In the Forest of the Night

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Something kept drawing me to Mr. William Sage. From that day, my mind would regularly drift into thoughts of him as I recalled his face, the rough lines and square strong jaw, the deep-set brown eyes, and the gentle expression of amusement that seemed to accompany both my times with him. His eyes looked as if they held some other worldly light that instantly calmed me, when I should have been completely beside myself with humiliation.

In the quiet times I had with myself and my body in bed, I would think of him in the rudest sort of way. I had often imagined lovers, but never had any taken real form or shape in my head. Now my lover had a name and face and body.

Several days later, on a day much like the day we met, I set off for my private place hoping Mr. Sage would not unexpectedly appear again. Before I was fully aware of what I was doing, I was surprised to find myself taking the path toward the woods, instead of the more direct route to the wooded glade, and the stream.

I approached the cabin to see Mr. Sage hauling water for his house.

“My uncle doesn’t provide you with a better source of water?” I asked.

“I don’t need one,” he replied.

I nodded, as I watched his trim naked torso twist and move. I was mesmerized by the manliness of his sweating muscles, wet, raw and dangerous looking, if I were to describe them. I was afraid of the feelings that were coming to mind. I should consider changing my daydreams, I instantly thought.

“So, to what do I owe this pleasant visit?” he asked me.

I was shocked out of my fascination with his body, and looked directly into his fierce but kind expression. “I was on my way back to the stream, and stopped by, hoping to implore you to stay away from my private spot.”

He chuckled. “You must be appealing to my gentlemanly sensibilities, otherwise your announcement would be a tempting invitation.”

“That is NOT what I meant!”

“Isn’t it?” He looked totally serious. The man walked toward me so his body loomed over mine. I almost swayed back at his approach, as if he was bowling me down. I would have liked to have clutched my crotch for protection, but I clung to the my bag in my hands instead.

“Do you fear my touch as much as you do my eyes?” he asked.

He was standing very close, so close that I felt the heat from his body, and could see the bulging in his pants where his c**k was. I think if I’d stayed much longer, he would have leaned down and kissed me.

To my surprise, William reached out and took the bag from my hands and dropped it to the ground. He breached the space between us, and put his hand at my waist, then moved it lower so it rested on my bottom. I was practically in his arms. It was inappropriately forward of him, but I didn’t balk. Something I was unaccustomed to was taking over my will. It began between my legs, familiar to me as the sensations that accompanied my s*x play on the rocks, and in my bed.

“Do you want me to show you, Isabella, what your body craves?” he asked.

A simple question, so it seemed. Like his asking me the time of day.

I pulled away from him, and ran back to my uncle’s house forgetting the reason for my trip. I’m sure he was laughing at me the whole time.

From the attic, I could stare down at William’s cabin. I could see him come and go on his motorbike. I could watch him mount the heavy metal cycle, make the engine roar, and then appear to fly off down the path toward the road. Strangely, even that act inspired my lust.

Will’s sure and certain manner intrigued me. I’m sure he knew that too. I sometimes think he had my seduction all planned; but he did almost nothing. I was doing all the work, all the spying, all the coy looks, and all the running after him.

I thought for a while, with all this s****l preoccupation, that perhaps I was just bored with my life, my studies, my hostess duties for my uncle, and the occasional company of other women my age. I breezed through them all easily, and there was little else to challenge me. But it was clear, even as I was attending to those things, that my mind and heart and especially my body were fixed on the sensuous possibilities of a liaison with Mr. Sage. I wanted a lover, and I wanted him.

***

“Isabella,” I heard my uncle speak as I was sitting at breakfast one morning.

“Sir?” I was shaken from my private thoughts, and stared up at Uncle Andrew’s concerned face.

“You’ve been distracted lately, perhaps you don’t have enough to keep you busy?”

“Oh no, sir, I have plenty to do,” I was hasty to reply. “In fact, I’m working with the cook on preparations for your gathering on Saturday.”

Any suggestion that I was educating myself on running a household like this was always encouraged by my uncle, since in the back of his mind, my marriage was an expectation. I know he thought it was his duty to marry me off, though I had thwarted any attempts to arrange things with any young men my age. So far, I’d not found any man who met my qualifications. The haughty youths all seemed much too silly, tied to the strings of autocratic fathers, and swooning overzealous mothers. I searched for a man of independence, of wit and zeal all his own. But so far, I’d been left disappointed.

“I’m glad to hear that,” my uncle told me. “And that brings to mind another matter.” He took off his glasses, a sure sign that this was a serious talk. “I think you should be looking for a serious arrangement, your best years will be going by and you’ll not find one you like. Then you’ll be desperate.”

I immediately recoiled at this talk, as I always did. “I will not be desperate! I don’t care to marry young, Uncle Andrew,” I said adamantly.

“You are a headstrong girl,” he told me.

“I suppose I am,” I readily agreed.

“Nonetheless, my dear, there will one very charming lad at the dinner party Saturday. It has been suggested to me that he would take a deep interest in a young woman of your caliber and looks. I would consider him carefully.” My uncle cleared his throat. “For your part,” he had that horrid look of deep concern on his face, “I want you to take this task seriously. You make a big mistake pretending it doesn’t matter.”

I felt myself first grow cold, then instantly hot. I took a deep breath and squelched a host of things I might have said to him. I didn’t want my uncle to think I was ungrateful, but I didn’t want his help with my social life, let alone trying to arrange a marriage for me. He had to stop this.

“Uncle Andrew, I’ll help make sure Saturday is a successful event, but now I must really go.” I was breathing too fast, this repeated conversation having become so painful to me. I had to get a breath of fresh air to clear my lungs and my head.

I needed time, and some place away; and on any other day, I would have gone to my private glade, but as I strode briskly away from the house, I was interrupted by Will Sage. No, he didn’t seek me out, but in the back of my mind I heard his name come to me. It was shouted so loudly, that it drove me from the path, and I was soon skirting along the forest edge, then darting down the road to his house.

He wasn’t there when I knocked at his door, but when I turned to leave, I almost ran into him. He was just inches from me when I stopped in my tracks. He put his arms out to catch me, and left them holding each upper arm. It was a gently reassuring gesture.

“You’ve been seeing ghosts?” he asked me. “You look so pale.”

“No,” I sputtered.

“But you’re upset?”

“I don’t know why I’m here, but . . . .”

Before I could go on, he leaned in and kissed me.

I was astounded, but I didn’t make him stop. He pulled me tightly to him and placed a hand between my legs, at my thigh. “Perhaps this is what you want?” he asked.

My body was playing a wild game of leap frog.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, staring up into his eyes.

He abruptly backed away at my eagerness, but we were still standing so close that I could feel his body heat playing off of mine.

“You’d have me make love to you, Isabella?” he queried.

“Yes.” I wanted his hands on me. I wanted them climbing down my blouse, and up my skirt. I wanted them everywhere all over me, taking this mounting passion in me, and using it the way it was meant to be used.

“I’m not a man to play with Isabella. You would be giving up your virginity.”

“It means nothing to me,” I told him readily.

He looked at me skeptically.

“I thought you would want this too,” I said, wondering why he was waiting so long. “You said yourself, you are no gentleman.”

“Your maidenhead means so little to you, that you’d give it up to a near stranger?”

“You know me better than any man I know, that makes you far more than a stranger.”

He could not disagree.

“You asked me days ago, and I’ve thought of nothing but your taking me beyond this ridiculous purity. My mind is not pure, why should my body be? I think of nothing day and night but taking you as my lover, having you teach me how to please a man, and please myself. I know you can do that. I also know you desire me. You’re teasing me now, not giving me what I need so badly.”

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, laughing.

I stood there wondering if he would continue to put me off. He wasn’t being fair, eliciting this confession only to reject my pleas.

“You start down this path today, you will not turn back. You cannot leave here a silly child.”

“I’m tired of childhood, Will, please.”

He said no more, but took one hand and pulled me into the cabin. We stood body to body, eye to eye. I thought it was strange we weren’t moving to the bed, but I was submitting to him, letting him take me. Each of his hands held one of my hands, his manly fingers toyed with them. Even my fingertips were tingling. My whole body was rushing madly toward something, and though I could imagine many things, I had no idea what would really happen.

While his eyes still held mine in their grasp, he brought his hands to my waist and firmly pushed down my skirt. It dropped to the floor. Then, he moved in on my belly, his hand skimming the aroused surface. All that separated skin from skin was the thin filmy panties I wore. At first, I recoiled at his touch, thinking I should. But then I remembered what I really wanted. There were sharp sensations building in me, with a tension almost too much to bear. I wanted this more than anything. Now with his hands and body on me, in one bright daring moment, I sealed a fate I’d been pressing toward for a long time.

“Lean back against the post,” he told me as he shoved me gently toward the rough hewn board at the center of the room. It became a crude cushion for my back, as I followed his command, and passively allowed Will to undo the buttons of my blouse. The silk fell away, to reveal my lace camisole. With a hand so very gentle for a man’s large one, he stripped the garment away until I stood naked before him, trembling.

“You’ll remove your clothes?” I wondered aloud.

“Shush, Isabella, you have no need to talk.”

When he discovered my breasts, his hands seized them with a firm grasp. He softened to a tender stroke, then pulled hard at the tiny n*****s. I looked down to watch them turn into hard purple buds. He pinched them again, and held them so tightly that I let out a little scream.

The sharp sensations were going everywhere in me, especially between my legs. I could feel the soft female nectar at my thighs, the same sweet juice I licked from my fingers when I was making love to myself.

He bent down on one knee so he could be closer to my s*x. And to my shock he brought his head to the delicate parting where there were wisps of silky hair covering that private place. His tongue slipped between the folds, as a hand pushed my legs further apart, and a finger toyed with the tiny opening there. He was able to push his finger inside, and I thought my body would go through the roof.

“Oh, my god, please, Will, do that more,” I exclaimed in a voice I hardly recognized.

I didn’t have to command him to do anything since he had his own designs on me. I was there just to receive whatever he gave.

As the prodding finger continued its play, his tongue did too, slipping deeper into the crack, finding the hard throbbing bud that I found so often with my own hands. My hips were swaying to the rhythm of his attentions, sometimes jerking as his tongue seemed to devour my cunt. I had to grasp the post behind me to keep my balance. With my chest thrust out, my hands occupied, I felt as if I was in some kind of restraints. Certainly, I was bound to this man and this thrilling moment.

His gentle searching had my body screaming to find a release I would welcome, I couldn’t hold anything back. I felt as if a mighty flood was bursting at the doors of my body, demanding its release. With his finger probing deeper still, far into the dark recesses of my soppy hole, with his tongue finding ways to flick the sensitive skin, my climax was not far off.

My mouth babbled a long refrain of Ooooohs and Aaaaahs, and then the whimpers took over, as I joined him in a joyous search for an ending. Everything tightened in me for a second, and deep in my groin I tightened even more; and then, there was an enormous rush of feeling, as if the whole world was disappearing out the door, while I was left floating in bliss.

Will caught me when my hands let go of the post, and I had no bearings. I’d never pleased myself standing up, and I thought my legs would crumple underneath me. Without saying a word, he half carried me toward the bed, and pushed me down against the soft blanket, on my back. He spread my legs wide, his body coming down on me briskly. I only barely saw his c**k, as it disappeared between my thighs. The stiff firm rod pushed at the wet entrance to my body. It pressed hard and slow.

Deflowering me was not a graceful act, as he pressed his advantage against the unyielding membrane that separated me from the rest of my life. But I lay back urging him on, with a throaty cry, gasping loudly when his full hard c**k finally breached that tight place.

“Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!”

I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t grateful for this moment, but the instantaneous unexpected pain sent a knife blade sensation somewhere deep inside.

“Let go,” he whispered in my ear to soothe me. “Let go, let go.” The sharp electric sensations fired everywhere within me. Better than the climax I’d just enjoyed, this was going far beyond those limits to something more. I wanted it, all of it.

He moved on me with speed and steadily mounting fervor, as I pressed myself against him. Something in the feel of this was everything I was asking for, and yet beyond my expectations. It was like thunder rolling through me. There was no pain anymore, just the crude sensation of being overwhelmed by something I could never describe in words.

I think he was taking me gently, though it was difficult not feel the amazing force of his need and the orgasm that followed.

His spent c**k dripped over me, when he withdrew. It was my first real gaze on a man’s p***s, and I was stupefied by the size and magnificent shape of this instrument of painful pleasure. It was thick, so it seemed to me, with a deep purple head, that within a few moments seemed to shrivel down in size.

“You’re not a virgin, Isabella.”

“I’m glad for that,” I happily replied, with a soft sigh. “Virginity was a burden to me that held me back. I’d rather be damaged goods than some bride, hymen intact, rent in two by a silly wholesome boy, or some dour old man.”

“Your first lesson in love is over,” Will announced, as he collapsed to my side. His hands glided over my naked torso, and he dabbed my bloody cunt with a clean cloth, pulled from the bedside stand.

“This is all that separates you from respectability,” he said drawing it out for me to see.

What a prize! I was glad of it. Any husband would have to accept this, or not have me. I could never offer my virginity again. I thought it some horrible advantage men could hang over a woman, and I refused to play that insipid game with any man.

We lay side by side for some time. I was exhausted, happily so. Running my hands lightly against his bare chest, I even let them slip down to his soft warm c**k.

“For your next lesson,” Will told me, kissing my cheek lightly.

I could sense his c**k might be rising even as I stroked it, but he lifted my hand away and placed it on my thigh. I realized that I hardly knew William Sage, there was so much to this man, all so foreign to me.

“You can come back for your next lesson tomorrow,” he told me.

“I think I’ll be sore, perhaps?” I could feel an ache between my legs, though it was a comforting discomfort that I would treasure.

“I know you will, but you’ll heal. And your desire will only mount.”

“Would you take me again so soon?” I asked.

“There are many ways to take you,” he said.

He was stroking my hair so gently. I wondered at his curious combination of gentleness and ferocity, that made making love such a startling thing. The day, my week, my life could not be going better. I shouldn’t have wasted so much time in girlish things, even myself play was nothing to compare with this.