sight? So when Faith’s hand ran down to grip a handful of my buttocks I yelped in surprise.

“Stay here at the bar. I'll just go get changed,” she said loudly through the music.

And just like that, I was alone. Faith disappeared into the crowd, and I saw several men stare after Faith's parade. I did too, but I didn't like how others looked as well. Even the woman behind me who seemed like a fashion model and a half. Her luscious body and face were nothing compared to Faith though. With a pained sigh, I took a seat by the bar.

I just hoped Faith wasn't off doing anything drastic, with so many specimens around to choose from. Like, I saw how so many looked at her like she was some bone to chew. There was a feeling in my gut, one I couldn’t really describe. A hollow pit. A slight headache from the noise. I was trying to drown everything else out, but Faith wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“You see that bitch that just walked in?” some random guy said. He was flawless in his own right. “Give me one chance… Jesus, I'm not pulling out.”

“Hey! Th-that's my g-g-girlfriend,” I said back indignant, though my voice was as stammering and fumbling as ever..

“Yeah? And you take her to a place like this? Sheesh,” he said, looking in the direction where Faith had walked. “She's too much for you, boy. Let me know if she wants an upgrade because that's a perfect body.”

I was frozen in shock. With Faith nowhere to be seen, and so many who clearly desired her, all I could think of was how it had ended with Anna. But Faith meant so much more to me than Anna could ever have done, even if it was just a week into our relationship. Maybe it was everything so soon, but it felt like fate and luck put her in my life. Now, as my mind spiraled into paranoia, I was worried fate and luck was on its way out of my life again.

I wished I was as bold as everyone else here. Tougher. Taller. More of a man. Any of these men would be perfect fits for my Faith, way more than me. Where was Faith? I looked around, but all I saw were trim bodies and perfect hairdos. Dresses hugging each of them, or shirts clinging onto every curve. 

But Faith didn’t return. Over and over again different scenarios in my head played so vividly before me. I felt so alone in this crowded room, it was becoming hard  to breathe.

Then the dude who had talked to me shoved past me, clearly heading in the direction where Faith had gone, with a determined look on his face. That was enough. I felt like I was going to get sick. No. I felt like I was going to throw up. Was this it? Were things going to end the exact way as last time? Was there nothing I could do? These guys were perfect for a specimen like Faith while I was far from it. I would’ve fought them, but they were so big and so many.

Panic welled up, and a silent tear started to run down my face. Just then, I saw a sign that pointed to a bathroom. With my stomach rebelling against me, I shot up and hurried in there as quickly as possible, aiming for the first empty stall I could find. But I didn't throw up. I thought I would, but in the end, I sat with my back against the stall wall, listening to the muffled sounds of trumpets from some popular party song I had heard so many times on the radio.

Why was I here? Everything that could go wrong did. Anna had sucked my bully off at a party after letting me know she knew my feelings towards me, setting me up to find her in the act, and now Faith was out there doing god knows what with the rest of these partying animals. Why was I such a loser? Why couldn't I even grow some balls so I could be the man Faith obviously desired? Not some loser nerd like me.

I heard the music grow a bit louder as someone opened the door, then shut it again, once again muffling everything outside.

“Logan? You in here?” I heard outside. It was Faith. She sounded worried. Some amount of relief filled me. I opened the door, finding Faith standing there looking stunning in a red dress. It hugged her form nicely, displaying a fair share of cleavage, and showed her figure off. I loved it, I hated it.

Without a second though, I wrapped my arms around her tightly. If I could shrink, I would have, hoping I would just vanish in the hug and feel safe with her.

“We're leaving,” Faith said with some urgency, prying my hands from her as she guided me out of the bathroom. “I’m taking you back.”

How she shoved me through the crowd, after dismissing my embrace, certainly stung hard. Was this the anger she talked about? It was as if she couldn’t get out of the club fast enough. I saw some stare at us as I looked like a small kid getting dragged out of here by some prime lady, possibly tossed out. I even caught the guy who had talked demeaning of Faith. He snickered as we marched out of there. 

I felt utterly embarrassed. I had no doubt ruined a very nice evening for her with my paranoia. Even once we were outside I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. Not quite out of the woods yet, but it was certainly an improvement. The loud and deep bass, the heat, and the smell were all fading behind us, but still served as a reminder to my paranoia.

As we rounded the corner, Faith threw a glance at me. I guess what she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. She spun around on one foot and I slammed into her, realizing in that split moment just how powerful she really was as I didn't move her even an inch. Faith locked my eyes with hers, those gorgeous and intense hazel-green eyes filled with… something. Concern, maybe? Worry? Anger?

“You're not thinking you're too dumb, ugly, short, or pathetic to deserve to be with me, aren’t you?” she said with that incredibly gorgeous mouth, though her question acted as poison for me.

It was the truth. It hit the nail on the head. Being a boyfriend to someone so beautiful and so precious was way out of my league, yes, that was exactly how I was feeling. Faith could have any guy in there. Or any girl. Yet, for some reason, I was the one. I wasn’t adequate to the task of dating someone like her.

I simply nodded. My shoulders slumped and I sighed. The humiliation had gone from feeling terrible and gut-wrenching to feeling… tired.

As she stood over me, I felt her hands trail around my body, pulling me into her until my head rested under her chin. I was expecting the death blow, the ‘go home, kid’, for Faith to say maybe we didn’t belong together after all, but it never came. I have no idea how long we stood like that, but she just held me for an eternity, rubbing my back and comforting me.

“I don’t give a shit about any of those people,” Faith said softly after a while. “You’re the one for me. But I guess we just learned that even I am not perfect.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, I pushed this a bit fast. I’m perfectly fine with just slowing things down,” Faith said. 

I was confused. Was she softly breaking up with me?

“You’re sending me back home, aren’t you?” I asked, utterly defeated.

“If by home you mean back to my place, then yeah,” Faith said. “I’m not giving up on us, Logan, if that is what you think. Far from it.”

“Really?” I asked. I felt Faith nod and she softly kissed my head. “I just… still struggle a bit with what’s real… and what’s just torment. I know in my heart you’re kind and genuine, I just… Everything has happened so fast. I don’t know how to act, or how to even be a boyfriend. Especially with someone who’s as pretty as you. And after the Anna thing… I guess my brain isn’t all there yet.”

Faith kissed my head again, giving me a firm squeeze. “Let’s go home, then.”

“You don’t wanna remain here at the club?” I asked.

“Not at all. I like clubs and shit, but I can easily not go to clubs. I mean, the world is filled with so much fun. Honestly, I just wanted to dance for you, hence this dress, but I can do that anywhere,” Faith explained, pushing me out on arms length so she could see me.

“Then why a club?” I asked.

“I just thought you liked parties as you insisted on going to them,” Faith said.

“Can’t we just… y’know… cuddle?” I suggested.

“Not here,” Faith chuckled. “I can’t park in the street, least of all on Milton Avenue,  with the car I’m driving so… Wanna piggyback back home?”

“I can?” I asked.

“You can,” Faith smiled.

“But why did you not want to hug me before?”

“Yeah, sorry. You were obviously upset so I just wanted to get you out of there as fast as possible. Besides, a club bathroom? Our hugs mean more than that, my little friend,” Faith said, taking my hand, swinging it back and forth a bit.

The amount of relief I felt in this moment was nearly beyond words. In one moment, the dark cloud above my head, the darkness of the unknown, and the fear of what would happen, disappeared like the magic cloud it was. All I was left with was joy. Happy that we were okay. Happy that it wasn't over.

“See? Nothing to worry about,” Faith said, as she saw the wash of happiness rush over my face. “No one in there can beat the cuddles.”

A smile cracked in the corners of my lips. “Really?”

“When we get home, you're going to find out,” Faith chuckled.

Without further ado, I felt Faith grab the back of my legs and easily lift me up, putting me on her back so I had my legs around her waist, my head peeking over her shoulder, and my arms around her. It would have been a weird sight for anyone who'd seen us, but luckily our small alley was completely desolate.

“I must've hit the jackpot,” I whispered in Faith's ear.

She chuckled, squeezing me a bit tighter as she suddenly started sprinting. 

*

One step, two steps, and by the third the entire world became a blur, and my hair blew back as Faith more or less floated across the concrete at an incredible speed. I almost screamed, but being near her ear, and still in public, I somehow managed to restrain myself. Her hair ruffled and billowed back in my face as I felt the new experience of going super-fast in the open. Suddenly we were surrounded by trees. It only lasted seconds. The porch and wrought iron fence around the strange house were in view as Faith galloped towards the entrance. The door flew open and she finally released me.

My knees felt weak from the wild ride, and I almost fell over on the sofa. Only there was someone there. Pete.

“Hey there. I see you didn't stay away,” he chuckled roughly.

“I guess not,” I replied, rubbing my thighs.

Faith promptly went over to the stairs, opened the basement door and led the way down. The basement was as most basements, but what set it apart from the others in the neighborhood, was the hidden latch under a stool and a blanket. I had come up this way before, but now I was joining her in going down it. Under it was a small corridor and another door.

“Want me to give you a proper tour?” Faith asked as she unlocked the door and led us inside. 

“Oh yeah. I didn’t get a proper look last time,” I said, as I looked at her red dress dancing around her hips and thighs.

“You were busy looking at other things,” Faith said with a smile, biting her lip a bit before turning and opening the second door that led to her living room.

It was much like before. Sofas and chairs in the middle, curtains in deep crimson colors covering pillars that circled said middle. Doors in several directions. I saw a bookshelf, the door to her bedroom, the gaming room. Or, a computer room. My assumption was always that computers were meant to be used for gaming, but of course, they had other uses.

“So I have a library, that’s over there. A newer one for new fiction, and older section for other stuff,” Faith said, pointing to my right. “Over there is the bedroom, where you’ve already borrowed my bed. Bathroom, too. It’s actually brand new. I always had a shower, but with my newfound ambitions,” Faith said, smacking my ass playfully, startling me a bit, “I had to upgrade.”

“Who did it? You? I never saw any plumbers go in and out of the house,” I explained, rubbing my butt cheek a bit from the impact of her hand.

“Pete used to be a plumber so he helped me out. Anyway–”

“You don’t need to, erh, go to the toilet?” I asked, feeling a bit childish.

“Nope,” Faith said cheerfully. “I’m quite sanitary in that respect. So there are plenty of options, at any given moment if we should feel inclined. When we’re ready.”

I blushed a little bit at that. It was sort of dawning on me that Faith was indeed the one for me. And that she eventually would likely take my virginity, and so much more. Even with my securities, the thought of doing ‘so much more’ with Faith was tantalizing, and especially with the promise of ‘plenty of options’. She was a god among men, and I’d worship everything she offered me.

“So anyway, continuing the tour. Over there is my gaming room. A bigger wardrobe next to the bedroom there. And over here,” Faith said, guiding me to a corner right next to the door we came through. A bookcase that she pushed away, revealing a small hatch under it. Were there even more hidden basements? She opened it, but it was nothing but a six foot  rectangular hole. Dirt and some rocks and pebbles. “This is where I used to sleep. I show absolutely nobody this place. I’ve said it before, but when I’m sleeping down here I’m extremely vulnerable. You’re the only one that knows.”

“You slept in there?” I asked, looking at the cold surface.

“Yup. But ever since I got that bed, I’ve decided to use it instead. Honestly, this whole room was just a cave like half a year ago. I upgraded it quite a lot since then,” Faith said, lingering the reason why in the air. I just couldn’t fathom why. So I asked.

“Faith… why do you like me so much?” I asked. Faith gave a sympathetic smile, taking my hands and guiding me towards the sofas where we had sat before.

“Here, sit down,” she said, guiding me to join her. Face to face, as she preferred it. “There are many reasons to like you, Logan. I know perhaps those whores at your school can’t see it, but I do. And I have. And not only that, I am so used to men looking at me in certain ways, but the way you do it… and the way you compliment me, and talk to me. I’ve always had a high level of confidence, but only you’re able to provide the kind of worshiping admiration that I want. To some I’m wealth, a hot piece of tail, to you I’m everything.”

I sat silent for a moment, letting her sincerity wash over me. I could barely take it, here I sat in front of her. It was true. She was everything. She could have anyone she wanted. I only had her. And only for a week, at that. And my circumstances weren't exactly the best.

“You’re right… you are everything. I don’t have anybody else and I don’t think I ever will. Not like you. Even if there is, I don’t want them, I only want you,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warmer as I spoke, but I had to get it out so I persevered, even if I sounded like the kid I was in how I chose my words. I was honestly surprised I didn’t stutter. The diligent fruits of Faith instill some level of confidence in me, I guess. Some.

“Oh you sweet little thing,” Faith said, throwing herself onto me, kissing my cheek. “See, this is why I want you so much. If I didn’t care, do you think I’d go to so much trouble to redecorate my home, to be patient, and then take the time for you to fully become mine?”

“I guess not. You’ve done a lot,” I admitted.

“Love is also, you know probably, somewhat unreasonable. You’re drawn to certain people and you don’t know why. And sometimes, you’re drawn to particular people or a certain person, and their qualities strengthen that affection. Like I’m drawn to you. And now that we’ve found each other, we just need to find our path together.”

Love. I was worried about my paranoia over losing this wonderful woman, not being enough, and here she sat talking about love. I closed my eyes as it all was just too much right now. It couldn’t be helped when I felt a silent stream from my eyes. Why did I have to be so weak? The emotional burden, the trauma, all that has happened over the last few days… or throughout my life, really, seemed to have culminated into the single moment I truly opened up. But Faith was different. She was good for me, and I knew it deep within me. Even now. She was not repulsed, or appalled. On the contrary, she held me closely, as the dam finally broke. It was as if something within me broke and had just been released.

“Not all tears are evil. You’ve been through a lot,” Faith said, kissing my cheek again. Then my nose. My mouth. I felt her luscious lips tenderly caress me like only she could. “I’ll be your safe haven. Your mistress as well as your sanctuary. But I think our next lesson is to get you more comfortable with me. For example, I can tell you to touch me however you like without asking or prompting, I tell you to trust me, but we need to make sure it as second nature.”

“How are you so smart?” I asked in awe. Faith kissed me again, pushing into me. With nowhere for me to be pushed to, Faith grinded her body into me.

What commenced was minutes of Faith kissing me all over the face and the neck, of me just closing my eyes and embracing her warm body as she grinded herself against my jeans-clad member. Comforting me by softly treating me to the care only a lover could provide. That beautiful mouth whispered soothing sweet nothings to me as her kisses were both rough and tender at the same time. It was lust and it was comfort. Her eagerness to make me feel like her true mate, and had seeped over to me as the weight was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by the deepest sense of security. She didn't seem to mind. Actually, she seemed to embrace it.

And as I grew out of breath, Faith pulled back to settle on my chest. But that wouldn’t do. She put an arm on my side and rolled me on top of her instead, and so, I settled my head into the softest pillow I could rest my head on.

“The depiction of vampires in media doesn't do you justice,” I said as I turned to look at her.

“Oh really?” she said as she smiled back at me. Her green eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she bit her lip.

“Can I see?" I asked. "Your fangs?”

Faith tilted her head back and opened her jaw slightly. With a small jolt, her fangs sprang out from her canines. My eyes trailed the length of them. They were certainly intriguing.

“You like?” she asked proudly. I only nodded. “Imagine when I bite your ear as you plow away at me.”

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“I’m teasing you. Rest your head and your curious brain. Let's indeed just cuddle, my little darling,” Faith said softly as she wrapped her arms around me.

I closed my eyes and rested on her indeed. For what seemed like a timeless eternity, Faith stroked my back, occasionally kissing my head. 

“Can I ask you something?” Faith asked.

“It’s not often the roles reverse,” I joked, looking up at her. “What is it?”

“I don’t mean this in a condescending way, but how have you survived all these years?” Faith asked, curiosity in those hazel-green eyes. “I guess I’m asking what your hobbies are.”

“Oh. Well, you guessed it before. I’m a nerd. I read. I play video games. Mostly fantasy, as I… I like a world where I can disappear into. When I was little, I even thought that when you die you got to choose which world you would live in next,” I explained. “Lately, I’ve been obsessed with Lord of the Rings though. I’m a huge fan of everything Tolkien.”

“Really?” Faith asked, surprised. “You call yourself a Tolkien fan, and you didn’t catch me quoting Gandalf not once, but twice?”

“What?” I asked, perplexed. Wait. Was Faith… Was Faith a nerd too? Could she be more perfect? I mean, I guess she had a lot of time over the years.

“Yeah. I guess I paraphrased, but come on. Actually, erh, when Fellowship came, the movie, it helped me stop killing those who I thought deserved it for ‘sport’. Something about a sage old man sitting in the crypts of Moria telling you to not cast judgment spoke to me,” Faith explained. “And in the end, I started to think… Where is my Sam? I want one too. Now I got one. Though, you’re not fat like him, and much more handsome.”

“Sam?” I was honestly surprised. It was always Aragorn or Legolas who got the female Tolkien fans' attention. 

“Don’t mock me,” Faith chuckled, playfully shoving at me.

“Can I admit I cried at the end of King?” I said.

Faith leaned in close like she usually did when she wanted to admit something. “So did I,” she whispered, followed with a wink. Then she got an expression of sudden realization. 

“Wait. Wait here for a minute,” Faith said, standing up and in return dumping me on the sofa. “Whoops. But be right back,” she said and darted toward the library.

She wasn’t away for long, and soon returned with a worn, red book in her hand. My eyes widened as I realized just what it was. I had seen pictures of them online, but never in real life. Few had. A first edition of the Fellowship of the Ring!

“I never got it signed but… It’s yours if you want it,” Faith said. 

“Wait… you can’t give this to me?” I said bewildered. “First, I don’t know how to take care of it. And… it’s yours!”

“I’m giving it to you,” Faith smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, I can keep it here for safekeeping, bîn melethor.” When I didn’t react, she threw her arms out slightly frustrated. “You don’t even know Sindarin?! Pff, you’re no nerd.”

“Sorry,” I chuckled at her taking insult from me not being a nerd of her caliber.

I guess I understood for a moment what she meant about being confident in who you are. No one I knew was as comfortable in their own skin as Faith, and she seemed to have no trouble scolding me for not being nerd enough. She was just being her pretty self, not caring what anyone had to think about that. She just went back to her library to put the book back, shaking her head as if I had insulted her personally. And as Faith came back, she was back to her normal.

I just then seemed to take notice of her dress as she stood before me. Blood red indeed, but form fitting until it reached her waist where it became looser. It was short, but not the shortest, reaching mid-thigh. Which made me look at her thighs. Her naked thighs, as the dress rode up with each stride. Oh what a sight she was. 

I felt my heart and other places throb as I inspected her flawlessness, the dress’s perfection dawning on me more and more. As I did, a hand came down to her thigh, delicately gliding up across her slim waist, her taut belly, past her generous cleavage and up to her lip which she bit as she saw I indeed followed where she wanted my attention.

“Is it okay if I dance for you?” she asked when my eyes finally reached hers, after having drank in everything I could on my way up. A wide, eager smile met me as I looked at her face. “If you feel better?”

My eyes lit up at the mere question. Was she asking me? I mean, of course. She certainly knew how to change my mood. From how the evening started to now it had sure been a rollercoaster. Even from when we pulled that root until now. And now, from a mishap at the club to talking about Lord of the Rings, to now Faith offering to dance for me. What a night with Faith would turn out to be.

“Ever heard of 3teeth? The band? They have this awesome cover of ‘Spin Me Right Round’,” Faith said eagerly. I was about to reply that I hadn't heard of them, but she was already hurrying to her PC room.

Suddenly the lights dimmed slightly, and a familiar rhythm in new instruments started to coarse through the room. Just a few pulses first, before the guitar joined in along with a stronger bass. Not like in the club, but still loud enough for me to feel the music as it started to play. 

Faith appeared through the door frame. With a wink, she started taking swaying strides toward me, shifting her weight with each step to almost throwing her hips side to side as she made each stop slow, long, and tantalizing, making her way over to me until she was mere feet away. But she didn't stop, she gyrated through her hips until she had made a full pirouette, making my eyes almost bulge as I looked at every movement she made, all in tune to the music. The dress glided along with her movements, showing just plenty, but nowhere near enough.

By the time she had made it all around again, the first chorus blasted through hidden speakers as she had moved her hands above her head and rocked side to side with the song, smiling as she was having fun. Faith slowly gyrated her hips back and forth in a tight circle as she rolled down and stood up slowly, seemingly in her own world as the chorus faded into the verse. But it wasn't a long one. Faith moved in a small half circle, throwing her head back and looked at me, and as the song threw itself once again into a chorus, she rocked and swayed with more ferocity, using her hips for everything they were worth. All the while maintaining her hands above her head, creating a beautiful arch of her arms.

Faith mouthed along to ‘you spin round ring ‘round, baby, right’ round’ as she indeed slowly, with side-to-side movements of her hips, spun around, before turning towards me with a snap and, making her way towards me, soon placing one knee between mine. The song died down for a moment, but Faith used the break to lock her eyes with mine and lick her lips, before taking my hands to yank me to the floor as well. And with me standing, the chorus swiftly started again and Faith grinded as she had done before, but this time her hips and ass right into me, letting me feel her curves dance as her dress and sandy blonde hair brushed along with her movements.

After a couple of seconds of this, I felt like I could explode from every fiber in my body. To the point of becoming weak in the knees again. I had to sit, lest my legs might give up and send me tumbling. But Faith's magnifying hips kept me at my feet, and soon my hands found themselves on her waist, moving up her taut belly and towards the bottom of her bra, but I felt it would be inappropriate so I stopped my pursuit there.

Not on Faith's watch, she took my hands and slowly, sensually, moved my hands up to cup her breast atop her dress. Still moving her hips, Faith arched her back and pressed her chest into my hands and her ass into my crotch, smiling back at me with a smoky glance in her eyes and biting her lips.

With my heart beating out of my chest, I simply did what felt right, and gently squeezed her. A low and throaty purr emerged as a reaction to my squeeze, which made me push deeper into her. I pushed into her, pressing my crotch against her, and so I could nudge my nose into her neck, and in response she craned her head, inviting my attention.

Soon I closed my eyes. I was lost in Faith. Lost in her world and her way. All else was drowned out. Here there was no music, there were no lights, it was just my woman. I drew in through my nose, my senses enhanced by having my eyes closed. And what a woman. Without thinking, I kissed her neck, getting a moan out of her. A moan that told me to not stop. So I didn't.

My hand snaked its way to her breast as she continued to gyrate against me, while I kissed from the nape of her neck and up to her jawline, drawing her scent in with each breath. But then she suddenly pushed her arms under mine and shoved me off. Or that is what I thought. Instead, she pulled me over to the sofa and shoved me down, where she immediately jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck to lock eyes.

“We can have plenty of fun without going to any club, don't you agree?” Faith whispered huskily into my mouth.

“I do. We do. This is fantastic,” I whispered back, getting a flick of her tongue.

“I know your wounds are deep, but I'll help you suck the venom out,” Faith said.

“Now?” I asked both dumbfounded and surprised. Faith leaned back an inch to raise an eyebrow but still looked at me with such desire that was indescribable.

“Do you want me to suck your dick right now? Want me to suck everything out of that big, juicy cock of yours? Let you splurt cum into my mouth. Tell me,” Faith whispered into my mouth, using a single hand to open the buttons on my shirt.

“Yes. Yes. Please. Yes,” I replied, a shudder moving through my body at the realization that this was actually happening.

Faith then gave up the buttons, impatiently grabbing the shirt firmly and ripping it open with ease. Shoving the now button-less shirt over my shoulder and shoving her eager hands onto my torso, trailing her nails light as feathers from stomach to shoulders, making me flutter. Faith flashed me a wide grin, filled with white teeth and playful ferocity.

Then a single kiss was planted on the top of my chest. A long kiss, before another one appeared halfway to my chin. Goosebumps flew across my skin. It felt like heaven. Like every touch could carry my soul on to whatever next stage in life.

“Your heart's racing,” Faith noted with an amused tone.

“It is,” I agreed, almost in a whisper. It was then I suddenly was reminded she was indeed a vampire. “Is it a problem?”

“Not at all," Faith said. “I won’t bite.”

She said she wouldn't, but as aroused as she had gotten me, a part of me wanted for her to indeed bite. Feel those sharp teeth sink into the tender skin of my neck. Mark me, make me hers. But I trusted Faith. I knew she wouldn't hurt me, even if it would hurt. Man, even the hurt seemed like something I could grow to love. The sharp pain of her teeth then the pleasure of her lips sucking on my neck.

“Lift up,” Faith commanded. I did, and she quickly yanked my jeans down, as I now sat in nothing but my boxers. Suddenly I was a bit shy, but before I could move my hands, Faith took both my wrists and locked them in place at my sides, looking up at me with a determined smile. With her strong grip I wouldn't be able to resist her even if I wanted. But I loved every second of her forcefulness.

“Relax and lay back,” Faith ordered with a gentle voice, pushing me back down on the couch, with my knees still on the tiled floor.

I did as instructed, feeling both calmness and nervousness mixing inside me. Nervousness that I was almost naked before Faith. Calmness that I knew she was skilled and very, very patient with me.

“I'll never do anything you're not ready for,” Faith continued, brushing a stray hair away, sitting on her knees between my legs. “So you just tell me when and if you want me to stop. No shame, just remember, I'm trying to make you feel loved, not humiliated. You've never been exposed like this, but you've never had a girl like me before either.”

“Yea–” I began to reply before I felt Faith's mouth latch onto the right side of my pec, sucking and licking with renewed passion. And while I began to shudder from the pleasure, her warm hand cupped me on top of my boxers, making me moan even before she squeezed.

“I won't lie, but it feels great holding you in my hand again,” Faith hummed with an amused tone, her hand squeezing once again to emphasize her point. My entire body was one twitching nerve ending. All of me was tingling at this point.

The combination of the myriad of kisses she spread across my chest, the nipping with her teeth on my flesh, and the pumping of her warm and tender hands made me drift off to a place of nirvana. Of calm and contentedness. It almost didn't even matter what I was experiencing as long as the kissing didn't stop. Not to mention the grip, the subtle caress from Faith made everything melt away. Careful not to make me blow right away, yet keeping the appetizing at a maximum as her kisses were now at my navel.

“Woo,” I chuckled, feeling ticklish around my belly button.

“Are we ticklish here? Is it here?” Faith giggled.

“Yep,” I said, earning myself an even softer kiss, making my stomach involuntarily lurch in spontaneous reaction. It felt both embarrassing and amazing.

But that was the last, as she went right for her true goal. Faith traced one nail along the waistband of my boxers, dipping a finger beneath the rim, giving a light tug to test the resistance. The rubberband smacked back against my skin but didn't remain as Faith quickly started to lower my boxers and let me spring free. The tip of my shaft was just an inch or two away from Faith's lovely face. So close to the promised goal. The anticipation was unreal, and I could barely contain my pained groans as it was so near, just a few inches and it would be happening.

I felt so exposed, as I was now fully naked in front of Faith. Anticipation and trepidation took the lead of my heart as the pulsing nerves awaited her lips. The sweet release of her mouth and her tongue. I didn't need to wait. Faith's tongue didn't waste time, the pink muscle darting from behind her teeth and poking the underside of my slit.

My back instinctively arched, muscles flexing as the contact forced an unwitting, but very willing reaction out of me. And Faith didn't seem to be disappointed with the response. The wide and open-mouthed smile was evident, and so was the sly, delighted glint in her eyes.

“Let me take care of everything,” Faith whispered softly before parting her lips ever so slightly, enough for her pink tongue to slither and coat the tip in her saliva. My hands curled up into fists to restrain myself.

“Ah,” I sighed as Faith then did the unthinkable. Her warm lips gently gripped me as they wrapped around the tip of my length. Oh my god, it's finally happening. “Oh God.”

Faith placed one hand on my abdomen to soothe me, stroking the skin tenderly. To no avail, however. When Faith then bobbed her head on top of me to take an extra inch, my breathing was quickening beyond measure. There was little I could do but let the world slip away from me. Faith was truly intent on being all I needed, and it felt like I was in paradise. Her mouth was so warm, so wet, and she gripped my girth tightly with her lips, creating an amazing sensation I never would’ve been able to dream of.

Faith moaned lightly, sliding up, her tongue still doing laps and dragging itself across every inch she could touch. Her wet warmth retreated, almost to the edge until I saw the flare of the tip poke out from her mouth. Slowly, she lowered her mouth again, dragging my foreskin back while using her tongue to caress and massage every inch of me on her way.

Then her hazel-green eyes stared into mine, while her smiling lips slowly being dragged up and down, never stopping, never slowing. But that was a mistake.

“F-Faith, careful, I’m gonna c-cum,” I warned her.

Faith just smiled around my girth, continuing her steady assault. Oh shit. It's really happening.

I felt myself throbbing wildly, getting harder in Faith's mouth until finally a jolt came. As my body froze, the surge ran through the length of my cock. Through the base and the veins. And just like that, I unloaded right into Faith's mouth. It was so warm and wet, making my toes curl, and my eyes roll up into the back of my head. The explosion seemed like forever, and it was such a sensitive experience. I felt like I was about to writhe my way out of the sofa, but Faith held me in place. Until I felt her release my all too sensitive head from her lips.

A quick look at Faith and her glistening mouth made me aware just how much I was capable of releasing as she opened her mouth to show me all the cum I had shot into her mouth. She closed her mouth and loudly swallowed with one and a half gulps. But it wasn't nearly enough. Not to someone like Faith. I was soon made aware, as she pursed her lips once again and resumed. Up and down, her pace much faster than when she first took me in her mouth, eagerly going as far down as she could. Every inch of my slick pole she made disappear until I was completely sheathed in her warm, welcoming mouth. I only released seconds ago but I could already feel a second building.

But I wasn't the only one who realized this fact. Faith knew very well that I couldn't hold out for very long. Her expertise showing. Yet there was no let-up, only increased passion and dedication. One hand was planted on my chest, but another went to work and gripped me at my base. The combination of her hand working with her mouth had my blood rushing. Every sensation was alive with fire. 

With the occasional muffled moan and the slurping sounds as her spit coated her own mouth, mixed with whatever cum and pre-cum still was left, the vulgarity made my already throbbing cock somehow expand. Fully erect and harder than I'd ever seen it, I watched myself in Faith's mouth as her jaw stretched and pushed her mouth wider.

“Fuck,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

I gripped Faith's head to try and ease up on the intensity as I was thoroughly sensitive by now. As my fingers got entangled in her sandy blonde locks I realized what I was doing in the fog of my impending release. Not sure how Faith would react, I raised my hips to meet her bobs. It immediately caused her to violently gag. I immediately stopped, but Faith waved her hand for me to continue. Too lost in my carnal urges and desires, I took her for the word and continued the fucking motion as her head bobbed. And so it only took a minute before I felt the rise in my gut and the weight of an orgasm soon to erupt.

Faith only did her magic quicker than ever, no longer trying to help me along the way but solely eager for the explosion in her mouth as I thrusted up in her mouth. With a few powerful, slow pumps that she met on the up and down movements, my grip of her hair grew painfully tight as a feral hiss came out of my clenched teeth.

I swear it couldn't have felt any better. Faith, this woman I only dreamt of having in this kind of situation was happily awaiting a gift I was all too glad to give. The rush felt primal as I felt every burst leave me. From deep within me, my very essence left in the form of thick white goo that shot into this powerful lady's mouth. And to have this one incredible and magical woman to have that power, the ability to draw it out and cause my entire body to ache and clench. My ass muscles would tighten, making me rise above the pillows and plunge further into her mouth in an attempt for deeper penetration.

Sweat glazed my skin as she took a final gulp to milk the rest of what little remained. Only a quick lick on my still throbbing tip to confirm it. She released it and finally leaned back a few inches to present her prize, now showcasing the thick snow-white contents in her open, glistening mouth. It was thick and vulgar looking, but that didn’t stop Faith from closing her mouth, swallowing several times, then opening up her mouth again to show it was all gone.

“Did you enjoy fucking my mouth?” Faith asked after.

“I, guh, sorry about that, I got a bit carried away,” I said, post-orgasm making me tingling all over. Sleepy too.

“I liked it. Your hunger. Just remember that I’m the one in charge,” Faith said, smiling at me. “By the way, I know you will fall asleep any second, so I actually got a coffee machine and caffeine tablets. You’re not getting off easy tonight.”

I just closed my eyes and groaned. Whatever Faith had planned, I was all there for. Jesus. How could one cum so hard? And twice in a row? Faith was just… amazing.