ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories)

by Jane Prescott

  “Oh, baby!” Seth said. “Oh my fucking God! Oh baby! I can't believe how fucking good your pussy feels! Jesus fucking Christ your fucking cunt feels so fucking good! I wish you'd just let up for a little bit so we could enjoy this longer!”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Jen said.

  She could feel his cock tighten in her pussy as she slammed up and down on it, and she knew that he was about to spurt his hot spunk in her pussy. She hoped that he would fill her up, because that was what she'd really wanted lately, a big cock to fill up her pussy with its spunk. And that's exactly what happened. His cock started to pulse and spurt his semen into her cunt. She stopped bouncing and ground down on his hard as steel cock, loving every second of it. She just couldn't get enough of his fucking dick, it felt so fucking good.

  “You little bastard,” Jen said. “How dare you come in my pussy without permission! Lay down on the coffee table, now!”

  Seth got up and did as he was told, and without wasting anytime Jen was grinding her cunt on his face. She knew that he'd be able to taste his own spunk, that was the whole reason. It turned her on so much, and she could tell it was turning on Seth as well. She figured that such a bad boy would be sexually experienced enough to be able to appreciate a new experience. She honestly didn't really know where it had all come from, but as she was brought to orgasm with Seth's mouth it didn't really matter to her where it had all been stored up, the need to dominate someone until they were nothing more than just a fuck toy for her to use. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't ever something that was planned, it was always something that seemed to come out of nowhere, as if she'd been hiding it deep within herself.

  After they were finished and cleaned up she pecked Seth on the cheek, told him by, and left for home.

  When Jen got home she thought back on the encounter. It had felt good to make Seth do whatever she wanted. It would be something fun to tell her girlfriends and she was sure that it would be something fun for Seth to tell his guy friends. Although it would probably seem strange to some of them that a woman would act that way, it made sense to her. In the rest of her life she was always so prim and proper. She was always the girl who did the right thing, who waited the right amount of dates to fuck, who didn't let anyone talk dirty to her and always refused to send nudes to guys no matter how much they hounded her for them. But sometimes it was nice to just let go and tell a guy to do exactly what she wanted. It wasn't like they ever cared as long as they got some pussy. That was the really great thing about guys; they were always such good sports about it. That was important because if the person wasn't into it then it wasn't fun for anyone, and Jen didn't want anyone to have a bad time in bed with her.

  She ran a bath and slipped into the warm water, thinking about how Seth would probably never look at her the same way again now. But did it really matter this early in them having any kind of real relationship to speak what he thought of her? It wasn't uncommon for people to realize early on that they didn't know anything about the person they were getting involved with. That was all part of the fun of dating as far as Jen was concerned. She just didn't know how Seth felt about dating. Sure, he was a bad boy type, but at the end of the day a lot of bad boy types were cool enough to be secure in themselves and the person they were pursuing to let things happen organically. It was almost like people wanted to high five into relationships; like, “Oh hey, now we are dating so of course we like each other no matter what,” but that wasn't what she wanted to do. She didn't want to just high five into some strange relationship. And that wouldn't probably even be possible considering that she just made Seth her bitch when she fucked him. She giggled to herself as she played with her clit, thinking about how she had made Seth lay down on the coffee table and ground her pussy on his face until he'd come. That had been a lot of fun and she was glad that Seth had been down to do it. Because some guys just weren't.

  In the middle of making herself come again, thinking about Seth, her cell phone rang from the other room. She knew without looking it would be Seth. He probably wanted to ask her to make plans with him some other time. She was glad she could use the bath as an excuse because she didn't really want to take the next step of the whole make plans thing. She wanted him to wait and wonder where she was at with all of it. She didn't want him to be so sure of himself that he was cocky. But then she thought of how Seth really was different than most of the guys that she had chased after. That was something that was important to keep in my mind. So maybe she wouldn't have to worry about him becoming clingy and wanting her attention all of the time. That was something that a lot of people had trouble with, always wanting the attention of their partners. She wasn't one of those people, though. She really liked her solitude and she enjoyed it when other people did as well. It always seemed to make it better when they got together.

  But she didn't really know how Seth was going to be about the whole thing. He was a little bit shy, even though when they got naked he didn't have any problem knowing what to do. It was a lot more than knowing, that was for sure. It wasn't just looking around and taking what you wanted out of a relationship, or trying to make it in your image. There was something to be said for little things happen on their own, from a far off place, or maybe an aloof place would be a better way to think of it.

  Jen lay in the tub until the water was cold, and then she got up and started looking around for the just washed towels she'd thought she had brought up from the laundry room. But she couldn't find one. So when she walked out into her apartment, which was on the first floor of a rickety old house, and found Seth waiting for her she nearly had a heart attack.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “Don't freak out,” Seth said with a laugh. “You left your purse at my place. I didn't even realize you had one with you because yours is one of those super small ones. But here it is. Oh, and you left your apartment unlocked.”

  Jen rushed over, forgetting her nakedness, and took the purse from him. She was thankful that he was being so cool about the whole thing. A lot of people would have been real douche bags about it, and held it over her head. And Seth wasn't being weird at all about how she was naked.

  “But how did you know where I live?” she asked him.

  “Your ID,” Seth said.

  Jen nodded and sprinted to the laundry room to grab a towel. When she came back she found Seth sitting at the kitchen table, looking through a couple things he'd found lying out. One was a collection of poetry that she wasn't sure that he had heard of. Most people didn't really know much at all about poetry, even though it was something that most people, when they did learn more about it, found to be very worthwhile. She watched him look through the magazines and books and wondered what it must be like to be him, to be so cool about everything, and to be a nice enough guy to just come over. Without saying anything she padded into her room and started to get dressed. She wasn't really sure what to think about Seth just coming over. Of course she was thankful but she was just thinking about how it would be nice if he wasn't one of those pushy people who just decided when they could come over. But she had to keep reminding herself that he had a really good reason.

  “Hey,” it was Seth, leaning against her door post. “I don't want you to think that I'm going to just drop by. I'm not that kind of person. Even if we do keep talking or hanging out I'm probably not going to text you all that much or call you late at night and talk to you until you fall asleep. Not that it isn't nice to do on occasion, but I think you know what I'm saying. I'm just not the kind of guy to drop by unannounced, so I feel like I have to explain myself really well.”

  Jen smiled at him as she slipped a bra on over her head.

  “You know, I was just thinking about all of this,” she said. “And let's just not worry so much about it. You know what I'm saying? Let's just see how things grow organically, which is exactly what you are talking about. We should give each other space and what not so that we don't start to freak out about all of the stuff that rela
tionships bring. I know it can be really hard on a guy especially because society makes it so you have to take the lead on everything, but please know that that isn't the way it has to be with me. We don't have to do that. We can just be who we are and not worry about anything like that.”

  Seth nodded.

  Before he left they kissed. When he was gone Jen sat and thought for a long time about what the future could bring. But then she laughed and shook of the anxiety. It was all right to get emotionally involved with people. It was all right to have feelings and seek out people to share them with. She had to remind herself that it was all right for her to be human, for her to love who she was as a person and for her to admire who other people were. It was all going to be all right, she just had to keep telling herself that.

  Jen slipped into bed and started to drift off to sleep. Often times she would dream about the people she was involved with, and sometimes the dreams were disappointing, or about how things could so easily go wrong and she could end up getting hurt. But she knew that this time it wouldn't be that way. That she would drift off to sleep and instead of being assailed by terrible dreams and dark ideas she would sleep fitfully and wouldn't have anything to worry about at all as far as getting a good night sleep went. She almost wished Seth would have stayed, but she knew that giving into that wanting this early would only put a huge amount of stress of things. And that was the last thing that they needed. What she hoped happened wasn't important anymore either. She just needed to let go, to let things play out as they wanted to. There wasn't anything wrong with letting things go their own course. Especially if she wanted to keep Seth as a friend throughout all of this, she would have to keep to the straight and narrow of doing things like a person careful of the feelings of others, but in the way of just considering them, but also in the way of really taking into account that if things went bad that she wanted to be able to still talk to the person like a friend and hang out at the shop.

  Jen's dreams that night were pleasant, and when she woke in the morning she was glad that everything had gone the way it did. She got up and got ready for work, and right before she left she texted Seth a smiley face. He texted her back. All was right with the world.

  THE END

  Enchanted by the Lord

  Chapter 1

  I love my home in the town of Worthing, South England. My parents settled here many years ago, after my mother became ill and needed the sea air. My father, who was a lawyer, opened a new practice here, although he has now retired. Over the years my parents have seen this small hamlet grow into a fair sized town. More and more families are moving here, and only just recently two new schools have been opened by the new Reverend Danby. I am considering applying for a position at one of them, teaching the very young. I feel I need to find something to fill my life, as I will never marry, after losing my beau in the Napoleonic war.

  Every day I walk down to the beach and set up my easel, to paint the seascapes. I love painting, especially outside, and even though I have painted this same landscape far too many times already. I never tire from the beauty of the coast. It was here where I met my Peter, as I painted an abandoned and wrecked boat that was being buffered about by the tide. He had approached me from behind, admiring my work. In every way, he was the perfect gentleman, and complemented me on my talents, and I could tell he genuinely loved them. We soon got chattering and it turned out his father was also a lawyer, so we had something in common right from the word go. Our meetings on the beach became regular, per chance or intentionally, I do not know.

  I do not wish to linger any longer on the story of my fiancé, as he is now lost to me forever. I miss him so very much and it makes my heart ache terribly. When he started at the Officer School, neither of us truly understood the ultimate sacrifice he would make for his King and country. I worried every day he was away, especially when posted overseas. However, he loved the thought of adventure and travel, and could not bear the thought of working in a stuffy office. Just before he was killed, he was to be posted home and we were to marry, but fate is cruel and it was not to be.

  His father took it very badly, as he was an only child. Having lost his wife some years previous, it hits him really hard now that he is all alone. I do visit him regularly, but he is withdrawing away from the world more and more every time I go. Who’s to blame him? I can’t give him the comfort he needs as I grieve too. Soon after his son’s death he sold his house and bought a small cottage by the sea. He can often be seen at the window, or sat on the porch overlooking the sea, as if waiting his son’s return. It is a sad sight to see, a parent should not have the pain of outliving their children.

  He will never return - he died in battle, a brave death, so we were told. He was a good soldier and died saving others. This brings little comfort; his heroics took him away from those who loved him dearly.

  It is time for me to move on in my life, I will always have a place for Peter in my heart, but I cannot mourn forever. I have informed my father of my intentions of applying for a position at the schools. He tells me I do not need to work, but he knows deep down it is time for me to move on. I too am an only child and I love my father and mother as much as they love me. We have been a happy family together, but now I must consider using my education to move on with my life.

  I have mourned for a year and I know I will never love another, though my mother thinks this is nonsense and tells me that at twenty three, there is still plenty of time to find a rich husband. Personally, I only ever want to marry for love, not wealth. Besides, I like my own company, I don’t mind being alone for the rest of my days, if I am teaching children. A life of enjoyable work will be a good substitute to what may be an unhappy marriage of convenience.

  As I sit on the beach, painting, I’m also considering an opening that my father has mentioned to me, as a governess for the Duke of Norwood. I wrote a letter some months ago and the reply offered me the post. I’m still contemplating on my choices, but I cannot decide if I wish to leave my home town. Do I want to move a hundred miles away from my parents, I’m just not sure? Should I go, I would be living in a large manor house that is only a few miles from the sea, so I could still paint on the beach on my days off. Plus the countryside there is truly beautiful, making it even more tempting, but I would miss my parents. Truth be told, I probably should shake up my life and move to somewhere new completely.

  Yes, it is time that I used my education and spread my knowledge; I should take up this wonderful opportunity. I will go to work for Duke Lucius Howard, as a governess to his five grandchildren aged from five to eighteen years. Tragically they lost their parents some time ago, the ship they were sailing on was lost at sea with all hands lost too. I do remember my father reading about it in a newspaper. The Duke seems a good man, and from the terms he is offering me, I think he is a generous employer. I do believe I will be happy there. While the move from my childhood home will be difficult, in all reality I will be only a two day coach ride from Worthing.

  Chapter 2

  The day has arrived for me to leave home and set off for my new life as a governess of five young children. My parents have raised me to be independent and strong willed, to know my own mind. Some would say that this is not fitting behavior for a young lady, but I, for one, am glad that is how they raised me. Without the strength they instilled in me, I would never have got through the loss of Peter. Not that I have forgotten him. I have vowed never to marry as I believe he was the only man for me. However, I am able to move on and widen my horizons, because of the self-confidence I have gained from my parents.

  And so, it is with a little trepidation that I board the stagecoach and wave farewell to my family. Fortunately, it is not too overcrowded, as these things are often want to be. The Duke offered to send his own carriage, but I would not hear of it. I am a woman of independence and I will overcome my unease of traveling. Having lived in a small town, there has never been any cause for me to go anywhere, but the beach. This is a new experience, one,
I hope that I will like.

  Though the stage coach appears comfortable, with cushioned seating and curtained windows, I have to admit that it is indeed a very bumpy ride. I feel every hole and every stone that the wooden wheels roll over. Opposite me are a rather large lady and her small husband, which quite amuses me. He keeps bumping into her, yet she remains solid on the seat. Next to me are their two children, making our side of the carriage rather lighter. We seem prone to bounce up and down more than they do, or so it seems. Although I giggle with the children at the experience, I think we will have sore posteriors when we arrive at the travel inn this evening.

  The inn is a dark dingy place, though the food is good and the bed is comfortable, so I cannot really complain. Luckily it is almost in the middle of nowhere, so there are not many patrons other than local farming people. I eat my dinner with the family, which pleases me. Although I consider myself independent, I do not really wish to be completely alone. Besides, when they found out where my new employment is, it made quite an impression upon them. Well, the woman was all a dither anyway; I do not think her husband cared one way or the other. Apparently he is a well-known tailor, but the name means nothing to me, though I do not say this to them.