Starr Fated

by G E Griffin

  “Okay, Liam. I have to admit that everything you’ve given me to drink so far has been really good,” she smiled, as she took the large glass of wine from me.

  Of course, I had an ulterior motive. I hadn't completely given up on the idea of seeing Seraphina dancing for me, here in the safety of her apartment. I’d brought my iPod along with me too, just in case, with a suitable playlist in mind.

  We sat together on the sofa in her lounge, and I think because we both knew I was staying the night, there was no pressure to rush anything, so we just chatted as we relaxed and drank our wine.

  I noticed a framed photo on the shelf next to where we were sat.

  “I take it that must be you and your mother?” I asked, as I studied it closely. It looked to be of Sera when she was about fifteen or so, with a woman who looked more like an older sister than her mother, but of course I knew she didn't have any siblings.

  “Yes, that’s me and Mum.”

  “I can see where you got your looks from. She was very beautiful too. I'm surprised she never re-married, but maybe she had a partner after your father passed away?”

  “No, nobody. Well, I suppose that’s not strictly true. There was Trevor, our neighbour. We lived out in the suburbs – we had an upstairs maisonette, and Trevor lived downstairs. His wife had run off with another man leaving him to bring up his young twin daughters – Willow and Fern - on his own. Mum and I used to help him out with the girls so that he could work, and in return he helped us out with all kinds of practical things. And I’m sure that if Mum had given Trevor even the slightest encouragement, he would have jumped at the chance of a relationship with her. But she never did; she just wasn’t interested in anything other than friendship. She apparently never felt the need for a man in her life after my dad died.

  “And this Trevor – what was he like?”

  “Oh, he was really good to us. He even taught me to drive – that was his job, he was a driving instructor. He organised his work to fit around looking after the twins as much as possible, but Mum or I used to help out if he had to give lessons when they were around. In return, Trevor got me through my driving test, and he also helped us with the maintenance of our little old Fiat Punto, nursing it through the annual MOT check, that kind of thing. I’m still in touch with him and the twins – he was totally devastated when Mum was killed. I think he’d always hoped that maybe when I eventually left home to go to uni, perhaps Mum might have finally considered starting something up with him, but it wasn’t to be.”

  “So you can drive. I somehow just assumed you’d never had the opportunity to learn,” I said, as I quietly topped up her wine.

  “No question, if it hadn't have been for Trevor, I would never have learned to drive, because we certainly couldn’t have afforded lessons. But luckily, I really took to driving, and I passed my test first time. It was a sad day when I got rid of Gloria – that’s what we called our old banger of a car. But when I started uni, I couldn’t afford to keep her going, and in any case there’s no real need for a car in London with all the public transport.”

  “I suppose not for someone in your position,” I agreed.

  “So, how many cars do you have? Only you said about not having enough parking spaces.”

  “Only two at the moment. But as the apartment came with just one parking space, it was a bit of an issue for me initially, but I've got round it now.”

  I've found that most problems of this type can be sorted if you’re prepared to throw enough money at it, but I didn't pass this nugget of wisdom on to Seraphina.

  “Oh, only two. I think it was some sort of BMW you gave me a lift in that time you wanted to see my designs?

  “Yes, that was my BMW X5, which is my everyday run-around car. I find the ConnectedDrive system it has extremely useful – it’s basically the internet in the car. And then I have my Aston Martin Vanquish as well.”

  “Of course you do. I’ve no idea what one of those is, but it sounds very James Bond-ish to me,” Sera giggled. The wine was clearly having an effect, but as I didn't want to overdo it, I didn't top her glass up any further.

  “Well, if we do go down to the coast, I’ll take you in the Aston Martin,” I promised. “So, how about I put some music on?”

  “Sure, why not?” Sera beamed at me.

  I put my iPod in the dock, selected the playlist, and then sat back to watch Sera’s reaction, as the track that she danced to at the club came on.

  “You’ve done this on purpose, haven’t you?” she accused me, as ‘Little Bad Girl’ started playing.

  “I don't know what you could possibly mean,” I smirked at her.

  “Come on. Dance with me, because this is so you,” she insisted. She grabbed my hands to pull me up to dance as she sang along to the ‘bad boy’ lyrics.

  “Liam, you’ve got great natural rhythm. I never expected that from you.”

  “Dancing’s not the only thing I’ve got great natural rhythm in either, as you’ve been finding out this weekend,” I whispered.

  I put my hands on her sexy bottom as she gyrated her hips round and put her arms around my neck. We were totally in sync as we moved to the music, grinding our bodies together, free to express ourselves however we wanted. I looked into her eyes and saw the close proximity of our bodies had sparked her raw need just as it had mine. So I reached round and undid the zip of her dress, letting it slip down over her shoulders and fall to the floor. Now she was dancing in just her underwear and high heels. I held her at arm’s length and spun her round, so that I could look at her.

  I liked what I saw, very much indeed.

  She was wearing a pretty pink floral bra and matching tiny little shorts, which looked very cute on the nice round cheeks of her bottom.

  I made no comment on the fact that her lingerie was probably from some cheap range, because there was no denying that she looked hot in it.

  “Very nice, but I think this will be even nicer.”

  I undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.

  “I want to see you dance topless for me.”

  She only hesitated for a moment, before she started dancing around me, running her hands over her body and through her loose hair, and then over her naked breasts.

  “Play with your yourself. Tease yourself,” I instructed, as I forced myself to remain still. I watched, fascinated and incredibly turned on to see Seraphina acting this way, as she pulled and tweaked her nipples.

  “I want you, Liam,” she whispered in my ear, as she entwined herself around me seductively.

  “Angel, you’ve got me,” I murmured. I lost the battle to remain detached as we feverishly started kissing, while I manoeuvred her towards the bedroom.

  She laughed as I threw her on the bed, and then watched as I quickly shucked off my shoes and socks, pulled my shirt off over my head, discarded my trousers, then joined her wearing just my boxers.

  “Let’s take these off, shall we?” I removed her shoes and threw them to the side. “And you really don't need these either, do you?” Her knickers ended up on the floor as well.

  “I think you’re overdressed now.” Seraphina helped remove my boxers and tossed them to floor.

  After having been so shy with me only yesterday, I was delighted at the difference twenty four hours and some really great sex had made to her confidence, exactly as I'd hoped.

  I held myself over Seraphina as she lay down, but I didn't actually touch her at all.

  “What are you going to do to me, Liam?” she murmured.

  “I’m not going to do anything to you. It’s what you are going to do.”

  She looked puzzled.

  “Remember I told you we still have some basics to cover? Well, it’s you on top tonight. I’m not sure my back can stand any more of your claws just yet,” I joked, as she scowled at me.

  I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, forcing her to sit astride me.

  I looked up at the vision of pure loveliness now perched above me. Sera looked
rather bemused.

  “I’m not sure what to do next,” she whispered.

  I could feel her warm, wet pussy so enticingly close to my cock, and all I wanted to do was bury myself deeply inside her, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to encourage her to explore her own sexuality, to feel more comfortable with her own body.

  “Touch yourself. I want to watch you pleasuring yourself.”

  I held her legs wider apart as she straddled me. She hesitated, so I took hold of her hand, and guided it down.

  “There are all sorts of fun toys designed for giving this kind of pleasure, but nothing beats God’s own given implement,” I smiled as I helped her to stroke herself, noting that she was already very wet. “Does that feel nice?”

  “Yes, yes it feels very nice,” she whispered, as her hips unconsciously starting to rock against the hardness of my erection.

  “Now use your other hand to play with your breasts.”

  Seraphina was so amazingly responsive, so beautiful in her sexual rapture as she closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure.

  “Can you make yourself come this way?”

  “Mmm, yes, yes, I think I can.” I watched as she continued to climb, tensed and then moaned as she shuddered and flew over the edge to climax.

  “That’s it. Just let go, absorb the pleasure,” I murmured, as I held her arms to steady her. I loved watching her face as she came, seeing how the pleasure affected her.

  After a minute or so, she slowly opened her eyes, and smiled a lazy smile at me. She bent down to kiss me.

  “Thank you.”

  “I didn't do anything. That was all your own work.”

  And a very useful lesson in self pleasuring that I was hoping would maybe come in handy for some Skype sex between us sometime in the future when I was away on one of my inevitable business trips.

  I sat up slightly so that I could reach her breasts. As my hand caressed her right breast, I gently licked her left nipple, then suddenly bit her quite hard, aware that it would already be quite sensitive from where she had been teasing herself.

  “Ah!” She jumped, but I didn't stop, as I immediately sucked her nipple hard into my mouth, knowing that she would the feeling the sparks from the pleasurable pain resonating deep within her core. I repeated the process on her other breast.

  “Oh God, Liam, I want more.”

  “More of what? Tell me what you want more of.”

  “You. I need more of you. This is what I want,” she moaned, as she reached down to take hold of my erection.

  “Then take what you want, sweet girl. It’s all for you.”

  I helped to position her above my only too willing cock. She looked down at me, her green eyes sparkling, her dark glossy hair curling down over her breasts.

  So beautiful.

  “Just ease yourself down, you decide how much of me you can take,” I urged. I felt her lusciousness slowly engulfing my length, as her wonderful tightness stretched to accommodate me.

  “I love how your cock fills me so completely,” she whispered. “I love feeling you inside me.”

  I gripped her hips to help ease her back up again, feeling the tautness of her walls as they reluctantly let me slide out of her, then loving the way they clamped around me as she slid back down to take me inside her again.

  “Can you take all of me this way? How deeply can you take my cock?”

  I let her decide how far we could go, and gasped with pleasure as Seraphina slowly seated herself right down on me, until I could feel my balls up against her. Every last bit of my length was inside her wonderful heat.

  “God, that feels so fucking good. I didn't think you’d be able to take it all.”

  “You push me and you stretch me in every way, Liam.”

  “My cock owns this sweet pussy of yours, and don't you forget it.” I gently helped ease her up and down on me. “You can ride me all you want, Angel.”

  We linked fingers as I helped to support her, and flexed my hips up to meet her as she came down. Then I slowly ground round inside her.

  “Mmm, Liam, I really like it when you do that.” Sera threw her head back. We worked out our rhythm to ride together, as I wrapped my arms around her hips.

  Inexorably we built up our pleasure, feeling the waves growing as they surfed through us. Making love this way meant we could watch each other, we could read each other’s feelings, linking and bonding us, making it incredibly intense and quite unlike anything I'd experience before.

  “I’m close, so close now,” I whispered, as I felt myself right on the very edge of the cliff and about to fall.

  “Me too,” Sera whispered.

  So I thrust in even deeper, ground round even harder, and that was enough to send us both to our climaxes. We clung tightly to each other, riding out the cresting , until finally she slumped against me on my lap, as we both struggled to catch our breath.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered.

  “Mmm,” she muttered incoherently, as she snuggled against my chest. I grinned as I rested my chin on the top of her head, my cock still deeply inside her.

  “Is that a good ‘Mmm’ or a bad ‘Mmm’?”

  “Good of course, as you well know, Liam,” she murmured as she swatted my arm playfully. “I didn't think I'd like being on top, but I do.”

  “I think you’ll find that every position we’ll try is good in some way, so just keep an open mind. I don't intend for anything we do to be anything other than entirely pleasurable, even if I push you to your limits sometimes. I hope you’re learning that you can let go and trust me.”

  “I am learning. And although I don't have anyone to compare you with, I do appreciate that you’re a very caring and considerate lover. You always make sure I come before you let yourself go, don't you?”

  “Of course. Ensuring a woman’s pleasure…” I stopped myself just in time. I’d been about to say ‘ensuring a woman’s pleasure guarantees they’ll always come back for more’ but I realised that was the old me talking. The one who always liked to have a playmate on standby, eager to share a quick mindless fuck to achieve an orgasm, to efficiently tick that box and deal with that urge. That’s not how it was with Sera.

  “What were you going to say?” Sera queried.

  “Ensuring your pleasure increases my pleasure. Being considerate of your needs as well as mine means we get to share the best possible sex we can. And believe me, we are sharing some truly great sex here. We are very, very good together, my little Angel.”

  “Really? You’re not just saying that?” She pulled back to study my face.

  “I’m not in the habit of lying or just saying things, Seraphina, as I’d have thought you’d have realised by now. But come on, we need to shower.” I gently eased her off my lap, thankful that I seemed to have avoided saying something that would have undone some of the trust I was trying so hard to build up.

  ~*~

  I woke up on Sunday morning to find myself spooning against Seraphina’s back. We were both naked, she felt warm and soft and lovely in my arms, and I couldn’t imagine why I’d thought I didn't like sharing my bed up to now. I would happily have slept with Sera every night we possibly could from now on, but she was more reluctant, she still seemed to be trying to keep some distance between us.

  Just a short while ago, I wouldn’t have believed it possible that I would be feeling the way I did; wanting to spend every possible moment with one undeniably beautiful but frustratingly feisty and independent young woman.

  Seraphina made me smile, she made me laugh, we had fun together. Fun. Not a concept I was very familiar with, but one that she was now bringing into my very boring life, and I found I wanted more of this plain simple fun. Walking along holding hands. Sharing a joke. Preparing a meal together. Just being together. So I would do whatever it took to get more of this kind of fun.

  Of course there was the sex as well. As I’d told her, the sex between us was incredibly good. Undeniably better than anything I’d experienced before, and
there was still so much more ahead of us to look forward to. I couldn’t wait.

  Seraphina murmured and stirred as she woke, then turned to look at me over her shoulder.

  “Good morning,” she smiled, her green eyes sparkling as she reached out to stroke my stubbly cheek - she often touched me this way, so I guessed she liked to touch my face. I liked it too.

  “Good Morning. Sorry – I don't usually shave at weekends if I don't need to, but if it bothers you…”

  “No, I like it. I like seeing this rougher and unkempt side of you, the side no one at the office gets to see.”

  “Are you saying you like a bit of rough?”

  “Maybe I am.”

  “I can do rough.”

  “I have no doubt you can.”

  “You trust me enough for a little rough play then?”

  “Yeah, I think maybe I do.”

  “You know we can stop at any time?”

  “I know, Liam. I trust you.”

  My throbbing erection had been nestling against the warm curves of her bottom during this exchange between us. I knew what I wanted to do. And it seemed she might be up for it too.

  I pushed her over onto her front on the bed, and then held her down.

  “We’ve still got one more basic position to cover.”

  “We have?”

  “Yes. I still need to take you from behind, but as that can be a little boring, I thought we could spice things up a bit, especially with your penchant for being restrained and pinned down.”

  “Liam, ….” her voice sounded all breathy, so I knew this whole idea aroused her, even if she was a little hesitant.

  “You said you trusted me, didn't you?” I whispered in her ear as I pinned her down on the bed, then trailed kisses over her shoulders and down her naked back until I reached her gorgeous bottom, which I nipped with my teeth.

  “You know you want to play,” I murmured.

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  I smiled to myself as I reached down by the side of the bed to find the two silk scarves we’d bought yesterday. The bag containing the candles were there as well - we’d never got around to lighting them last night. Never mind, there was always next time.