Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Ch. 9

Later that day, he walked in with dinner just as she was coming out of the bathroom, naked and  straight out of the shower. She screeched and dove for cover behind the bed, and he just chuckled as he set out dinner.

Eventually, Heather got control of herself, not yet used to being naked in front of him. Strategically arranging her towel, she managed to find an oversized t-shirt and shorts she could use until bedtime. None of the selections were as conservative as she would have liked.

But after the workout, the first in her life, and the long hot shower…  The smell of steaks gripped her and she realized just how hungry she was.

He’s got me by the stomach, doesn’t he? She thought.

He stood, waiting for her, and as she took her seat, he pushed her chair in for her in a gentlemanly fashion.

He had brought down wonderfully done strip steaks, wild rice, spinach, and red wine.

He corked and poured some wine in each of their glasses.   Then he lit a candle and turned down some of the kitchenette lights.

Oh, wow. Wine!?  This feels so… classy!  It gave her a thrill to think of herself being treated like a grown-up.

“How was your workout?” he asked.

“It was… better than I thought it would be. But… why do I have to do the treadmill?” she asked plaintively.

“Well, there’s several good reasons. First off, exercise is good for the mind. It’ll help you feel better mentally. It’s also good for the body. Get those endorphins going. Increase the stamina,” he said, and gave her a kind smile.

Oh…    He’s getting me in shape.  But what for…

“So, all this is… about…”  She couldn’t quite get the word out. “Sex?”

“Oh, no. Not at all. Well, at least, not just that.” he said in a slightly injured tone, even a little embarrassed. “It’s just that… well…”   

And for the first time, she saw him at a total loss for what to say. In that moment, on his face, she caught a glimpse of a very deep pain that he carried within him, but she did not know what it meant.

“Heather, I want you to be happy and healthy.  Right?”  She didn’t quite understand yet, but waited for him to continue. “I’ve spent a very lonely life. After this…” he waved, indicating his face “It’s understandable, no one would want to be with me. That’s why you’re here. I thought we might be able to… help each other. You need me, and I…  I… need you,” He said, somewhat brusquely, but she could tell that was bluster.

Still she looked at him, waiting. Finally, he said quietly,

“Bringing you here makes me responsible for you. And I want to take the best care of you that I can.”

He paused, and looked at her hopefully.

So much pain and emptiness.  I know how he feels too.  Finally, she gave him a demure smile and put her hand on his.

He looked into her eyes, holding her offered hand.  “Well. I hope you enjoy the wine, it’s an excellent year, and it should pair well with the steak.” He said, recovering some of his usual cheer.

She guessed that she had just seen something in him that very few people ever had. A crack in the armor. She allowed him to steer the conversation around, instinctively knowing that it would be best to allow him to recover himself.

“Oh, I never, ever get a chance to have steak. It all smells so good. Thank you,” she managed, and thought she carried it off with just the right amount of friendliness. Down in the deepest recesses of her brain, she intuitively understood that she very much needed to win his approval.

They spent a pleasant meal, not saying much. He was able to draw her out in conversation a little more, talking about items from the news.

“I hope you like movies. Help me clear the table, ” he said as he gathered up some dishes. He had her wipe everything down and finish loading the tray up while he fiddled with the TV remote.

Heather thought this was a real treat. She had never had the money to go to the movies, unlike just about all of her friends. The best television that she ever got to see was whatever the antenna could pull in. Cable television was definitely not on the budget.

Oliver pulled a large quilt out of the cabinet by the door. She finished cleaning up the table, and as she walked over he began to play the movie. It was one of the recent romantic movies that she'd seen advertised just a few months ago, and secretly had wanted to see very badly. He was sitting on the couch and as she looked about for where she wanted to sit he beckoned her over, patting a spot on the sofa next to himself. Immediately she could feel butterflies in her stomach again.

Well, we’re both dressed in shorts, so I guess it’s ok. With a deep breath, she took the few steps over to the couch and sat down next to him. He leaned back against the couch and pulled her even closer, one arm draped casually over her shoulder.

As they watched the first few minutes of the movie, the story began to work its magic and soon she forgot where she was altogether.

During a quiet moment, he got the blanket out. He leaned over to her and whispered.

"When I was a kid, sometimes the neighbor girl would come over and we would watch a movie from the sofa. We would lie down under a blanket and snuggle together. Let's do that,”  he said, and the childish grin on his face, mixed with the imploring look in his eyes, forestalled any argument from her.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek, and propping a pillow at the far end of the sofa for them to lay on, he coaxed her into laying on her side in front of him. Then he pulled the quilt over the both of them, so that she quickly found herself in his spooning embrace once again. His arms wrapped around her, drawing her close and resting just beneath her breasts. Her head wound up comfortably resting against his chest. He interleaved his legs with hers, the sensation was like being shuffled into a deck of cards with another person. It was not unpleasant.

He managed to bring every possible square inch of their bodies together. He could feel the heat of her body, the movement of her breath, and her pulse moving through her. It was an echo of a memory from so long ago, an innocent time.

Once again she was lost in the story of the movie, and even lost track of all thoughts about the strangeness of her predicament. And in her mind, it became less of a predicament and more of a situation. At a particularly romantic part of the movie, he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. It struck her as strange that after all he’d done, that he could also behave so innocently.

It was during a kissing scene late into the movie that she noticed something. On the screen, the heroine had finally realized her love for the hero, and had found him before it was too late. As she watched the deeply passionate embrace and kiss, she felt her nipples start to tingle all of their own accord. She noticed the proximity of his strong hands to her breasts, and her nipples began to crinkle up and to protrude, pushing into the fabric of t-shirt. She felt him shift behind her, and moments later, she felt something hard poking her bottom. Her breath hitched upon feeling that, suddenly alert and anxious. She unconsciously shifted, causing her rear-end to rub against that hard poking thing, and she heard a stifled grunt from behind her.

Heather froze, afraid of what might be happening behind her. But at the same time, a kind of ticklish excitement hovered in her belly.

Unexpectedly he hugged her tight to him again, and he lowered his head to her exposed neck and gave her a gentle kiss just below her ear, as one of his hands wandered and casually grazed her breast. She heard herself sigh as ribbons of warmth and tendrils of tension spread out from her belly and chest and from her neck. In reaction she wiggled her butt against his…

Against his…  what?  she asked herself, but knew full well that it was his manhood, and from the feel of it, it was substantial. For the first time, she allowed herself to sink into his warm embrace as she wiggled back up against him. This caused him to grunt again.

“Sorry for the discomfort, but I think we need to rearrange just a bit here,“ he said, then there was some shuffling behind her as he readjusted himself. Then he let his hand drift down to her topmost leg. In one quick motion, he hoisted her in tight against his crotch while he lifted and separated her top leg into the air a bit as he slipped his hard-on between her legs. Then he returned her leg to where it was, making himself a hard-on sandwich with her legs.

“There, that’s better” and he settled in to finish the movie.

Heather’s attention was focused entirely on the sudden visitor nestled between her upper thighs.

Oh, my God… that is his THING.  Right there! After some internal debate, she came to the conclusion that his shorts must be stretchy enough, or else… he had slipped out of his shorts. She could feel his ramrod steel clamped firmly at the apex of her legs. She could not gauge its size. However, she guessed that it was quite a bit bigger than she’d expected.

His embracing arms were criss-crossed in front of her, so that his opposite hands were on each of her breasts. As he continued to very lightly pet her breast, she settled into his arms, feeling pleasantly as if her body was falling backwards into him.  Her attention was on the heated interaction of the characters on screen.

He continued his meandering petting, and it started to get distractingly hot for her.

As the movie drew to a close, she decided to try something. She tilted her head to the side a bit,  exposing her neck to him openly. Very soon, he planted another kiss, and another, and then another as he worked his way from her earlobe, down her neck, now right at hollow of her shoulder. He kissed her gently. Then with more passion, sucking at her flesh, nipping the sensitive skin there, as his fingers traced figure eights across her breasts. She moaned at the electric sensations that he evoked in her. She felt a bloom of heat within as she noticed that one of his hands drifted to the bottom of her shirt, and began tugging it upwards. He raised it slowly up, past her navel, then slowly over her breasts, and she obediently raised her arms up to allow him to remove it. Between her legs, where his manhood lay somewhat reduced and softened, she could feel him abruptly re-inflating.

They settled back in, and he resumed his kisses, trailing them across her shoulder. His fingers now working across her nipples unimpeded, making her gasp and sigh. She wondered at the feel of the skin of his arms as they crossed under the bottoms of her breasts. The sensation of skin on skin there was completely new to her.

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, turning towards him and disengaging from the visitor below, and met his next kiss. As their lips touched, she felt like a coiled spring. She pivoted in his arms and allowed him to reel her in, as he silently instructed her on kissing, first just lips, and then tentatively, his tongue explored further, parting her lips, meeting her for the first time and sending a surge of adrenaline through her body.

He separated from her long enough to quickly shed his shirt.

Heather had never seen a man up close like this before. She saw his strong chest, the ripple of his muscles as he embraced her again. She opened her mouth for him as he assaulted her with pent up passion. She felt his longing, and let herself be washed away with it, and moaned under the force of it.

Ummmmmm… Oh, my!  He’s a gooood kisser!   was the one thought that she could muster when they came up for air. The heat and the fire in his eyes was beyond her experience, and it scared her a little still.

They lay there and kissed, and slowly ran their fingers over each other, exploring, as the credits rolled, and a second movie queued up and began unnoticed.

He reached down, and started to pry one side of her shorts over her hip. She looked up at him with alarm, and he gave her a warm, comforting smile, then kissed her again as he worked her shorts lower, with little tugs, until it was headed for her knees, at which point she kicked them off somewhere into the quilt.

A moment later, it was his turn to be surprised as her delicate hands nervously felt their way down his flanks, to the tops of his shorts. She fumbled with the knot in front for a minute until, in frustration, she grabbed a handful and yanked down. He stifled a laugh, grinning ear to ear, as he bowed himself up off the sofa to allow her to continue tugging the shorts lower, until they got hung up on his thing.

She looked at him with a frustrated glance, and he quickly cleared the shorts away and like her, kicked them towards the other end of the couch. To help distract her and settle her nerves, he resumed kissing her, with each kiss, pulling her in tighter to him. Her unknowing arms now worked their way around him, taking him in. She felt his erection pressing against her scant pubic hair. With a concerned downwards glance, she lifted her leg and remade the manhood sandwich from the front.

They lay like that for a long while, just kissing and feeling their bodies pressed so close together while the second movie played on.