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After half an hour of this treatment, Rubia told Robert to remain lying down on the table and to think of nothing, just let himself relax, to look at the stars above him or just to close his eyes while listening to the distant music. Robert obeyed Rubia because of the extreme intensity of what he had felt all over and inside of his body and he had become tranquil, as if all the energy present in his body had escaped with the contact of the girl’s hands. It was then with pleasure that he closed his eyes and began to nap whilst dreaming of the erotic experience he had just placated, still quivering all along his body with sensual delights.

Then soon he heard Rebecca the third girl, whispering into his ear that he could wake up now. He opened his eyes, relaxed as if he had slept a whole night, not knowing where he was, as if he had been intoxicated. But he was well alert and Rebecca was deliciously naked with her long brown and sweet-smelling magnificent hair, leaning forward over him, her heavy breasts brushing his side. She asked him to turn himself onto his chest and began to softly massage him, beginning at the base of his neck and then down to the soles of his feet with equal strokes as for the rest of his body. Under the expert hands of Rebecca, Robert was now aware of the fact that certain parts of his body were practically in knots and nearly painful when Rebecca was massaging them, working them, so as to let them regain their original suppleness. Rebecca’s gestures were accompanied by her soft voice: “Relax yourself, Robert, let yourself go, let me massage you without resisting me.”

The male that was inside Robert had still a tendency to tense up at moments, but little by little, he felt one by one that all his tense points were relaxing and at the end he found himself totally restored, like he had been before because of the intensity of Rubia’s caresses when she anointed him with the oils, happy to feel his supple muscles spread themselves, developing all their power when he stood up to get down from the massage table.

Rebecca, worn out by her efforts to make him relaxed and supple, had to lie down herself among the cushions near Pamela, Rubia and Suji. The girls were now drinking tea while savouring cake and some fruits.

Robert was looking with envy at the vision of these four naked nymphs stretched out among the cushions, the blonde Pamela was surrounded by the three cute girls. It reminded Robert of the paintings by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres in which odalisques and other bathers, sensually indolent at the side of pools washed themselves, doing their hair, lazing around, but above all else, were sharing moments of feminine intimacy, far from a mans world in the Turkish baths of those times.

Pamela and the three girls were drinking tea and joking between themselves as if Robert was not there, hiding nothing of their nakedness and acting completely natural, as if to be nude was something normal. A charming atmosphere made of softness and delicacy was emanating from them. All these soft shapes, round and velvet merged among the cushions, their smooth and satin skins caressed by the warm light of the candles, a yellow light that skimmed their stretched bodies, these supple and young bodies with their hair spread out around them, framing radiant and smiling faces. The grace was present too in the movements of their arms, of their delicate hands when they were taking cake and fruit, when they lifted them to their sensual lips, calm and voluptuous, soft and sensual in every way.

Robert was sat on the edge of the swimming pool, a little distant from them, afraid to disturb this idyllic picture. Certainly he could not deny that this earthly vision of paradise for any man was of the most erotic, but at the same time, the youth and innocence of the girls laughing and joking together like playful schoolgirls was evading Robert to become sexually aroused. A purity as pure as the original purity of the world was emanating from these girls, a happy world in which all is gentle and loving. At that moment, Robert began to regret being a man, not able to join them in their games, their discussions, their feminine intimacy. He felt like a stranger, felt that if he went near them, something would break.

This was a strange feeling for this young man who was used to being a paramour as was Julie a seducer of men, without worrying of tomorrow and thinking only first to satisfy his sexual desires, selfishly preoccupied by his own personal pleasure. He then would have had no other envy, at the sight of the girls, to rush himself among these naked bodies offered to that sight, to take them, caress them, embrace them, penetrate them, to show them all the power of his virility and to make them feel his masculine strength.

Instead of that, he looked upon them as you would admire a work of art, one does not dare to touch it, you are suddenly too moved to even breathe. Robert was in the same state of spirit as that of the art lover, he was communing with the simple happiness of the girls without daring to approach them, afraid to disturb the atmosphere of happiness that was emanating from them in the middle of this mysterious and magical night.

All was a mystery for Robert, time had stopped in its tracks and even the place was like unreal as if Robert did not know where he was. Robert’s mind was without any bearings and his body had merged with his spirit.

Pamela stood up at that moment and approached Robert who saw that blonde sensual flesh doll coming towards him with her long thick curly hair falling down upon her shoulders like two golden cascading rivers, hiding partially her breasts with such pink soft nipples rising out like two flowers in the centre of their areolas, inviting a warm sensual kiss to land upon them.

Robert had a weakness for breasts, their tenderness, their tips that could erect, that he loved so much to pinch, to suck, to lick, to kiss, to nibble. He always had that feeling, when holding the nipples of a woman between his fingers that he was holding her completely, that she was belonging to him. To see a woman arching herself, to make a woman quiver when he pinched lightly her nipples was also very erotic for Robert, more so erotic than to penetrate her.

It was then with a lot of interest that he was looking at the nipples of Pamela. The girl noticed it and came to him with a smile, without speaking she took his hands and put them on her firm and full bosom. Robert closed his eyes whilst Pamela was pressing her breasts against his palms, burning with desire.. He was feeling the warmth of the velvet breasts of Pamela in the centre of his palms, their smoothness, their tenderness. Robert moved down his hands to cup the breasts of the girl, as if he was weighting them, as if his hands were a human bra for that breast with such cute nipples, so pink and now so proudly erect. While wrapping Pamela’s breasts with his hands, Robert began pinching delicately the little rosy tips between two fingers.

Pamela loved it when men admired her breasts, she loved to feel her breasts being fondled, massaged lightly and tenderly, that they would quiver, made erect by the contact of the tongue and even nibbled with teeth, provoking waves of intense desire inside of her.

Julie was waiting for Robert and Pamela took Robert by his wrists making him release her breasts and his sex was completely erect. She decided to make him feel that she was able to hold him entirely in her hands. So, instead of asking him simply to follow her to meet with Julie, it was with a mischievous smile that she took his sex into her hand, as if it was a handle, but a soft, so warm and firm handle. Then she took him in that way to the garden.

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Robert did not resist. To feel his sex so tenderly clutched into this so smooth hand, a hand belonging to this naked and desirable girl who pulled him that way was very erotic but also disturbing. His sex rose up in all the glory and beauty of an erect phallus, and at the same time he was dominated, totally clutched and contained in the hand of Pamela who was making him feel the pressure of her fingers and was pulling on him from time to time to make him walk, as if she wanted him to avoid escape from her.

It did not take long to see a tear of pleasure escaping from Robert’s sex, a little tear that Pamela wiped off with the end of her index and lifted it to her lips with sensuality. But when Robert thought that the play would be more intense, Pamela freed his sex telling him with a gentle smile that he had to save himself for Julie and that her mistress would be furious against her if they would go on with this little erotic play.

It was then in a state arousal and also of great frustration that Robert followed Pamela into the garden, which besides earned more the name of a park because of its large size. When turning back, Robert saw that the building they just left was a big round imposing pavilion, surrounded by tall marble columns and that the biggest part of the pavilion was occupied by the swimming pool where the three other girls were still lying languid among the satin and silk cushions.

Since he arrived there, Robert was surprised by the apparent natural nudity of these girls and his curiosity drove him to ask: “Tell me, Pamela, is it only for me that you are naked tonight, you and your colleagues, or are you used to it?”

“It is a normal state, we are often naked because Madam likes to live naked, she feels better that way, freed from all constraints. She considers that we are born nude and that it is ridiculous to clothe yourself when you are not forced to do it. Then, to have the right to work for Madam, we must accept to live as naked as her, which is far from being unpleasant, believe me. Moreover, this sets us somewhere on an equal footing with her, she does not crush us with her outfits and her jewels like most rich people do with their employees whilst you are forced to be clothed with an austere little black dress, a white headdress and a ridiculous little white apron. No, Madam is treating us as her friends, she likes to speak with us and she often has a swim with us in the pool you have seen. For instance, the three girls you saw, if they are of course first at the disposal of Madam, we have also the right to be massaged by them when we want. We are living here in a little community of women who are first friends before employees working for a boss.”

“But do the men working for your mistress have also to be naked? Doesn’t it creates some… problems to be naked all day long with them?'

“Good question, Robert.” answered Pamela with a mischievous smile. “In fact Madam has resolved the problem by hiring only women. So you will not see any men here.”

“But tell me, if your mistress requires that you must live naked, how do you cope in winter? I understand that it is very pleasant now, but with the first cold of autumn, you must be obliged to clothe?”

“No, because we simply move to other countries and houses all year long to have the pleasure to feel the warmth of the sun on our skin.”

“But your mistress is so rich, to be able to follow the sun like that with all her employees all year long?”

“Yes she is but she loves also life enough to fully make the most of it instead of simply letting her money sits in banks. Madam likes also simple things and the fact that you live naked does not obliged you to buy dresses from famous couturiers.” added Pamela with a mischievous blink at Robert. “This doesn’t prevent her from buying magnificent silk dresses such as the one you saw yesterday, because Madam has a very intimate relationship, a very sensual relation with silk.”

The two young people had now reached the far end of the park and were standing in front of a lovely mansion, built in freestone and surrounded by big majestic and ancient trees. The windows of a vast room were fully opened and were letting the velvet-smooth notes of a melody fly away in the night with an intoxicating scent of flowers.

Pamela and Robert climbed the steps of a marble-imposing staircase leading to a terrace onto which the room opened. A warm and soft light was emanating from it. A wave of pleasure ran along the spine of Robert when he recognized the tune that was playing, the three Gymnopedies for piano of Erik Satie, a piece of music that made you dream, melodious and melancholy as a sail in a small boat drifting away. This tune was filling the soul with its slow rhythm, with its deepness, with the crystal but also the mellowness of its notes, with its inner chord.

Julie, gracefully sitting in front of a cream-coloured concert piano played with charm and virtuosity this so romantic melody. Her body was undulating like a swan, her silky arms as white as opal as if like two wings ready to open themselves whilst her hands were moving on the keyboard with the same grace as the noble bird’s gliding elegantly over the water.

Fluttering over the keyboard, Julie’s diaphanous hands were like immaculate butterflies whilst her fingers with buffed nails shinning like agates, running, slipping, flitting over the keys. The delicate and so true touch of these long and slender fingers, their sensual pressure on the keys, their agility and their grace were fascinating and entrancing.

It was a real enchantment to be able to gaze at this perfect body stirring with the sound of the piano, bending itself, leaning over, and tautening in harmony with the music. Julie was music, Julie was vibrations, the melody was emanating from all of her being as an evanescent form of her beauty, a perfume with enchanting notes shedding out lovingly around her.

Seeing Robert, Julie played for him a last Erik Satie’s melody with a suggestive title: “I want you”, a superb air which possessed the beauty and the rhythm of a slow waltz.

The young man had stopped on the threshold of the room with Pamela and was drinking, inhaling religiously the music played by Julie so brilliantly and with so much delicacy. All was perfect and the nakedness of the young woman was sublimating this wonderful melody, making it more magical, more magnificent, captivating the eyes, the hearing and the heart. Robert had the feeling to discover for the first time in his life what was music, the true music, the music of life, and the music of love.

The last notes of “I want you” had just slipped into the depths of Robert’s heart when Julie stood up with grace and elegance, or rather ascended weightlessly as if she had sat until then on a cloud. She smiled at Robert with an enchanting and radiant smile; her white teeth glowed as if a row of nacreous pearls delicately lined up between two ruby full lips finely delineated. This already disturbing smile was transcended by her catlike eyes with two sparkling emerald-green irises, caressed by long velvet eyelashes, themselves crowned by two eyebrows with an exquisite curve. Her face, like a Madonna was adorned with the prettiest nose that one can imagine, refined appendix that put the final touch to a face with delicate and natural beauty.

Her lily’s body, which Robert was seeing for the first time in all its nakedness, was perfect, silky and velvet as the one of a virgin and her so translucent and diaphanous satin-like skin gave the impression that her body was lit up from the inside.

Julie reminded one of Botticelli’s young girls, pure jewels of the Creation, living flesh and works of natural art, adorned with their thick and luxuriant hair. Julie was so pure and so disturbing that one barely dared to approach her. Some flowers that subtly embellished her long hair, making one think a little more to the lost paradise, also enhanced this impression of purity.

Her sumptuous and thick silky black hair was flowing undulating on her soft and diaphanous shoulders, as a river with multiple windings creating a magnificent contrast with her ravishing paleness. Two round and firm breasts were emerging stirringly from the mane, silky and tender fruits with perfect shape, adorned with pale pink areolas delicately laid down as petals of flowers on this velvet-smooth skin with nipples as pistils.

His eyes, following down the fawn-coloured flowing locks discovered that this alluring river had gave birth, flowing into the hollow of a small valley made by two shapely and superb thighs, to a chestnut curly delta, an intimate pubic treasure of ginger velvet.

Nor the artist painter with his brushes, nor the sculptor with his polished but cold stone, nor the writer with his poor terrestrial words were able to convey all the charm, the radiance, the grace, the harmony, the perfection of this living and celestial flower who was bewitching and dazzling all of those who rested their gaze on her, who rested their heart there.

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The room where they were, lit by hundreds of candles shedding a soft, warm, coloured and intimate light was really heavenly. Thousands of pastel coloured petals of roses were strewn over the ground and so spread an intoxicating fragrance whilst the walls were lined with silk with delicate motifs. Julie was standing up, like a nymph emerging from stream on this carpet of flowers, bathed, wrapped by this mellow and caressing light.

The whiteness of her opalescent body was shining among the coloured petals, alabaster magnificently smooth that invited the hand to lay on it, to caress its adorable contours, to follow each curve to better feel all its voluptuousness. Her sumptuous and immaculate body seemed to be lightened from the inside whilst the thick veil of her hair was glowing with the candlelight.

With a soft, warmth and sensual voice, Julie asked Pamela to leave them alone whilst motioning Robert to come near her. The young man was dazzled by so much beauty, fascinated and disturbed by this magical, idyllic sight and was almost quivering when approaching Julie whilst feeling the freshness and softness of the rose petals under his bare feet.

Julie drew back her gorgeous hair with a light and ethereal gesture, revealing lovingly her delicate breasts and smiled at Robert whilst holding out her hand to him, this graceful hand with so slender fingers able of so much sensitivity, delicateness and touch.

Moved by this Aphrodite beauty, by her delicacy, her nobleness and her exquisite goddess like elegance, Robert held delicately Julie’s hand to his lips and, whilst lightly bowing down, kissed her hand softly. Although they were both naked, they were dressed by the magic of the place, by the splendour of that instant and Robert would have not behaved differently if he had been wearing a smoking jacket and Julie a ball gown.

Julie then took Robert by the hand and invited him to sit down with her in a large deep supple leather sofa in front of which was a little coffee table whose sculpted feet were made of four naiads holding with their arms a marble plate veined with tender pink swirls. A bottle of champagne waited in a finely worked crystal ice bucket.

“Robert, please open the bottle.” Robert obeyed but was surprised, when he wanted to pour, to see that there was only one glass.

“My tender love, I want to drink this champagne in the same glass as you, I want us to be this night only one mouth, an only one being joined by love, our two hearts and two bodies quivering in unison. I want to drink into you as you will drink into me.”

So they drunk from the same glass and whilst the bubbles of the fresh wine were gliding erotically deep into their throats, they were looking at each other, eyes into eyes, desiring each other already intensely.

Julie lay down on her back and asked Robert: “Dip delicately the tip of your tongue in the glass of champagne and put each drop you gathered onto the places you will chose on my body, then dry tenderly these drops of desire with your lips. And she closed her eyes to better feel the freshness of the champagne and the softness of his lips upon on her body offered to pleasure.

The play was very erotic and Robert, rather timid, began to put a drop of champagne on Julie’s forehead, which he dried voluptuously with his lips. The scene repeated itself afterwards on Julie’s lips, her neck and her breasts, her navel… Julie, eyes still closed, quivering with each fresh drop. The last drop was put on her pubic hair and Julie trembled with delight when she felt his face nuzzle into her.

They embraced each other into a warm and sensual hug whilst kissing passionately. Julie felt herself melting between Robert’s muscular arms, gently crushing her breasts against his chest, pressing her sex tenderly against his thigh, feeling his male strength overrun her whilst she gave herself to his erotic caresses. Robert’s hands were sliding along the velvet back of the young woman, caressing her superb wavy and thick hair, his fingers plunging with delight into the silk of her fragrant mane of velvety hair which he inhaled the so intoxicating perfume.

Their embrace became more tender and passionate and Robert, who was now feeling so sexually masculine, wanted to pay homage to the intimate lips of the young woman, tenderly nestling between her silky thighs. But Julie pushed away gently the hand that was investigating into her pubic hair and looked at the young man with a tender smile and a gaze of admiration could be read on her face when she saw the superb erection sported by Robert, worthy of the most beautiful representations that can be seen on certain erotic Greek vases.

Julie had always thought that the man’s sex was made to be in erection, that it was so beautiful that way, that it was acquiring all of its softness, all of its warmth. She was therefore admiring, like an expert, the superb specimen of the phallus that drew up proudly in front of her. She freed herself from Robert’s embrace and, kneeling in front of him, wrapped her tender lips around the tip of his glans, sensually kissing with her warm lips and tongue.

Robert offered himself without any restraint to Julie’s mouth whilst her hands were lavishing other caresses all just as arousing. When the warm and powerful stream gushed from his admirable sex, Robert’s face was sublimated into an indefinable expression with an exceptional intensity. The wave of pleasure had been so strong, the violence of the senses so intense, the fullness so complete that at that instant of absolute happiness and gratification, it appeared in its entirety on his face, and the depths of his eyes misted with gratefulness. He was there, abandoned, his lips still parted on a marvellous smile of ecstasy, bliss and exhilaration.

Julie had come at the same time with Robert as he offered himself to her, freeing his intimate self, letting escape his soul, his male essence.

The sensuality of the young woman was so strong that she was able to have an orgasm by the only fact of seeing the ecstasy on her lover’s face. That instant that she watched with so much eagerness, had aroused her so much that she came as strongly as if she had been penetrated, at least that was what she believed, as up to that day, no man had ever deflowered her. She was as virginal as the day she was born.

She was in essence the “erotic animal par excellence”, an accomplished expert into the subtlest caresses. A Don Juan in stiletto heels, able to use the most refined tactics to hunt her male prey. Julie was nevertheless still a virgin and was happy to be, whilst the soul of men, their true self, their intimate essence was appearing to her without any modesty, without any restraint, it was the erotic element, “par excellence”, the only thing able to make her come completely.

Julie was needing to dominate the situation, to dominate her lovers, to organize their erotic pleasure, to orchestrate their orgasm, to offer them a sublime, rare and exceptional instant of happiness as the one she had staged for Robert that night, but she was still refusing to offer completely herself to their caresses.

Ultimate modesty, fear or young girls, romanticism? Probably a mix of all three.

Her attitude was not failing to surprise her lovers, most often frustrated not to be able to possess her completely in full sexual intercourse after having desired her so much. Certainly the young woman was not denying them any of the other carnal pleasures but was allowing them all they wanted with their tongue, through the act of cunnilingus. But she denied sex that gave rise to the full penetration by the male sex.

Yet, Julie had been tempted to offer herself completely in the craziness of her senses during her most wild erotic nights, but she had always felt at that last moment the intimate reluctance of her mind ordering her to go no further even if her body urged to do so.

But love was for Julie something sacred, much more superior to the terrestrial condition of man. For her, love had to be sublime, was like a vessel able to take you to ethereal heavens where the flesh stepped aside to became vibration, self-sacrifice, union, the fusion of bodies and souls.

That ultimate fusion, that complete abandonment of oneself for a being as subtle and sensitive as Julie could not be imagined anywhere else than in an exceptional context and implied that the man who would have the privilege to make her a woman had to be also able to make her feel the love, the true love, the love for which you are able to make all sacrifices.

But then Julie had pushed the refinement, the mystery, the eroticism to such a stage of perfection that her lovers were well in trouble to be able to surprise her in turn on this point. The extreme beauty of Julie and her magical performances were even likely to make them lose all of their usual abilities, making the most refined of them to be regarded as vulgar.

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A virgin, calling down the grace of heaven upon her but coming up against the sexual terrestrial desires of her lovers, Julie was anguished, having not found yet that soul which was able to take her on their wings to felicity.

But Julie’s quest of the ideal man was useless up to now. She was still alone and still wondering if the real love was only a dream or could be one day a reality for her.

The only thing she was not telling herself was that her refusal to let her lovers possess her completely was also for a big part, the cause of her successive failures. Even if the way she was offering herself to her lovers was near to heaven, a man is still a man and not being able to thrust this beautiful girl with his shaft was a total frustration for them. The consequence of it was simple, the lovers were inevitably disappointed by each other and they separated.

Robert was not an exception to the rule and after some passionate nights of wild but “controlled” love, their relationship came to an end, like with all her previous lovers.

Julie was lying languidly among cushions with Pamela. They had just swam together in the round pavilion’s swimming pool and after drying their nude bodies under the sun on the terrace, they were now drinking tea together.

“You know, Julie, I think that you should just accept making love with a man without a second thought. I don’t understand your fears about it. It is so simple, so easy and you will see how it is wonderful to feel a man thrusting deep into you. Your ideal quest had only one result up to now; loosing all your lovers, one after the other.”

“Yes Pamela, but even if you find me stupid, I just cannot offer myself to the first one as easily. I need to be loved, to love him first and to know him. I prefer to remain a virgin than to regret to have offered myself for the first time to a man who will perhaps leave me afterwards, abandoned.”

“Ok, Julie, but just be honest with yourself; Do you really think that the way you are trying to find the love of your life is the best way possible? You arouse all these men and when they are ready for wild love, you just tell them that they cannot possess you. All your erotic sophisticated dream production is only leading you to systematic failures. Why don’t you want to love a man as a “normal” woman? Please stop being a child, stop to considering that your virginity is such a treasure, it’s silly. Look into my eyes, tell me if I am wrong?”

“No Pamela, you are not and I am tired of all these setbacks. I am so sad to have not been able to really love a man up to now. But you are so right too.”

Julie remained thinking and after many minutes she suddenly told Pamela:

“Ok, I take the risk, I will offer my virginity to the next one, and whatever it will cost me. If he leaves me, I will of course be very sad but also free to offer myself totally without restriction to any other one. I just hope… it will be the good one this time.”

“Great! Tomorrow it is Sunday, let the wind decide who will be the happy man that will make you a real woman!”

“You..!” Julie pushed Pamela who then fell into the water with a big splash. Julie dived behind her and they laughed together like little girls, splashing each other like the old friends they were.

On Sunday, Julie, naked as usual under her silk dress was walking under the arcade of the Garden of Eden. The weather was sunny but some clouds were showing themselves and the wind was accompanying them. Everything seemed to be in place for the wind-driven erotic scene of Julie.

But she was not in her usual mood. She was scared like a virgin before her wedding night, scared to think that whatever would happen, whatever man she would choose, he would have the right to deflower her.

Deep in her thoughts, she did not get any attention to the man who was approaching her.

He was tall, handsome, and athletic, and wearing a broad-brimmed hat, casual and looking at the people passing by with a sort of irony. Whilst Julie was not paying attention to him, the man’s lively look had immediately spotted this desirable creature. He was sure that the way her breasts were swaying under her dress was the proof that she did not wear any bra. He found it quite exciting to imagine her uncovered nipples brushing delicately the silk with each step and each sway.

They were near to each other and suddenly the wind blew off the man’s hat. It fell directly at her feet. Before Julie could understand what was happening, she saw a smiling handsome man kneeling in front of her to take back his hat. At the same time, the wind blew up Julie’s dress, revealing her velvety tender bush to the man whose face was nearly against it as he was just going to stand up.

Julie the wind expert, for the first time of her life, the table had turned; she was not even able to anticipate the reaction of the wind. The man used his own hat to kneel in front of her and the wind, her old friend, had betrayed her at the worst moment.

Julie, who was never ashamed to show her nakedness to men, was so disconcerted that she blushed in front of the smiling man.

Instead of excusing himself for what had happened, he just laughed:

“Oh, sorry Lady, the wind, my hat… but what a sight, thank God for this wonderful day, I never saw such a lovely pussy, and so happy to meet her owner.” He offered her a wonderful smile that she was unable to resist it. Instead she just laughed, still blushing.

“Please Lady; come with me to celebrate this. There is a nice little Café there where we could get to know each other better.”

“But… sorry, I don’t know you, I…”

“Come on, “I” do know you.” He added with a mischievous smile.

Julie was defeated on her own territory. She was not even leading this man, this future lover; she was the hunted now. But this man seemed so friendly and funny that she decided to accept his invitation. She just had time to see Pamela a slight distance away, laughing at what had happened, before she entered the Café with the man.

“Please sit down here, Lady.” And he offered her a chair near the front window. Julie, usually able to decide anything was just like a toy in his hands, unable to react, unable to say no. This was completely new for her. She was even surprised to see how easily she was pleasing that stranger. He sat in front of her and took off his hat, revealing his curly long fair hair.

“My name is Vincent, I am an artist painter. Who are you my dear erotic apparition?”

At these last words, Julie blushed as two other customers turned their heads to look at her with interest.

“Please, be more discreet!” she told him.

“Sorry, enthusiasm probably!” and he smiled sending her a wink. “So, what is your name?”

“My name is Julie and… I don’t do anything except love life.” she replied.

“And teasing men?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, walking completely naked under your silk dress on this windy day is not a hazard, don’t think I am able to believe that the delicious sight of your lovely curly pussy was an accident.”

His smile was irresistible and Julie lowered her guard seeing that it was useless to lie to him.

“Well, Vincent, you are so nearly right. Yes, it excites me to be naked under my dress and sometimes… it had helped me to find… friends. But believe me or not, when my dress rose up just in front of your face, it was not my doing.”

Vincent was looking at this desirable sophisticated woman with great interest. Not as a man who would have only been sexually aroused by her but as a man who would have discovered a new variety of flower, a completely unknown one.

“My dear Julie, if you accept that I can call you by your little name, just know that seeing naked women is my usual way of life as a painter. Therefore, I was not shocked at all by the sight of your intimate bush. I was just interested, as a professional, to see that this curly treasure was nested between two splendid shapely legs and thighs and was surely owned by a very interesting and sensual woman.”

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Julie blushed a little more but was terribly excited by his conversation. The conversation goes over and they spoke together about art and artists while drinking red wine.

The bottle of wine was empty and they were now like old friends. Vincent was so surprised by the knowledge that Julie had about art. Not only because she nearly knew so many things about it but more than that, by the fact that she was really able to feel the intimate essence of art, she was even speaking of art as an artist would have done it. Vincent, like most common males, was thinking that most of the great artists were men because women were not able to feel as many things as men. Hearing Julie speaking about art showed him that all he had thought about it up to then was perhaps not so simple. He was simply beginning to admire her, simply beginning to love her, even if he was not able to see it as clearly.

If Julie had been completely lost at the beginning with Vincent, lost by his leading assurances, her female intuition was telling her that she was beginning to seduce that strange man. He was beginning to react differently, looking at her with more passion, with less irony now. She thought it was time to give him an appointment in two days, to let Pamela have enough time to make her usual enquiries about the not so strange Vincent.

“Please, Vincent, I have to go now, but I would be very happy to invite you to my home on Tuesday evening. What do you think of it?”

“Tuesday? Sorry, I can’t. Why not this evening?” he asked.

“This evening? No… This is impossible, I…”

“Are you married? Engaged?”

“No, no, not at all but…”

“So, ok for this evening! Where do you want me to meet you?”

Julie was again unable to resist him. The way he acted was so natural. He managed everything but it was done so well that she could only say yes. Defeated by so much male and pleasant assurances, she gave him the address of the little street for that evening at ten. Before separating, he held Julie’s hand delicately to his lips and, whilst lightly bowing down, kissed her hand softly. She was amazed by so much decorum from this man, able to dictate at the same time his own willingness towards her.

All the rest of the day, she was like a young girl having her first date. All the orders she was giving were contradicted a minute later. At least, upset, Pamela told Julie to stop it before all the girls became mad with her changing her orders. Julie smiled at her lady-in-waiting and confidante and admitted that she was completely lost because of Vincent coming that very evening.

“Just let me arrange it my way, as usual, Julie. Everything will be perfect, don’t be anxious, go and walk in the park or take a swim but please relax or that poor guy will receive a 10,000 volts electrical discharge when you kiss him!”

Julie laughed and decided to walk in the park to try to calm herself down before the arrival of Vincent.

On time, Vincent was in front of the porte-cochere and was now facing Pamela:

“Where is Julie and who are you?”

“I am Pamela, Sir, the lady-in-waiting of Julie.”

“The lady-in-waiting!” Vincent laughed. “Where are we going? Into a castle?”

Pamela smiled back at him and just asked him to follow her. As with Robert, Vincent followed Pamela through the secret passages and, arrived near the private area of Julie’s place. Then she asked Vincent to accept being blindfolded.

“Certainly not, Miss. Either Julie trusts me, or you drive me back to the street.” he demanded.

Pamela was completely lost. What could she do? This had never happened before. She asked Vincent to wait for her there until she asked Julie about it. Vincent began to draw the large white marble mantelpiece in the room where he was. Vincent always carried with him a drawing pad and he was sketching every interesting that he could see all day long. It could be things like the ornate mantelpiece, landscapes, figures or even animals. His interests had no limits.

A quarter of an hour later Pamela was back with Julie’s answer. She told him that Julie accepted to let him follow her without a blindfold.

“Thanks, I am happy to be considered as a real guest, not somebody to be thrown away and to be seen as useless. But please let me finish drawing that mantelpiece, I like that shape, it’s giving me inspiration for a future painting.” Pamela waited patiently thinking to herself that Vincent was certainly a special guy.

They were now in front of the entrance of the round pavilion and Suji, Rubia and Rebecca, as naked as Eve, welcomed Vincent whilst Pamela removed her cloak, showing him her gorgeous body.

“We will now prepare you for Madam, please take off all your clothes Vincent, Suji will wash you down, Rubia will anoint you with aromatic rare oils and then Rebecca will massage you.”

“Sorry girls, I don’t need any massage, I don’t need to be “prepared for Madam”, I am perfectly well, I am totally relaxed and I don’t want to swim either. Please just lead me to Julie. As I know, it’s to meet her that I am here.”

Again, Pamela was lost by his attitude. What was she to do with him? He did not seem to be aroused by the sight of their nakedness. She asked him to wait there while she consulted Julie on what to do next.

“Julie, he doesn’t want to undress nor to be massaged, he just wants to see you, now! I am really lost with that guy, so unpredictable. I… I am not sure if it was a good idea when you told me that you would offer your virginity to this one… he seems so… I don’t know, but…”

Julie laughed. “On the contrary, Pamela, this is great, it’s the first time that a man is able to surprise me as he already has this morning and is still doing this evening. I like that. Just bring him to me as he so wishes. And thanks for your kind thoughts for me but I have decided that it would be today and with him, I am not used to being challenged in this way. I don’t know if he will leave me like the others but I think that it will be great fun with that guy.”

Vincent crossed the park with Pamela and was now detailing Julie’s nude body with an evident satisfaction. Like that morning, Julie blushed. It was so simple to be nude with other nude people but now, in front of this clothed man…

“May I kiss you, Julie?”

“Yes, of course, Vincent” And he kissed her… on the cheeks. “Please sit down Vincent, would you like to drink some Champagne with me?”

“No, thanks, I would prefer some good red wine.”

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While Julie was giving Pamela orders to serve the wine, Vincent was looking around the room with deep interest, astonished by the thousands of rose petals spread about on the floor.

“Julie, why are you destroying flowers like that? Of course it’s nice but can you imagine the same amount of flowers in vases? Don’t you think it would be just as nice? I mean, would you like to see one of your nipples on the table while your thighs would be spread on the piano, your mouth on the floor, your bottom on the chair…”

“Stop it, Vincent!” Julie began to laugh heartily. He was teasing her in such a funny way, just to see how she would react. She thought to herself that he was quite a clever guy.

Pamela came back with the wine and left them alone. After drinking a few glasses, eyes into eyes, Vincent asked Julie: “So, what a welcome, all these girls and you naked for me. I did not expect such a reception. Very erotic my dear Julie. Is it the way you usually receive your lovers?”

Julie blushed again “Yes, I will confess that it is.”

“Very kind of you! But were you expecting us to make love together this night?” Vincent asked. Julie looked back at him, surprised.

“Y… yes, you…”

Vincent smiled. “I see that you are quite a hot little animal, Julie. But to be frank, I was just expecting to have dinner with you, to talk together to better know each other. Nothing more. I am not used to making love with somebody I don’t love in the first instance, even if she is as desirable as you are.”

Julie was completely astonished by his reply. He was using her very own methods against her as she did, not to offer herself totally to her lovers. But she was the wrong one this time. He was really unpredictable and she felt embarrassed now by all of her erotic attempts to seduce him.

He understood her thoughts and said:

“Don’t be anxious, Julie, I am not shocked by your attitude. Nakedness, as I already told you, is something common for me, as I have seen so many naked women in my career. So it’s ok and even very pleasant, I must say. You can remain naked as you are without any problem to me. You don’t mind that I remain clothed I hope?”

She replied to him no, but it was not the truth. She was now terribly embarrassed to be naked in front of that clothed man and she had seen that it was the same for Pamela. They ate together, served by Julie’s female employees, naked as their mistress and the atmosphere was more and more unreal. Any normal man would have been very aroused, and would have shown his reaction, a hard-on distinctly visible through his pants. But Vincent was acting normally, just amused by the sight of all these swaying breasts and admiring the real beauty of the girls.

His accurate mind was able to detect the thoughts of Julie, and so he told her:

“Don’t think that I am gay. I do love women, be reassured. But as I told you, I need to fall in love first and this takes more than a single night as I am sure you know.”

“Yes Vincent, and I approve of that completely. I will also be very honest to you. I never really made love with a man up to now for the same reasons. I am still a virgin.”

This time it was Julie who made the point. Vincent was flabbergasted. Since the beginning of the evening he thought that he had been able to read her like an open book and her confession took him completely by surprise. He began to look at her differently. She was much more sensitive than he first thought. Up to now, most of his attitude was more a way of protecting himself from all this erotic intention, but her delicate confession was so… moving that he decided to lower his guard and to play the game more kindly.

“Sorry, Julie, I think I have been a little rude with you up to now, taking some pleasure in contradicting your aims. I was just protecting myself. I have lived through so many sad love affairs that now I am very cautious, you see.”

“On the contrary, I thank you for your attitude, Vincent. I am so happy to have met you. You cannot imagine. Do you want me and my employees to clothes ourselves?”

“No, no, you are wonderful like that.”

“Thank you Vincent. You see, we are not naked just when I receive men here. It’s our normal way of life. I like to be naked, to commune with Nature, it’s not for sexual reasons like… this evening.”

“I could see it. Your employees were acting very naturally, as you also do, just as they would have been clothed. I would like to make some paintings of you and some of the girls here. Do you mind?”

“For me there is no problem, Vincent. But you need to ask the girls first. I don’t want to oblige them to pose for you if they don’t want to.”

“Thanks, Julie.” And then for the first time he kissed Julie tenderly on the lips. She cuddled between his arms, already melting with passion. But Vince was a very strong-minded guy and he separated gently from her.

“It’s already quite late, Julie. I need to go back home now. Will I see you tomorrow?” he asked, smiling.

“Oh, please don’t go, stay here to sleep… with me.” Julie almost pleaded.

“I can’t do that and you know why. Will I be able to control myself with such a beauty as you in the same bed as me? I prefer to let love come slowly to us first.”

“Then, please, just stay and sleep in other bedroom, please, Vincent, don’t leave me.”

Vincent smiled and took her between his arms.

“If it can please you… Then it pleases me too.”

Vincent was not a late sleeper and he was always awakened before everybody. He loved the morning’s silence with early bird’s songs as nature awakens. He knew that the big city’s sounds would drown out these charming chirpings when human life would take again possession of the town. As a truly solitary, Vincent awakened renewed with pleasure everyday.

On the contrary, Julie was a night bird, afraid of dawn and loving to live in the mystery of night and stars.

This morning, Vincent went out of his bedroom to visit the park he had crossed the night before with Pamela. He thought it smaller, but now in daylight, he saw that it was as big as a public park. After strolling an hour through the multicoloured blossomed paths and green lawns, he returned to Julie’s mansion, wondering if she was still asleep.

Indeed she was, lying naked on her back on white silk sheets, her voluptuous body offered without any modesty to Vincent’s gaze. Her silky and curly pussy fascinated him. Her thighs slightly opened, he could see one of her pink petals peeking among her intimate fur. He desired her now. He had resisted her advances last night but seeing her offered as she was now was so arousing. Dreaming, she moved slowly and he saw her smiling as an angel in her sleep, as if by spreading her arms she was asking him to join her in the bed.

How beautiful and erotic she was. How pure too. A truly nude angel.

As a painter, Vincent was used to see naked women. His art of the whole creation process acted as a protective screen between him and his models. He could abstract himself from the arousing reality when entering into his imaginary world. A nude body was then just summed up in curves, shapes and colours. His quest to paint the “perfect woman” his dreams was far from the real one lying down in front of him.

Julie’s superb and tantalizing body was so near this perfect woman he had always dreamt of that he was now afraid to succumb to her displayed charms. Not because he would have not liked it, on the contrary, but because he was that sort of man who wanted to be in control of anything, including his own emotions.

To resist his growing desire for Julie’s body, he went to his bedroom and came back with his pastels and began to draw her. Usually this would have protected him from self-indulgent intentions. But today, each stroke of the pastel on the paper was a like an intimate stroke on Julie’s curves; a stroke on her thighs, her pussy, her tender and velvet skin, her lips.

Julie slowly opened her eyes and stretched herself voluptuously, smiling at Vincent. Vincent was wholly taken by the vision of her nude body. He thought that the Garden of Eden might certainly be as wonderful as this awakening scene. She was acting sensually yet naturally, so pure and innocent and moreover virgin as she told him.

With all the men that have been allowed to spend a night with her, Vincent could not believe she could still be a virgin. But at the same time, his painter’s eyes, his very sensitive heart told him that she was not misleading him, that she was truly as pure as she had told him.

How this superb woman who had for her the wealth, the intelligence and the beauty at a time, could have remained untouched by the ugliness of life, could still be unblemished, was a mystery for Vincent. It was attracting him irresistibly towards her too. He wanted to share this purity with her. But he was also afraid of it, afraid of her beauty, afraid to have to share his life with somebody else, to leave his comfortable and solitary artist painter’s life.

“Hello, Vincent. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Julie, like a baby.”

“Hmmm, you were taking advantage of the fact that I was sleeping to draw me without my consent.” She winked at him as she jumped from her bed; embracing him and kissing him deeply while his hands were still holding his drawing sheet of paper and pastels.

“Hey, let me breathe, this time you are taking advantage of the fact that my hands are not free!”

“Don’t argue, Vincent, and follow me.” She took his hand and pulled him outside the mansion to the park and she began to run through it to the round pavilion, still holding Vincent’s hand.

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They were running and laughing like college kids, just happy to be free, happy to have fun together. When they arrived at the pavilion, Julie dived directly in the pool, savouring the fresh water on her skin.

“Come on, Vincent, join me!”

“I haven’t got my swimsuit with me.”

“Swimsuit? What for, do I have a swimsuit? Don’t be so modest, Vincent, are you afraid to show me your body?”

“No… but…”

“Suji, Rubia, help me, we will strip him!”

Julie went out the water while Suji and Rubia, the masseuses, began to strip Vincent. He tried to resist but Julie discovered quickly that he was very ticklish. Vincent, wriggling on the floor could not fight against the six hands of the girls tickling him and soon he was as naked as them.

“Oh! How beautiful you are Vincent, isn’t he girls?”

“Oh yes, Julie he is really cute.” Suji answered Julie. Vincent blushed, hiding his sex with both hands, making the girls laugh.

“Come on, Vincent, we will not rape you. Just give me your hand. Stand up and join me in the pool.”

Vincent stood up and they soon were both swimming, side-by-side in the marvellous swimming pool. Julie did not try to touch him in front of the girls, seeing how modest he was. After she swam some lengths, Julie went out of the water to be massaged by Suji. Vincent remained some more minutes in the pool.

“Suji, please ask Rubia to hide Vincent’s clothes.” She whispered.

When Vincent came out of the swimming pool he understood immediately what happened to his clothes but accepted the game and did not try to hide. He even allowed Rubia to massage him while Suji’s hands were gliding on Julie’s silky skin.

After the massage, Vincent could see Julie’s eyes sparkling at him. Then she asked him to follow her in the park. Hand in hand, they went to the most secret part of the park were her employees were not permitted. There, in a little charming clearing among thick bushes, she lay down on the lawn and asked Vincent to sit down near her. They talked a long time about their lives, their disillusions, their hopes.

Vincent was now more attentive to Julie, falling in love unconsciously. The same thing was happening to her, feeling so secure near such dynamic and attractive man. Vince would have even forgotten about their mutual nakedness if Julie had not had a very arousing idea.

“Please, Vince, would you like to draw me again now?”

“With pleasure but my pastels are still in the mansion.”

“No need of pastels, you have your fingers and tongue. Please paint me with them, let your hands follow my curves and paint me with them, make me feel my shapes, I have never been caressed that way by a painter.”

The temptation was great. Before accepting Julie’s plea, Vincent’s sex was already growing slightly. She had asked him to paint her body with such gentleness that he could not refuse her.

He began to draw her face, his fingers drawing first the oval, then the eyebrows, the nose, the mouth. Julie opened slightly her lips while Vincent’s hands began to caress her neck. His fingers were now on her shoulders and she was quivering in anticipation to the moment he would draw her breasts.

He was as aroused as her, feeling her silky skin under his fingers, feeling her desire, smelling the aroma of her now wet sex rising up to his nostrils. When he began to draw her erect nipples she began to moan, arching her back to better offer her breasts to his hands.

“Please kiss my nipples, draw them with your tongue Vincent, please do.”

He knew, as her, that he was crossing the border here but he did not care any more and soon his lips were around her tender nipples, brushing them slightly, licking them and biting them gently.

Julie was breathing quicker, moaning loudly now as if he had penetrated her. She was so sensual that only the contact of Vincent’s hands and mouth on her breasts was making her climax. Vincent could not believe it when he saw her having her first orgasm. He thought she was satisfied but she then asked him to draw her flanks, her belly, her thighs, her pussy, her secret flower.

She knew now it would be him, she knew he was the man she would offer her virginity..

Seeing his erect beautiful penis, she took it between her hands and licked the head, making Vince moan in turn.

Then she opened her thighs:Please, Vincent, make me woman but… be kind, as it is the very first time."

Vincent suddenly felt very clumsy, not daring to penetrate her, so afraid to hurt her. But he was so aroused and Julie was begging him now so tenderly with her eyes, with her words, with her silky pink lips opened and glistening, waiting for his sex to plunge between them, that when he put the head of his erect sex against her tender lips, it entered into her without any resistance.

Slowly, he began to thrust inside her but with just the head of his sex, easing Julie’s pussy to open wider. She wanted him fully inside her and she pressed her hands on his buttocks to make him penetrate deeper. Suddenly she let a cry of pain escape from her lips while he felt he had broken her hymen but she immediately smiled at him, begging him to go on and not to care. He did not obey her completely and tried to remain as delicate as possible, his sex throbbing and glistening between her tender petals.

They came together in a beautiful loving embrace, their bodies melted together in a wild ecstasy.

Julie was in heaven, she was a woman now and she was so elated. It had been painful at the beginning but feeling Vincent thrusting deeply inside her, pressing himself against her pussy lips and clit had been so good afterwards that it was as if she discovered that she had a new body. She just did not understand why she had not done it earlier.

As soon as Vincent’s vigour came back, she rode him and the two lovers spent a wonderful hot day, making love in this secret part of Julie’s garden, her silky pussy now fully opened to love and life.

The End

Luke’s Flame

The blank page stared back as if it had eyes. It was an eerie feeling that gave Sophie Michaels the chills. She reached over and flipped the light switch but nothing happened. She grimaced and remembered the bulb had gone out a couple of days before. The storm clouds had long ago hid the sun and the room was getting dark. As the one lamp in the small room flickered, Sophie tried to think where the flashlight was, in case the power went out.

She rummaged around in the small closet for the flashlight and another light bulb. Organization was something foreign to her and it showed. Schoolbooks, sports equipment, papers and shoes filled the shelves. Stuck in a corner was the empty light bulb package. The house shook from the sudden clap of thunder. Or was it from the way she slammed the closet door? Shadows flickered on every wall from the non-stop lightning.

Rain pelted the windows as the storm intensified. A bolt of lightning struck the old maple tree in the backyard and split it in two. As the branches crashed to the ground, they fell across a power line, sending sparks through the air. Sophie screamed at the instant blackness in the room as the storm raged on.

A sudden intrusion of lights several minutes later scared Sophie even more. With her eyes shaded against the brightness, almost afraid to check, she made her way to the closest window. Through the sheets of rain, she could see two fire trucks, and an assortment of emergency personnel. Men were standing next to a car and pointing to the fallen wires. Sophie watched as some of the crew turned a hose onto the neighbor’s garage. Flames and smoke spewed out of the small building.

Without thinking, she ran towards the door, afraid for the people living in the house next to her. After stumbling into furniture, she turned the knob, flung the door open and ran outside. The smoke was thick and curling into the air from the fire. People were coming out of their homes to gather in the front yard. Sophie watched the organized chaos as she hurried to join the group.

“Sophie, over here!” she heard from the crowd.

“You’re lucky that tree didn’t fall on your house, too,” another voice called out.

“I swear it was the loudest thing I ever heard,” someone said.

“Where are the Calhouns? Has anyone seen them?” Sophie asked no one in particular.

“They’re with the fire chief. One of their kids smelled smoke and woke Mrs. Calhoun up,” the first voice replied. “Thankfully it was the garage and not their house.”

Sophie stood next to the growing circle of concerned neighbors. She heard one of the firefighters telling another how fortunate the homeowners were. It occurred to her that it could have been much worse if the garage hadn’t been a separate building. She shivered and wished she had thought to grab a jacket. Even though the rain had let up, and it was a warm night, her blouse stuck to her skin.

A man with a jacket identifying him as being from the local electric company walked their way. Sophie heard his velvety rich voice as he spoke to an older man from down the block. Soon he turned her way and smiled. Her heart pounded when she saw how gorgeous he was.

“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Luke Flynn from the electric company. I understand you live next door here,” he stated.

“Yes,” Sophie confirmed.

“I wanted you to know the men will get your power back on as soon as possible,” he explained.

“Okay. I couldn’t find my flashlight though,” she blurted.

“Your flashlight?” Luke asked with a confused look.

“I was looking for it because the light bulb burned out and then I heard the tree and saw the lights and it was too dark,” she rambled.

“Are you alright? You didn’t fall and hit your head…”

“No, I’m just nervous,” Sophie mumbled.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Things should be in order by tomorrow,” he told her.

“Tomorrow? How do I see tonight?” she questioned. “I mean, it’s dark in there and…”

The chuckle Sophie heard was warm and friendly. She blushed as she realized how dumb she must have sounded and tried to think of something smarter to say. Luke excused himself to talk with another worker and soon walked back to the truck. Sophie gave a quick wave to her neighbors and ran back into her house.

After feeling her way to the bedroom, she stripped off her soggy clothes, slipped on some pajamas and stumbled back to the living room. Sophie forgot all about the new story she had been trying to write earlier. For the next hour, sitting on a chair by her window, Sophie watched the crews work. When her eyes drifted shut, she settled lower in the chair, pulled a throw over her shoulders and slept.

A crick in her neck from sleeping in the chair woke her up several hours later. The sun was shining as if the storm of the night before had never happened. She took a fast cold shower since the power was still off and dressed for work. The clock had stopped so Sophie checked her watch. Running late was typical for her even without any excuses. Shuffling through her purse, grumbling at the junk inside it, she grinned when her fingers touched her keys.

It crossed her mind that it was a good thing her garage was too messy to fit her car inside. Without any power, her electric garage door opener would be useless, and she would be stuck at home. Hearing her stomach rumbling reminded her she missed breakfast. Several miles away she decided to grab some coffee and a donut from one of the convenience stores. Zipping in should take almost no time she told herself.

Sophie pulled into the store’s parking lot and aimed for the empty spot near the door. Still cursing at herself for running late again, she slammed the car into park and grabbed her purse. It didn’t matter how early she woke up, or how good her intentions were, something always happened to make her run late.

Scrambling out of her car, her mind on the meeting she was due at in half an hour, Sophie swore when she felt her nylon catch on the seat. Almost afraid to look at the damage, she stood up, slammed her door shut and twisted to check it out. The hole already had a run going from her ankle to above her knee.

“Great, now I have to buy a new pair,” Sophie muttered. “What next?”

“Were you talking to me?”

Sophie thought she knew the voice but couldn’t quite place it. She turned as she straightened up and found Luke Flynn standing a few feet from her. Sophie was mortified that he heard her talking to herself.

“Hello,” she said. “You’re from the electric company.”

“That’s right. We spoke at the fire last night.” Luke explained.

A deep breath calmed Sophie’s nerves. “I’m Sophie Michaels.”

“Good morning, Sophie. I hope you didn’t struggle too much without power last night.”

“That was nothing compared to the cold shower. I had goose bumps all over,” she replied.

The look she received from Luke at that statement brought a blush to her cheeks. Sophie knew she was built decent, but in her opinion, she was just average. Her short auburn hair framed her face enough to draw attention to the startling green of her eyes.

“I can imagine you did,” Luke said. “Yes, I can imagine it.”

The subtle flirting surprised Sophie. Luke had been working last night and had talked to so many people.

“Luke, it was nice to see you again but if I don’t get to work on time my boss will have a fit,” Sophie explained.

“No problem, Sophie. I really should be at work already myself,” he confessed.

“Have a great day, Luke.”

Sophie hurried into the store and scoured the racks for the panty hose. With a pair in hand, she cut down the rows, looking for the coffee machines. Lucky for her there was no line. While filling a cup with the dark brew she pulled a few napkins from the dispenser. Adding a lid to the cup, distracted when it failed to go on straight, she bumped someone on her left.

“Excuse me,” she apologized.

“Following me, Sophie?”

Luke stood so close that Sophie could smell the lime cologne he wore. She saw the gleam in his blue eyes as he smiled down at her.

“Would you like me to?” she teased.

“There are many things I’d like you to do,” Luke whispered close to her ear.

Sophie felt the chills go down her spine at the implications in his words. Several images popped into her mind as he looked at her. When another customer wanted coffee it reminded her where they were.

“I’d like to hear about them sometime, but right now, I should be at work,” she said.

“Good point. I don’t want to rush when I tell you either,” Luke grinned.

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They each paid for their purchases and walked to the door together. Sophie tried to think of a reply. Luke saved her as they reached her car.

“Is it alright if I call you sometime?” he asked.

“I’d like that, Luke,” Sophie told him.

Luke opened her car door for her and waited until she had settled to close the door. He leaned into the open window as she started the car. Scrounging for some paper, she ripped a piece off her grocery list, scribbled her number on it, and handed it to Luke.

“Have a good day, Sophie,” he said. “By the way, you have gorgeous legs.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he stood up, waved and walked over to his vehicle. Sophie sat there stunned that he had noticed at all. She was wearing a calf-length skirt since she was on her way to work. Then it occurred to her he must have been watching when she pulled it up to check the run in her hose. As she drove to work, she remembered the heated look he gave her in the store. She was still smiling when she parked her car at work.

The day flew by for Sophie and soon she was on her way home. A quick stop at the market provided the makings for a salad for her dinner. Sophie pulled into her driveway a short time later still unsure if the electric was on. The chaos from the night before was gone only to reveal the burned out shell of her neighbor’s garage. She could see just how close some of the tree branches had landed to her house and shivered at the thought.

Sophie brought her groceries in and dropped them onto the counter. The blare of music greeted her from her bedroom. Afraid for a moment that someone was in her house, she hesitated to go further. She kicked off her heels and picked one up as she made her way silently through the rooms. Her computer blinked at her from the desk. With a laugh, she remembered the radio had been on when the electricity went out the night before.

A quick change of clothes and Sophie was back in the kitchen fixing her dinner. Her mind was on the work she had tried to do the night before. Only a few people knew that Sophie dabbled in writing in her spare time. They had read a couple of her romantic stories and enjoyed them. None of them had an idea she also wrote erotica. Sophie wasn’t ashamed of it. She was just a bit unsure how others might take it. It was her secret for now.

An idea had formed during the course of her day and she went to work getting it onto the computer. Sophie finally turned it off at midnight and went to bed. The next several days followed a similar routine of work and then home to write. Over the weekend, she cleaned her house, did the laundry, and caught up on errands.

Monday was a busy day at work and Sophie left exhausted. Once home she decided to order a pizza for delivery instead of cooking. The telephone rang minutes after she hung it up.

“Sophie?” she heard through the receiver.

“It is,” she replied.

“This is Luke Flynn, Sophie. Am I interrupting anything?” he asked.

“Hello, Luke. No, I’m just waiting for my pizza to get here,” Sophie said.

“Then I won’t take up your time,” Luke told her.

“Did you eat yet?”

“No, I just got home,” he answered.

“Come on over and join me then,” Sophie offered.

“I’d love to. Are you sure—” Luke began.

“It’s a super supreme, Luke,” Sophie stated. “There will be plenty for two.”

“It sounds great. I can be there in fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Perfect. The pizza will be here about then. I’ll see you soon,” Sophie replied.

Sophie ran through her small house picking up things. She looked down at her jeans and sweater and decided not to change. The doorbell rang just as she finished checking her hair. Luke stood on the steps holding a pizza box and grinning. A bit confused, Sophie opened the door, stepped aside, and let Luke in. He laughed at her expression and explained how the pizza driver pulled in right behind him.

“I intercepted dinner,” he said.

“You shouldn’t have, Luke,” Sophie told him.

“Our first date and you were going to buy dinner?” he teased.

Sophie blushed when he mentioned a date. It reminded her of the story she had been working on. Two strangers bump into each other at odd places around town, date and soon fall in love. She knew it was a fantasy based on how she met Luke.

Luke told Sophie a bit about his family. He was the youngest of five children and the only one that didn’t live in the same town his parents did. She laughed when he told her about the latest trip home. His mother had arranged a single woman from town to attend the family dinner in the hopes Luke would like her. According to Luke, she was loud, rude and obnoxious. Sophie almost felt sorry for him until he winked.

Around nine o’clock Luke got up to leave. Sophie walked him to the door and thanked him for the pizza. She had enjoyed herself and hoped Luke had as well.

“This was fun, Sophie,” Luke said.

“It was very relaxing, Luke. Dinner was great,” she teased.

Luke chuckled and waved as he walked to his truck. Sophie locked the door and headed to her computer. She was disappointed he hadn’t mentioned seeing her again. For the next hour, she had her imaginary couple going all over town together. When she stopped for the night, she was pleased with the progress of the story, already thinking ahead to the next part.

Sophie put in a few extra hours at work the next couple of days. She kept busy in the evenings by mowing the lawn, weeding the flowerbeds, and writing. Soon it was the weekend all over again and Luke still hadn’t called. She reminded herself he was a busy man and would call when he had time. What she didn’t expect was to see him at her door Saturday afternoon.

“Luke!” she exclaimed.

“Busy, Sophie?” Luke asked.

“Not at all. I was just writing. Come in,” Sophie said.

“Thanks, but if you’re in the middle of something, I don’t want to bother you.”

Sophie opened the door wider and motioned for Luke to enter. A quick glance showed the computer screen no longer showed the story she was working on.

“I’m ready for a break. How have you been, Luke?”

“I’m sorry I haven’t called. We’re in the middle of more training at work. It’s been a crazy week,” Luke explained.

“Have you had dinner?” Sophie questioned. “Shall I order something?”

“Dinner sounds great. We can go out if you’d rather,” Luke offered.

“I was going to call that new Chinese place in town,” Sophie told him.

“You’re on,” he agreed. “Chinese is perfect.”

The two worked out an order and Sophie called it in. She offered Luke a drink and they went into the living room to wait for the food. Conversation went easy just as it had the night they shared pizza. Then Luke brought up her writing. Sophie wasn’t sure how much she was ready to tell him on that subject.

“Have you published anything?” Luke inquired.

“It’s just something I do for fun,” she hedged. “I don’t let many people read it.”

“Why is that, Sophie?”

Sophie looked at Luke and made a quick decision. “I write erotica.”

“How did you get into that?” he asked.

Sophie explained how she had been bored one afternoon and began to write. The finished product wasn’t very good, she added with a laugh. From there she had kept at it and discovered erotica was fun. Luke’s raised eyebrow and grin made Sophie blush. Lucky for her the doorbell rang just then. They dug into the boxes of Sweet and Sour Chicken, Crabmeat Rangoons, Moo Goo Gai Pan, Spring Rolls and Pork Chop Suey. Conversation stopped only while they were enjoying the multitude of food in front of them.

They went into the living room after Sophie cleared the table. Stories of family, school years and work filled the next couple of hours. Luke checked the time and told her he should be leaving. He grinned as he walked past the computer.

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“So when can I read your stuff?” he asked.

“Um, I’ll have to think about it,” Sophie hesitated.

“Embarrassed about it?” Luke teased. “Or are you afraid it isn’t good?”

“I’m not ashamed of it and I never said if it was good or not,” Sophie defended herself.

“There’s nothing wrong with that genre, in my opinion.”

“You really want to read some of it?” she asked. “It’s something you’re interested in looking at?”

“I know we just met and haven’t learned a lot about each other. One thing about me you’ll discover is I don’t lie,” Luke stated.

“That wasn’t what I meant, Luke,” Sophie apologized. “I’ll find one for you.”

Sophie scrolled through the titles of her stories on the computer to find the one she thought was her best. A few clicks and it was ready to read.

“This is a recent one,” she explained. “I’ll wait in the kitchen while you read it.”

She scurried out of the room before he could reply. Luke went over to the desk and sat in front of the computer. It didn’t take him long to realize that Sophie was a talented writer. She had a way of pulling the reader right into her story. After he was finished, Luke stayed where he was, trying to piece together the parts of Sophie he knew so far. Soon it occurred to him she was waiting for his reaction and went in to join her.

“You are very talented,” he told her softly.

“I don’t know about that,” Sophie replied.

“Have you looked into publishing anywhere? I’m sure someone out there would love to see your work,” Luke told her.

“No, I haven’t. Then people would know…” she admitted.

Luke looked at the woman in front of him for the longest time. He wanted to hold her but was afraid she would take it the wrong way. The content of the story was erotic as she said. It also brought a stirring to Luke’s groins that shocked him. He hadn’t read anything with sex in it for years.

“Sophie, I know what you do now, and I still respect you,” Luke said.

Luke took a few steps closer to Sophie. He lifted her chin with his finger and looked into her eyes. The uncertainty he saw in them hit him deep in his gut.

“You’re a beautiful, sexy, caring woman. Writing what you do doesn’t change any of that to me,” he reinforced.

Sophie licked her lips and tried to think. All she could think about was how beautiful the blue was in his eyes.

“Thank you for sharing it with me,” he began. “I had fun today although next time we go out.”

Sophie felt her uneasiness leave and laughed. “We can do that.”

“My schedule is a bit crazy again this next week. I’ll call you,” Luke promised.

“Good night, Luke,” Sophie whispered.

Sophie locked the door and went over to her desk. The story Luke read glared back at her on the computer screen. She closed it and opened the current piece she was working on. Fantasy and reality wove together as she added to it. When her eyes began to burn, she went to bed, only to dream of sparkling blue eyes.

The week was typical for Sophie. Work kept her busy each day. One evening she went to see her sister Toni. She was considering telling her what she wrote. Maybe it was time to stop hiding it. Luke saw nothing wrong with it, she reminded herself. With those intentions, she drove across town, a weight lifted from her shoulders.

Toni was eight years older than Sophie was. Her husband of almost twenty years worked in construction. He had built them a beautiful home with plenty of room for their three children. Sophie often wondered what it would be like to have a husband and kids. She wasn’t jealous of her sister. More envious, she admitted. Sophie thought for sure she would be married before she hit thirty.

Sophie’s two nieces were home when she arrived. It was always fun to see them and catch up a bit with their lives. Toni was fixing dinner so they all gravitated to the kitchen. The girls soon went to their rooms to finish homework.

“Can I ask you something?” Sophie began.

“Of course,” Toni replied.

“Have you ever read any sexy stories?” she went on.

“Romance you mean?” Toni questioned.

“Not romance, but sexier stuff, erotica,” Sophie clarified.

“I have,” Toni admitted. “Stuff like that is easy to find on a computer, you know. Why?”

“What do you think of it? I mean, what do you think about the people that write it?” Sophie continued.

“I’m not sure I understand, Sophie.”

“Well, do you look down at them for writing about sex?” Sophie expounded.

“Of course I don’t. Why are you asking all this anyway?” Toni probed.

“Would you be ashamed of me if I wrote like that?” Sophie challenged.

“Sophie, you’re my sister. I wouldn’t be ashamed of you,” Toni confirmed. “Now what is this really all about?”

“That’s what I do,” Sophie whispered. “I write erotica.”

“You have to let me read it,” Toni shrieked. “Did you bring some?”

“No, it’s all on my computer,” Sophie replied.

“E-mail it to me,” Toni demanded. “Do it tonight when you get home.”

Sophie was amazed Toni wasn’t judging the genre she wrote. Not that Toni was that type person, Sophie reminded herself.

“Alright,” Sophie agreed.

Toni’s husband came home then and the topic went to other things. Sophie was glad her sister didn’t say anything to her brother-in-law. Telling two people in a few days time was already stressful enough. She waved to her sister and mouthed thank you. Several minutes later, she pulled up in her own driveway, exhausted.

Sophie thought about going right to bed but she knew Toni would bug her until she e-mailed a story to her. She attached a couple to a short message and hit send before she changed her mind. The telephone rang an hour later.

“Holy cow, Sophie, those were so good,” Toni said in lieu of hello. “I want more.”

“Hello, Toni,” she answered. “Do you really think they’re good?”

“Sophie, I’ve read stuff on-line that’s crap compared to this. Have you looked into any of the sites?” Toni asked.

“I don’t even have any idea where to begin,” she admitted.

“I’ll send you the links for a couple. They have sections where you can sign up and submit your stuff. You need to do it,” Toni went on.

“What if someone from town reads it? They’ll know it was me, Toni. I’d be so embarrassed.”

“Make up a name. You don’t have to use your own. Call me after work tomorrow and I’ll come over to help you,” Toni stated.

Toni added a few more thoughts before she hung up. Sophie spent half the night wondering what she had done. It scared her to have strangers read her work. On the other hand, it excited her, too. She was so distracted at work that day her boss gave her several odd looks. The minute she got home, she called Toni, letting her know she was ready to do it.

The two girls giggled at the silly names they thought up. Nothing felt right yet to Sophie. The ringing of the doorbell startled Sophie. Not expecting anyone, she was surprised to see Luke standing there, a grin on his face.

“Okay, I didn’t call, but I was on this side of town,” Luke said.

“Sophie, who is it?” Toni called out from the living room.

“I’m sorry. You have company. I’ll leave,” Luke stated.

“No, don’t go, please. It’s my sister. She’s helping me, ah, well, come in and you can see,” Sophie stammered.

Sophie introduced Luke to her sister and explained a bit how they met. Toni hadn’t seen Sophie with a man for quite a while and it intrigued her.

“Alright. This is what we’re doing. After I let you read one of my stories, I thought about what you said, and showed Toni a couple. She thinks I should submit them to some of the writing sites that accept erotica,” Sophie explained.

Toni raised her eyebrow when she realized her sister had shown Luke before her. “They’re better than a lot of the stuff out there.”

“I agree. She has a knack for drawing you in that many writers lack,” Luke replied.

“We’re trying to find a fitting name for her to use. Got any ideas, Luke?” Toni asked.

“What have you tried so far?” he inquired.

Toni went over some of the names with Luke. They tossed more combinations around as Sophie stayed out of it. She blanched at a few, blushed at several, and shook her head over most. Nothing had been decided when Toni said she had to get home. A quick good-bye and she was out the door.

“She seems nice,” Luke said.

“Yeah, we get along really great,” Sophie responded.

“So what name are you going to use?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet, Luke. What do you think about the ones you heard?” she questioned.

“Well, I thought ‘GreenEyes’ was okay,” he said. “I have an idea though.”

“You do? Tell me,” she demanded.

“This might not be what you have in mind—” Luke began.

“Just tell me,” Sophie said again.

“I like ‘Flame’ for you,” Luke admitted.

“You’re thinking of the fire next door. That’s when we met,” she reminded him.

“Yes,” he agreed. “There’s always a sparkle in your eyes when I see you, too. You make me think of heat and passion.”

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