The Shadow Man {Darkest Nightmare & Xanapahia}

[Darkest Nightmare]

Dean Thomas pulled his car up outside the house, glancing up at the suddenly ominous structure like he was seeing it for the first time. It was just a normal, two story faux-colonial house with a nice front yard and a paved driveway. One of hundreds of nearly identical homes in this idyllic neighborhood. He'd even been inside dozens of times already. There was absolutely no reason he should feel nervous, even scared, sitting here in his car, but for some reason he was both.

Shaking his head to clear it, Dean exited his car and brushed back one of the unruly locks of long brown hair that fell across eyes. The tall High School Senior was dressed in his typical dark jeans and a hoodie, his long hair framing a fine boned face that was delicate and almost as pretty as it was masculine. And his eyes, deep blue and very large, were also worthy of being on a girl with their long eye lashes. But the rest of his body, lean, toned and athletic, if a little skinny, was all man. The combination on the Senior made many girls swoon, at least those that liked the sensitive, artistic, pretty boy type, but his charms hadn't worked fully yet on the one girl he actually wanted.

The girl that lived in the house that seemed suddenly foreboding.

As Dean approached it, walking up the brick path, his thoughts naturally went to Lydia. They'd been friends for years, since middle school really, but she'd been strangely reticent to take their relationship to any level beyond platonic despite his subtle attempts. At least she'd been just as shy with all the other boys as well, not just Dean. During years when girls were experimenting, having their first crushes, and stealing their first kisses, she'd been as chaste as the Bible thumper crew. And even those religious girls, at least those that had broken down, had more sexual experience than Lydia by now. Some were quite dirty in fact.

Dean should be excited right now, maybe nervous because of the opening Lydia had given him this night. Instead, he felt a shiver of dread as he stood on her front porch and eyed the doorbell. Things had heated up slowly with her over the last couple weeks as Dean had abandoned any attempt at subtlety. They were seniors, graduating in a few months, so if he couldn't tell Lydia that he liked her and wanted to be more than friends with her, then he'd regret it for the rest of his life. His efforts had led to a progression of activities that felt like 8th grade all over again, a shy kiss or two at first. Some hand holding. A make-out session in his car after a movie. A number of PG rated messages back and forth, with Disney Channel like admissions that they liked each other. Then finally some more heated action in his car, the back seat finally getting long desired use with the girl he'd craved since he was thirteen. She was a virgin, that was clear, but she seemed to want to make up for missed time. And tonight her parents were out of town and she was alone. Her invitation to come over to hang out was unmistakeable in its intent. She wanted more, maybe even losing her virginity.

Pushing aside the strange feelings he still had, Dean gritted his teeth and pushed the doorbell.

Tonight Lydia was going to finally be his.

 

[Xanaphia]

Lydia twirled in the mirror, examining her outfit from all angles. A white button up shirt and a knee length black shirt. On most girls, it was a modest choice, but Lydia rarely felt comfortable showing so much skin. Her eyes peered over to the closed closet door for a moment but it stayed closed, as it always did when she looked at it. It only opened when she wasn’t looking, or when she left the room or when she slept at night. She took a deep breath and repeated her mantra to herself again and again

It’s all in your head. There is nothing there.

She went to the bathroom now, double checking her makeup in the mirror. She wasn’t a huge fan of wearing it, but it was part of being a normal teenaged girl, and she needed to feel like she was normal every now and then. She wore a single coat of mascara, highlighting her blue eyes and some light red lipstick on her pout lips. It was a simple look that radiated elegance. She played with her curly red hair for a minute, yanking it behind her head , letting it fall to her shoulders, pulling it to one side.

As she attempted a braid on one side she heard a noise coming from her bedroom. She froze for a moment half expecting some crazed murder rapist to charge out and grab her. Of course nothing was there, just the closet door sitting open tauntingly. She swallowed hard as she gripped the handle and closed it yet again, holding it closed for a moment. The sun was setting through her window and the last thing she wanted was to be alone in this house when night fell. Hesitantly she let go of the door and picked up her phone, starting a text message to Dean asking he if he was almost here.

Halfway through the text, she heard the doorbell ring and she rushed down the stairs as quickly as her legs could carry her. She threw the door open without even checking if it was Dean first because of course it was him. Dark men who wanted to hurt her existed only in her nightmares. She jumped into his arms and held him tightly against herself, feeling his muscles under his clothes. He would probably interpret this gesture as one of lust rather than fear and she was okay with that. She was willing to do whatever he wanted so long as he stayed with her all night.

“Did you want to eat something? I could order a pizza or maybe make us something if you want,” She said, dragging him into her house before he could say anything. She almost brought him up the stairs but remembering the open bedroom door made her flinch. She instead opted for the living room and plopped down in the love seat, still clinging to his hand for comfort.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

Dean felt his concerns fade as the door opened and he saw Lydia. She looked... incredible! Her red hair was lustrous, almost glowing, and in stunning contrast to her fair, white skin. She'd put on make-up, which was rare, and her face appeared very different, the girlish innocence muted and a new maturity and sensuality on her features. Dressed conservatively, as always, the supple curves of her slim figure were hinted at in her shirt and the skirt gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs below her knees. Realizing he had just ogled her entire body, Dean blushed slightly and forced his eyes back to Lydia's blue orbs, giving her a big smile.

"H-hey Ly-" Dean began, but his words were cut off as Lydia bounced forward and embraced him a big hug. Her nubile body was pressed against his own, and he was all too aware of the twin mounds of her breasts flattening against his chest as her head buried in his shoulder. She felt warm, soft, and so tempting against him, and smelled delicious, a comforting mix of conditioner and lotion. The act was so surprising that Dean was momentarily stunned, but reflex kicked in and he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tighter. Just the slight movement of their bodies as he held her was stirring his arousal, and he could feel his cock wake slightly in his jeans. He hadn't misread her signals, that was for sure. She wanted to get fucked tonight! "Whoah! I'm glad to see you as well! That's a nice greeting."

When she disengaged to pull him into her house by his hand, Dean almost didn't want to let go. But, her smiling face lured him into the living room and he got a nice view of her heart shaped ass swinging before him as she led him to the love seat. He joined her immediately, placing a hand on her thigh, resting on top of the thin fabric of her skirt, as the other arm slid onto couch back behind her.

"Mhmm... the only thing I'm hungry for is you," Dean replied, eyes twinkling at his lewd comment. Just weeks ago, Lydia would have blushed, stammered, and fled at such a comment. Tonight, well, tonight he was eager to see how she responded. The hand on her thigh moved slightly, rubbing her and shifting up slightly higher as his face leaned in close to hers, mouth half-opening in anticipation of a kiss. The weird feelings from earlier seemed to be fading, all he could think about was this gorgeous, innocent red-head that was alone with him and seemingly even more excited to see him than he was to see her. And he was very fucking excited to see her.

"I need a taste, right now," Dean murmured, closing the gap between their faces and pressing his lips to Lydia's full, red ones. He'd kissed her many times over the last couple weeks, increasingly passionate as she'd grown more comfortable, but this kiss was likely his most aggressive yet. A deep, hungry, and lusty coupling of their mouths, with his tongue sliding forth to swirl and explore the wet and warm depths of her mouth, plunging into her with unabashed sexual desire. As their faces moved together, his hand began to slide up her thigh, wrinkling and bunching her skirt as he slid towards her inner thighs and inched towards the apex of her legs.

CRAAAAASH!

A shattering noise startled them both and Dean sat up, the hot kiss and his hand's progress towards her sex forgotten. A vase lay shattered on the hardwood floor by the open living room window, evidently it had toppled somehow from the table it had sat upon. Flowers lay strewn on the floor, a puddle of water and broken glass in the center of the mess. Dean felt a cool breeze on his face suddenly, the gust chilled him and made him shiver as he felt his pulse inexplicably quicken.

"What the fuck? Shit... that scared me," the long haired boy said, glancing at Lydia with a look of embarrassment. "Fuck, we should clean that up... was that the wind?"

 

[Xanaphia]

She blushed as he told her that he hungered for her. She looked up at him and bit her her lip, her eyes full of longing for him. He was incredibly good looking and all her friends were jealous that she was dating him. Even more, they couldn’t believe she hadn’t put out yet, all of them teasing her about the ways they would have let him fuck them. She supposed it was easy for them to give themselves away to their boyfriends. They weren’t like her.

Still she held Dean around the neck , grazing his cheek with her lips. Despite her apprehension, she wanted him, and wanted to give herself to him tonight. Looking into his soft blues eyes made it easy to push her nightmares out of her head. “I’m all yours,” she told him as her body heated up from the inside out. The ferocity of his kiss frightened her at first, as if he would devour her essence entirely.

Visions of being held down, choked, beaten, flashed before her eyes. It took her a moment to return his passion, as she convinced herself that Dean would never hurt her. Dead was a teenage boy, he just wants to get in her pants. He was a sweet guy, and so patient with her. If he had wanted to rape her he would have done so by now. Her tongue melted into his as she pulled him closer to her, pressing her breasts against his chest once more. She felt his hand sliding up her thighs and she opened them more for him, giving him the access he so desired. One hand found it’s way on the back of his head as she held him so desperately-

CRAAAAASH!

She shrieked into his mouth as she heard the noise, clutching his shirt tightly as she feared she would be ripped away from him if she didn’t. She slowly opened her eyes to see the cause of the loud noise, breathing deeply as she saw the shattered remains of a vase strewn around roses on the ground. Water pooled where the container had hit the wood floor and was seeping into the floor boards. She sighed after a moment, not sure if this was connected to her closet door.

Usually, whatever it was that opened her closet door when she wasn’t looking, didn’t do anything if others were around. Always quiet whenever she called for her parents or had a friend over. On one hand it was frustrating that no one else ever experienced her terror at the door that never stayed closed, or the presence she felt while she slept, showered or dressed. On the other hand, she reveled in the peace she felt when someone else kept her company. All her girlfriends were too busy to stay with her tonight, so she resorted to Dean, who she knew wanted to fuck her. Well, if fucking Dean meant she was safe from the presence that hid in her closet she would fuck him all night long.

This was different. The presence never made itself known before, and not in front of another person. She nodded as Dean suggested the wind did it. “Yes, the wind,” she repeated, more for her own piece of mind that anything else. She got up now and head for the broom closet so she could clean up the mess. Much to her fear, the hallway closet door was ajar, ever so slightly. Had she left it open? She almost never did but she couldn’t remember now. She stood there for a moment, staring at the door, frozen in terror.

Nothing will happen while Dean is here, her rational mind told her, and repeated a few more times until she believed it. She pushed open the door quickly and grabbed the broom and dust pan, making sure to close it completely this time. She turned and flashed Dean a smile, not sure if he noticed her unusual behavior or was too busy staring at her ass. She hoped for the latter. She really liked Dean and she didn’t want him to know about her fears and her nightmares.

She grabbed a towel from the kitchen on her way back and bent over the mess to soak it up with the towel. In this position Dean would get a nice view of her behind, and the panty line of the thong she wore under her tight pencil skirt. Once she got the water up and swept up the broken pieces of vase and threw it away in the trash, making her way back to Dean’s side.

“So, where were we?” She asked, pulling him close to her once more.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

Dean felt slightly better that Lydia seemed as startled as he was from the falling vase. She blamed the wind as well, but her words had a strange, hollow ring, like she was agreeing with him by reflex but had something else on her mind. Maybe both their touchy reactions were just due to the horrible timing of the interruption, right as they both were mid-kiss and heating up to do more. His blood had been running hot, loins stirring, and the unexpected noise had poured cold water on him. In fact, just sitting here as he watched Lydia start to stand and survey the damage, Dean still felt chilled. That damned open window must be blasting in cold air.

Lydia headed off to get some cleaning supplies and Dean got up and shut the window. It was strange, but standing right in front of it he could feel no breeze anymore. Odd, it must have been a random gust or something.

Whatever.

Dean glanced outside as he pulled the window down securely. The sun had set and while the sky still glowed a deep red, the yard and street were dark, long shadows stretching into strange shapes. The sight was strangely creepy and the brown haired boy shivered slightly, feeling that same sense of dread that had plagued him at Lydia's front door. Trying to push the feeling away, he turned to find Lydia crouching over and sopping up the water from the floor with a towel. That sight distracted him immediately, and he let his eyes linger on her ass in the tight skirt. Heart shaped, firm, and with just enough padding to make it tempting to squeeze, her backside was simply mouthwatering. He couldn't see any trace of a panty line, although, as he looked closer, he saw the ridge of a thong at the cleft of her ass. The idea of Lydia in a thong sent a little surge of new heat to Dean's groin. Those twin globes began to jiggle slightly as Lydia started to sweep the glass fragments and flowers up into a dustpan, a mesmerizing back and forth movement that made him lick his lips. His cock, already teased by their brief make-out session on the couch, was slowly hardening just from staring at her.

Fuck he was horny!

Soon enough, Lydia was at his side again with the mess of the vase cleaned up. To Dean's delight, she seemed to want to pick up exactly where they left off, putting her arms around him and pulling him tight to her slender body. He leaned into her embrace, reaching around with his one hands and deliberately grabbing her ass. After staring at that bottom, he had to touch it and her rear didn't disappointment, feeling full and firm under his lightly squeezing fingers. Arching his hips slightly, he let the bulge growing in his jeans and running down one of this thighs press against Lydia's front, the object unmistakeable.

"Mhmm... well, I was thinking we should just maybe go up to your room, you know, to hang out a bit?" Dean replied, leaning down and giving Lydia another deep and lingering kiss. His blue eyes were wide and full of desire, the corner of his mouth twisting into an innocent half-smile as he stared at her, awaiting her reply.

 

[Xanaphia]

She squealed with delight as Dean grabbed her ass, the suddenness of it adding to her excitement over her apprehension. Within his panted should could feel his lust hardening, pushing against his pants and ready to be free of them. She kissed him back with equal hunger, seeking sanctuary in his embrace. She looked up at him with a seductive smile on her face as he pulled away from the kiss, only to feel her heart sink as he suggesting going up to her room. She giggled nervously as she tried to come up with a good excuse.

“Come on, don’t let a little wind scare ya!” she teased him, pushing her breasts against his chest once more, eliminating any space between them. He seemed dead set on visiting her there so she shrug and took high up stairs by the hand, turning back to smirk at him (and make sure he was still himself) as they reached the top of the stairs. She pushed open the bedroom door and to her surprise, the closet door wasn't open, as she had anticipated it would be. No, of course not, it never did that when she had people over. She breathed a sigh of relief, everything she thought she saw this evening were just coincidence, nothing sinister.

Her room was different from most teenage girls, as a large bookshelf took up half the far wall. Unlike most people her age she loved to read and consumed books voraciously. Last Christmas she had received a Kindle that already had hundreds of books on it, but she kept her collection of paper books. She had read most of them twice, finding herself to be quite a fan of Poe, and his tragic tales of dead young women.

Feeling much more confident that Dean’s presence would ward away the darkness that stalked her, she brought him over to her bed, and sat him down there. She smacked his hands away as he reached for her.

“Nope, no touching, not yet,” she teased as she turned around and turned on her ipod, some sultry music coming through the speakers. She swayed for him now, letting her hand run up and down her body, through her hair, down her neck, over her breasts and along her legs. When she reached the hem of her skirt she lifted it just slightly to taunt him with thigh. Biting her lip, she began to unbutton her shirt, slowly exposing the fleshy mound of her breasts to him. His eyes grew wide as her lacy red bra came into view. Before the shirt was all the way off she turned her back to him, peaking at him over her shoulder until she was free of her top and her luscious breasts spilled out of it, barely contained in her bra.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

Despite all her evident enthusiasm, her body melting against Dean's own and her squeal of delight at his hands cupping her ass, Lydia seemed strangely hesitant when Dean had proposed they go upstairs. He could feel her body stiffen slightly and the giggle she first responded with sounded like a stall to his ears. She even made a half-hearted attempt to get him to stay downstairs, flattening her breasts against his chest to press her case. Maybe she was nervous about the change in venue as it signaled that things were going to get much more serious than might happen on her couch? The reaction was just a little odd, as her gaze was still seductive and she clearly wanted him. Dean didn't dwell on it long, though, because she was soon leading him by the hand up the stairs, that delicious ass swaying in front of him. She caught him glancing at it, but he didn't mind and he let his eyes grow more lecherous, roaming her body with open desire.

"Now this is more comfortable," Dean said as they entered her room. She seemed almost relieved now as she glanced around it, like she had expected something different when she opened the door. He'd never seen her room before and it was always an interesting view into someone's true self, especially at this age. With Lydia, it was the books that caught his eye. They stood out among the typical high school girl posters, decorations and pink accessories. A giant bookshelf full of them that dominated a wall. He always knew she was into reading, but seeing her collection was impressive. "Wow, you have a lot of books!"

In a surprising display of assertiveness, Lydia pushed him down onto the bed and slapped his reaching hands away from her slender body. For half a second, Dean was annoyed, after all he was incredibly turned on and ready to resume their earlier play. But, a grin quickly appeared on his face as he realized she was going to give him a show.

And what a show it was. Lydia had always been so reserved, quiet, and conservative in appearance. What she showed him now was another side of herself, a sensual and very sexual part of her personality that was confident enough to give him this very revealing strip tease. And even more exciting, was the fact that Dean knew she was doing this just for him, to turn him on and make him want her even more, as if that was even possible! Any worries he'd had about how far Lydia would go tonight were forgotten as he watched the girl writhe and touch herself in front him, making him wish his hands were the ones running down her body and gliding over her breasts. The tease of lifting her skirt made his pulse quicken as he hoped to get a glimpse of her thong. When she started to unbutton her shirt, hips swaying in manner that screamed fuck me, Dean licked his lips in breathless anticipation.

"Fuck you are sexy... strip for me baby, show me your sexy body, I want it," said Dean, cheering her on with a lewd whistle. Not to be outdone, Dean sat up and unzipped his own hoody, pulling it off slowly. He had a t-shirt on underneath and he grasped the bottom of it with his fingers, slowly lifting it over his torso and revealing his abs one ridge at a time. He flung the shirt aside and let Lydia enjoy the sight of his shirtless chest. While slender, he was toned and his muscles very defined and masculine. His shoes were kicked off next, before Dean began to work on his jeans.

Lydia flashed her sexy red bra at him before coyly turning to let her shirt fall and only showing him the smooth curve of her creamy skinned back. The red strap of her bra cut across that porcelain flesh and complemented the lustrous red, curly locks that tumbled down the top of her back. Her teasing made Dean even hotter, his need to see her breasts, even if just in her bra, causing an almost painful throb in his cock. And speaking of her bra, could she have picked a less sexual color? It was like she was waving a red flag in front of an angry bull! Fuck he wanted her, so badly.

Dean was suddenly distracted with his own disrobing. The jeans had unbuttoned easily, but the zipper was apparently stuck. With a sigh, he dragged his eyes away from the swaying, half-naked red head dancing in front of him and glanced down at his groin. Some fabric had gotten in the teeth of the zipper or something, an annoyance that had never happened to him before with these pants. Grunting, he started to yank on the zipper, trying to pry it loose. The tiny metal tab was hard to get a grip on and he had to use both hands to twist and pull the fabric the other direction.

Damn. Fucking. Zipper!

"Fuck, this stupid zipper!" Dean growled out, no longer looking at Lydia as he fought his own pants in a desperate effort to get them off of him. His lust was turning into anger as his wardrobe was sabotaging this special moment. How the fuck could he zipper have gotten stuck?!

 

[Xanaphia]

Lydia giggled as he cheered her on, her show obviously exciting him even more. It was so easy to relax around him now, feeling safe and secure in his presence, pushing her lifelong fears out of her mind for the night. She turned back around as she shirt fell to the floor, letting him see the jiggle of her expansive rack. Soft swellings of her chest held back by a thin piece of fabric, the diaphanous material unable to conceal her nipples hardening in desire.

She licked her lips as he revealed his own chest, well defined rock hard abs that made her sigh in delight. Now she was the one who wanted to touch him, wanted to trace the muscle as they went down his body. He was ready working on his pants, and she did the same, slipping her fingers between her hips and her skirt, and rolling it down her womanly hips.

There was a time she felt embarrassed for her curvy figure, more substantial that then of her thin friends. She wasn’t overweight really, a bit soft in places, and her curves were prominent. Dean had been quite fond of her body, and that gave her some needed self-confidence. She finally got the skirt over her hips and let it pool on the floor when she heard him curse. The anger in his voice made her flinch, but soon she saw he was just having trouble with his zipper.

“it’s okay,” she tried to reassure him, coming to his side clad only in fiery red undergarments. She dropped to her knees, surely an alluring sight for the young man as the girl of his dreams kneeled before him, her head aligned with his manhood. Looking down at her now he would see the ample cleave of her white breasts, and the curve of her ass sticking out under her thong. She spent a moment or two fooling with the zipper, carefully trying to disengage the underlying cloth from the teeth of the zipper. After a few minutes of little success, she looked up at his with a smirk.

“There are other ways of getting you out of your pants,” She kidded him, sliding soft fingers between his hips and his jeans. The fit him well, which looked nice against his sexy abs, but would make taking them off a bit more difficult. Still she was patient and, inch-by-inch, she worked them down. The emerging hip bones were a pleasant treat to her, making her heart beat faster as she revealed more. After a minute or two of tugging and pulling, shimmying and wiggling, he was free of his pants. However, it seemed that his boxers had gotten bunched up under his jeans and they two had come down and know she was eye level with his hard cock.

“Oh my,” she said in a breathy gasp, the pulsing symbol of his manhood just inches from her face. It was the first time she had seen a cock up close, and his was quite a specimen. It smelt strongly of his masculine scent, and she found it quite alluring. She took it into her supple fingers and stroked it a couple times, feeling the veins as she slid down to the base. She planted a wet kiss on the tip of it, lingering and moist.

She would have done more, but she remembered some of her friends saying the boys wouldn’t kiss them after they had cock in their mouths. She didn’t think Dean would be like that, but she had to be sure before she showed him anymore attention, standing up now.He was naked and she was close too as their bodies pressed together. The feeling of his skin against hers was electric and she wrapped her arms around his neck and went in for another deep kiss, looking for a reaction since she had just as his cock against her lips.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

Getting your zipper stuck was frustrating when you were a horny boy about to maybe, finally, have sex with the girl you've lusted after since middle school, but Dean was a bit surprised at just how angry he was feeling. Angry enough to essentially ignore the gorgeous redhead that was clad only in her red underwear dancing before him. When she approached him, kneeling between his legs in a position that should make him think of her head bobbing on his cock, the first thought that came to his mind was slapping her, like this was all her fault. Dean had to fight the strange thought back and take a deep breath to calm his surging anger. Where had all this negative energy come from?

"Oh, thanks Lydia... I don't know how it get stuck, fuck," said Dean, taking deeper breaths and settling in to watch her fiddling with this jeans. The touch of her fingers as they brushed against his hard rod was distracting, teasing tingles of pleasure shooting through his sensitive flesh. They were a nice hint of how good it would feel to have that his naked shaft in her soft hands. If only they could get his jeans off! And her breasts, full and swinging, were a mesmerizing valley of cleavage before him that made his dick throb. Dammit, what was taking this bitch so long? The anger had surged back and Dean shook his head to clear it again.

When she proposed an alternative means to take his pants off, Dean was a little confused at first, but her delicate fingers curling around his waistband made him moan in anticipation. It took some wriggling and arching of his back, but his pants finally made it over his hips. She pulled his boxers down with the jeans, and his cock sprang out like it was spring loaded, large, throbbing, and very hard. The sight was a surprise to her and Dean felt his lust growing as he saw her stare at it wide-eyed. His pants were finally off now and he felt an exhibitionistic thrill sitting naked with Lydia kneeling between his legs in her underwear, getting an eyeful of his manhood up close.

"Well, that worked. What do you think of it?" asked Dean with a grin. He squeezed his inner muscles and made his cock twitch in front of her, almost waving for her attention. Her gasping reply made her reaction clear, and the curious and excited expression on her face made Dean lick his lips in anticipation. She was inexperienced, yes, but clearly very turned on by his thick cock. "Go ahead... touch it."

"Mhmm, fuck that feels so good," panted out Dean as Lydia took his dick in her hands to explore. She stroked it tentatively at first, fingers tracing his veins as she felt the weight of it. Dean encouraged her, moaning at her caresses and smiling down at her. "Don't be shy, give it a good tug."

The tip of his cock had a single, milky bead of pre-cum growing at it and to Dean's suprise, Lydia lowered her head and kissed it. He half hoped she would suck him, but perhaps a blowjob was too much to expect given her inexperience. Still, she gave his bulbous crown a nice, wet smooch that left it glistening with her saliva. The groan he emitted was a clear signal to the inexperienced redhead that he liked her mouth's touch on his manhood.

"Don't worry, nothing you can do is wrong," Dean murmured as Lydia suddenly stood up and straddled him, climbing into his lap and trapping his cock between their stomachs as she gave him another deep kiss. His reply was just as passionate, even hungrier, mixed with soft gasping moans as he bare belly rubbed against the sensitive underside of his shaft, grinding it between their skin. "And I'll make sure you enjoy this."

Dean's hands grasped her neck and then slid down her back slowly, tracing her spine, before grasping her bare ass cheeks. He squeezed those firm globes, kneading them powerfully and pulling her against him harder to further press her body against his cock. Then one hand went up and unfastened her bra strap, leaning her back to let that red wisp of cloth pop free from her breasts and fall down her arms. Tossing it to the side, he pulled her forward and buried his face between those jiggling mounds, nuzzling deep in the valley between them. She was so soft and smelled so good, fuck her just wanted to fuck her. Turning his mouth, he began to lick one of her breasts, dragging his tongue over the soft flesh and then circling in to tease the tender bud of one of her nipples. He covered that hardened nub with his wet saliva, flicking it with his tongue, before taking it into his warm mouth to suck on. Staring up at her, he teased it with his tongue inside his mouth as he sucked it to throbbing fullness.

Then, out of no where, he bit it. Dean wasn't sure what made him do it, he'd never done such a thing to a girl before, but the urge seized him and his jaw moved without his lust hazed brain able to stop it.

 

[Xanaphia]

She kissed him deep and hard, really getting into it now. Her whole body was heating up as she felt his hard member pulsing between them. She hungered for him madly, and she was starting to feel quite eager to get to the main event as it were. She grinded against him, and he would feel the heat of her pussy radiating outwards on to his legs. She moaned into the kiss as his hand traveled down her body, cupping her ample ass longingly.

She still kissed him while he worked on her bra, finding it to be much easier to remove than his pants. She assisted him in removing the garment, freeing her abundant orbs from their restraints. She groaned as he began to tease her there, throwing her head back in such pleasure as her pelvic muscles ached with desire. She was getting loud, but she didn’t care, there was no one here to interrupt or bother them.
The gravity of what they were about to do was finally hitting her, yet she almost felt like it was a weight lifted off her back. She was ready to be free of her virginity and to be a woman, finally. She ran her fingers through Deans hair as she threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her breasts right in his face. She rolled her hip over his lap, her entire body aching for him now. His soft lips and warm tongue made burn up and the inside, wetness seeping into her virgin sex.
“Yes Dean, damn that feels so good. “ She closed her eyes as he took her nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, driving her mad. He began to use his teeth and at first, she really liked it. It was just enough pressure get her excited. Before long, however, the pressure was too much, feeling his teeth sink into her flesh, his jaw locking to hold her in place.

“Dean, it’s too much,” She whined softly. “Dean seriously, oww.” She winced as he refused to let up, the pain growing more intense each moment. “Dean! Dean stop!!” She cried out now, tapping his back with increasing strength as she tried to get him to realize he was hurting her. “DEAN!!!” She screamed as the pain was too much and she struck him as hard as she could across the cheek. Finally he let go and she nearly jumped backwards off his lap and onto her desk chair.

She held the affected breast hard against her chest, putting significant pressure on the sore mound. Her otherwise while skin was red with ache and swollen nearly a full cup size. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him, trying to figure out why he would do such a thing to her. After a short time she released her breast ever so slightly, to get a look at the damage. Dark purple teeth marks were already forming on her areola, deep indentations on her flesh.

“Look what you did to me!” She shrieked at him, motioning towards her badly bruised breast. The last thing in the world she wanted to do now was sleep with him. She shook in anger and fear for a moment before picking his sweatshirt off the floor and zipping it over her body. It was loose over her covers and came down just below her ass.

“I’m going grabs some ice, I’ll be right back.” She said, leaving the room and walking down the stairs. Night had fallen by now and the room was dark, by what she needed was in the fridge which had a light. She grabbed a ice pack from the freeze and a towel from the kitchen counter, trying to figure out how she could send Dean home now. The pain had died down quite a bit, but there was a dull ache that made her more anxious than aroused.

As she walked back towards the stairs, something caught her eye. Something in the hallway, something out of place. She took a few steps into the hall to get a better look when she saw the broom she had used earlier fall onto the floor with a dull thud. She had definitely closed it when she put the broom away. Her heart stopped as she processed the broom lying on the ground, timed perfectly so she would see it. She nearly ran up the stairs now, to her room, her face white in terror.

The room was much as she had left it and she wordlessly sat down next to Dean. She couldn’t send him home now, and she was even more desperate to keep him here, in her sights. “Dean, maybe we can try again?” She asked him shakily, not meeting his gaze until the last word. “Let’s just take it a bit slower, so we don’t get too excited this time.” There was an obvious dread in her tone as she hoped he would still be interested in her, not too sore over being slapped before. She still feared whatever had come over him before, but she feared her closet even more.