A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop & Violence]
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				Title: <strong>A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 01:22:33</strong>
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				Samantha pulled her leg out of the hot water, some of the bubbles clinging to her pale flesh as she set it on the edge of the bathtub and began to lather up the shaving foam along the length of her limb.&nbsp; Slowly and carefully she brought the razor up from her ankle towards her knee.&nbsp; Over the knee... gently up the thigh.&nbsp; The slight scraping sound as the edge of the blade removed the growing stuble - mostly on her shins and front of her thigh - filled the enclosed chamber of her bath tub.&nbsp; She repeated the process, just as she had done on her right leg.&nbsp; Slow even breaths as she tried to focus.&nbsp; Then...<br><br>Obsenities as a slight trickle of blood slipped from her left thigh.&nbsp; Every damn time!&nbsp; She cursed under her breath as she applied pressure to it.&nbsp; It was never bad, but it was always so embarassing.&nbsp; The scars all over her thighs that made it look like she was a cutter.&nbsp; She was almost as shy about that as she was about...<br><br>Anyways, if there was one part of her that she felt confident enough to brag about... it had to have been her legs.&nbsp; Oh sure, her breasts were a little on the heavier side for her body shape.&nbsp; But what did that prove?&nbsp; Good genetics and a diet rich in meat and dairy?&nbsp; Her legs were the product of long hours on the treadmill and extensive play with the good ol' Wii-Fit.&nbsp; The only other thing she felt she could honestly take credit for was her hair.<br><br>A deep breath escaped her lips as she dunked her head beneath the bubbles.&nbsp; Her breath held as she let the length of her golden colorred hair soak up the water.&nbsp; Like the locks of a fairy tale princess, she often boasted.&nbsp; Even now it fell around her thick enough to cover her like a blanket.&nbsp; She was small and lithe, the long blond hair falling past her knees took so much care and effort.&nbsp; But it was worth it.&nbsp; To see her lover's smile...<br><br>Pangs of shame ran through her spine at the thought.&nbsp; The secrets she'd have to eventually show him.&nbsp; But for now.&nbsp; At least tonight, she could enjoy the romantic feeling.&nbsp; Nobody had ever been this patient with her.&nbsp; So gentle and loving and intimate without pushing her further than she was ready to go.<br><br>She smiled dreamily as she moved the lather and the razor up to her underarm, continuing the process and smelling the soapy smell of her smooth skin when she was done with a bit of a giggle.&nbsp; Her mind was already transfixed on tonight as she went through the rest of her processes.&nbsp; He'd be picking her up in an hour... just enough time to get dressed, put on some make up and have a cigarette before she put on perfume so she didn't smell like ash when he got here.<br><br>It took so long to dry her hair.&nbsp; But again.&nbsp; So worth it.&nbsp; She went through her drawers looking at the underwear she had, wondering if it would be worth teasing him by not wearing a bra when they went out.&nbsp; It was just a movie, nothing fancy... she could get away with it, she was sure.&nbsp; Then again, the theatre was cold... and she wasn't too keen on random guys checking her out so long as she belonged to her man.&nbsp; Samantha didn't mind too terribly being labelled as his property on some level... she was old fashioned like that, she guessed.&nbsp; Eventually she settled on a pink underwire piece that accented her curves a little better.&nbsp; After all, if it was too cold to tease him by not wearing one... she could always tease him by making the girls look bigger, right?&nbsp; She giggled.<br><br>The panties matched, but she always had to buy them seperately.&nbsp; A size larger than her body size seemed to merit to make room for her...<br><br>She went with a black pleated skirt that still didn't run as low on her legs as her hair managed, much to her pleasure.&nbsp; She didn't like wearing pants, they didn't let her feel like a girl enough.&nbsp; The process of selecting just the right shirt had begun when her doorbell rang.&nbsp; If that was him, he was early... damn, she hadn't even started putting on her make-up yet...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:26:40</strong>
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				Lucas removed his finger from the doorbell and slipped his hands in his pockets, waiting for the door to be answered. He glanced down the hallway of Samantha’s apartment complex, finding it vacant.&nbsp; Every time Luke came to pick her up, her floor was normally empty. For an apartment complex that was right outside of the University, there was hardly ever any college student wandering around the floors. He didn’t know if he liked that…or find that strangely troubling.<br><br>A soundless sigh escaped him as his hazel eyes glanced at the door, wondering where Samantha was. He was early, he knew that but he had been tired of hanging out in his house. His roommates, great friends at school, were clowning on him about his lack of advancement with Samantha in the ‘bedroom area’. Luke didn’t care. He didn’t want to ruin things with his girlfriend. If she wanted to wait then he would wait. Hell, he could even wait until their wedding night. A slight flush came to his cheeks at the last thought but he knew it was true. He loved Samantha. He wanted to marry her and be with her forever.<br><br>Luke had been fairly popular in school. Not so popular like the jocks but he ran track and he had won enough awards to gain a scholarship to any college he had wanted. When he had first started coming to this University, he had found Samantha and everything had cease to matter. She accepted him as he was. Luke was a bit of a Goth, something that had caused him some teasing by his friends and his family. He enjoyed wearing black eyeliner and wearing black and red and his favorite band was The Cure. And Samantha hadn’t cared. She loved him.<br><br>He grinned to himself as he thought of his knock out girlfriend. But even as he smiled with love and pleasure, he could feel a wayward thought lingering in the background. Sometimes he felt like she was hiding something from him. He trusted her. Hell, Samantha was the first girl that hadn’t cheated on him when he hadn’t pushed for the physical aspect of their relationship. He knew she would never keep something from him unless it was major.<br><br>But he wished she would trust him enough to tell him. Maybe tonight after the movie, he would talk to her about it. Luke ran his fingers through his still damn black hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. He knocked on the door, choosing to leave the bell ringing for the third try. A small smile lurked around his lips. He wondered what she was doing and if he had caught her while she was still in the shower. The thought of water dripping down her smooth skin made his heart jump in his chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fought to control the erection that was threatening to tent his faded blue jeans and humiliate the hell out of him.<br><br>A soft, almost painful groan escaped his parted lip. He really needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Cause right now they were painting a perfect picture of Samantha answering the door in nothing but a bath towel…or maybe her robe. “Jesus, Lucas!” He muttered to himself. “Calm down!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:46:14</strong>
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				The short girl had to stand on her tip-toes to check who was at her door.&nbsp; She bit her lip when she confirmed that it was Luke.&nbsp; Sexy fucker that he was looking back at her with his face bulbed out from the fish-eye effect of her peep hole.&nbsp; She pursed her lips to hide the fact that they weren't yet wearing a color as she opened the door.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time Luke had seen her in a bra... or less... it had never been anything above the waste that she was shy about letting him see.<br><br>"You're early," she said in an almost accusatory tone.&nbsp; Her voice had a some what throaty octave, feminine certainly... but a little smokier and grainy than a girl her size seemed she should have.<br><br>"Still trying to sneak in here and see me in the bath, are you?" she teased.&nbsp; Though the thought left her with an intense blush that coverred her face and furthered her desire to be wearing make-up to hide it.&nbsp; She'd never let him see her completely naked.&nbsp; Always afraid.&nbsp; Always that story about how she'd go down on him but wasn't ready for anything else.&nbsp; Her breasts were okay for him... they belonged to him... but the rest... just, not yet, she would say.<br><br>"I still have to get ready," she frowned and ran her index finger down her cheek in a mock simulation of crying as her lips formed a cute pouty expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:58:55</strong>
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				Every time he saw her it was like getting sucker punched. She was drop dead gorgeous and she was all his. He stepped into her apartment and shut the door behind him, locking it. His eyes were hungry as they traveled down to her breasts, his hands itching to cup them and hold them in his palms like the prized possessions they were. He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and muttered, his voice even deeper with desire, “I was trying to get here before you got in the shower. I just have sucky timing.”<br><br>He flashed her a grin, his dimples showing when she did the mock crying. At her pout, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, feeling the all too familiar electric shock travel down his body. It was always like this when he touched her. He groaned against her mouth, unable to stop or deny his body’s response to the taste of her lips.<br><br>He broke the kiss and whispered softly, “Lets skip the movie…” He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close, his hands wandering down to cup and palm her ass cheeks. He smiled against her mouth and cajoled, “I can order us some take out…spend all night in bed.”<br><br>He was pushing it and he knew it but he couldn’t help it. She had done so many things for him…pleasured him in so many ways. He just wanted the chance to show Samantha just how much she meant to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 03:13:09</strong>
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				She felt the pressure against her lips as the two of them sealed together.&nbsp; Every nerve ending on her entire body began to burn and tingle in excitement at the gesture.&nbsp; Her eyes were half lidded as she pulled away from the kiss, pressing another to his neck as she leaned against him and listened to his request.&nbsp; Oh, God how she wished he knew what he was suggesting.&nbsp; God how she wished he'd understand.<br><br>A deep breath filled her lungs pushing her breasts softly against his chest, "You promised," she said with a cute whimper, "You promised we could go see this movie!" she whined cutely up at him.&nbsp; If he insisted, there wasn't any way she'd be able to fight his request to stay home.&nbsp; So much of her ached to just do exactly what he was implying.&nbsp; To let him have her... to let him do whatever he wanted with all of her.&nbsp; To feel him inside her... to feel his hand stroking her...<br><br>But she looked up at him cutely, "It's not like my apartment is going anywhere, right?" she said with a soft plea.&nbsp; She ran her finger nail across his lips and kept her eyes on his, "We can go to the movie... and over dinner you can tell me all about the parts I miss when my heads beneath the seats," she said with a suggestive flirtation as she licked her lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 03:47:41</strong>
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				The feel of her breasts against his chest almost made him cave and beg her to forget the movie. He wanted her and damn it, he had a right to have her! She was his! But as Luke opened his mouth to argue, he looked into her eyes and couldn’t. There was something there. Something she just wasn’t telling him. A part of him was hurt that she would continue to keep something from him but he was more worried than anything. Whatever Samantha was keeping…what could it possibly be?<br><br>“Alright,” he conceded with a small smile, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips. He swatted her ass teasingly, “Go finish getting dressed and I’ll find something to watch on TV.” He gave her a wide smile, letting her see he was completely fine with the idea of going to the movies. The thought of her being be between his legs while they were in the theatres caused his crotch to twitch in anticipation. Regardless of their lack of intercourse…Samantha was a killer with her mouth.<br><br>He gave her one last long smile before turning and going into the kitchen. He popped open her fridge and looked for something to drink, but his mind wandered to her bedroom. Luke couldn’t help it. He was in his girl’s house and more than anything he wanted to be with her. If only she would trust him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 04:11:21</strong>
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				The little swat sent a stirring down in her panties as blood flowed in response to the arousal she felt from his kiss.&nbsp; She had to turn away to make sure he didn't notice the poke on her skirt as she dashed towards her bedroom.&nbsp; Calm thoughts, clean thoughts, unsexy thoughts.&nbsp; It took her a moment and focussing on her make-up to drive the want and desire out of her body.&nbsp; Sometimes she envied other girls their ability to hide their arousal.<br><br>She settled on a black and hot pink shirt that he'd gotten her at a concert when they'd first started dating.&nbsp; Whenever she wore it, it was like a badge of honor that marked her as belonging to him.&nbsp; So outdated in her thinking... so old fashioned.&nbsp; The only thing better was when she could actually wear his shirts.&nbsp; His dirty shirts and jerseys, saturated with his smell and his sweat.<br><br>No!!&nbsp; She caught herself.&nbsp; Unsexy thoughts, clean thoughts, cold thoughts....<br><br>When she emerged from her bedroom she'd tied her hair up with ribbons so that her immensely long hair was in twin pony-tails on either side of her head.&nbsp; Once in a while she'd jokingly heard the hairstyle referred to as handlebars... ideal for grabbing during sex.&nbsp; But she'd never been intimate enough with anyone for it to be accurate.&nbsp; She just wanted to look good for him...<br><br>Her blue eyes were accented by a deep purple eyeshadow and black eyeliner.&nbsp; Her lips were painted now, a bright and vibrant blood red.&nbsp; The shirt had sleeves short enough to practically be non-existant and her smooth underarms were visible when she raised her hands to present herself, "Now come on... aren't you gonna be proud you get seen in public with a bitch like <em>this</em>?" she said using one hand to kind of show off her figure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 05:33:05</strong>
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				Luke was leaning against the kitchen counter, flipping through his text messages when he heard Samantha coming. He looked up and had to do a double take, his eyes widening at the way his girlfriend looked. Fuck, but she was absolutely gorgeous! His heart thundered in his chest and he could feel his length stirring as he ran his eyes all the way down her body. If the pig tails didn’t do it for him, the shirt from the Abbey Park concert sure as hell did.<br><br>“Jesus babe,” Luke breathed, walking to her unable to think clearly. She was amazing. When she wore the clothes he bought for her it made him feel like he had branded her. Tattooed his name all over her body. He groaned and smiled, his voice half teasing and half pleading, “Baby…fuck, I know you want to go to the movies but do you have to punish me! You look…God, you look so good…”<br><br>He slipped his phone in his pocket and went to her, grinning wickedly as he slid his hands up to her pigtails. He grabbing them and jerked her head up a bit teasingly, leaning down and kissing her lips slowly and with passion. He whispered against her lips, “Come on…lets go before I do something stupid…like lock you in this apartment with me.”<br><br>Luke let go of her hair, making sure not to mess up her look. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door, “So, what movie did you want to see again?” He flashed her a wide grin, his chain dangling and clinking against his pants. “I can’t remember which one you forced me to go see.” He winked, opening the door and waiting for her to exit. He didn’t care what movie they went to go see…he wouldn’t pay attention to it anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 05:54:56</strong>
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				"Movie?&nbsp; I just wanted to suck your cock in a public place, babe," she said with a hint of teasing as she walked down across the threshhold of her apartment.&nbsp; It was always so flattering the way he looked at her.&nbsp; Wanting.&nbsp; Desiring.&nbsp; Lusting after her.&nbsp; She stopped at the door and looked at him like she was a little saddened by something.&nbsp; She brushed the side of his face with the tips of her fingers, "You're so patient with me.&nbsp; You'd still love me no matter what, right?" she said with a hint of fear in the question.<br><br>For a moment it was easy to assume that she'd changed her mind about just staying in and letting him have her completely.&nbsp; She bit her lip as if sizing up the situation, "When... when we make love... you'll be my first, you know," she said with a hint of promise.&nbsp; At least he couldn't question how much she wanted it.&nbsp; Potentially it was excuse enough for why he'd had to settle for handjobs, fondling and enough oral that she'd learned to stop her gag-reflex... but it was something that she'd never shared with him before.&nbsp; That she'd not been with anyone else in her life.<br><br>It wasn't the secret she wanted to tell him.&nbsp; Part of her heart racing and saying she should just take him back inside... stringing him along wasn't fair.&nbsp; But in the end she smiled flirtatiously with a coy look in her eyes, "Come on.&nbsp; Black Dynamite is only playing for a few days at the cineplex... and I look too fucking hot to stay in all night," she teased as she pulled a cigarette out of her purse and put it between her red lips.<br><br>"But Luke..." she said as she sashayed her way towards his car, "I promise you don't have to leave tonight... if you don't... want to..."
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 14:41:33</strong>
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				Every time he felt any hint of impatience with her, she would simply look at him with those sad eyes and he was lost. There was no way in hell he would ever for Samantha to tell him what she was keeping from him. As he walked behind her, he watched her hips swaying and felt his cock harden. He licked his lips as he imagined the taste of her and just how she would sound when he laid her down and took her for the first time. It was enough to cause him difficulties walking, but man it was a great image. Once he arrived to his car, he pressed the keypad and unlocked it before opening the door for her.<br><br>He cupped her chin and kissed her lips, tasting the smoke on her lips. It turned him on that she smoked. To him there was nothing more attractive than when Samantha spoke to him and the smoke was lightly clouding her face. Or the mark of her lipstick on the cigarette bud. He looked into her eyes and said intensely, “I’ll love you no matter what, Sam. You’re my girl. You’ll always be my girl.” He kissed her lips once more and winked, “And…I’ll be staying at your apartment tonight…maybe all weekend…”<br><br>He grinned and walked around to the driver’s side of his Ford Edge. It had been a graduation gift from his parents and he was so thankful for that. The interior was spacious and it was one of his biggest fantasies to have Samantha straddle him and ride him while he drove. He could just picture those perfect breasts…her body…<br><br><em>Get your mind out of the gutter</em>, he screamed to himself, getting in the car and sliding the key in the ignition.<br><br>“So…movies,” he croaked and looked at her as he took her hand. He smiled, knowing his cheeks were a bit flushed and his eyes looked a little glazed. He couldn’t help it. Luke still couldn’t believe he had lucked out with Samantha.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 00:00:26</strong>
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				She waited until she was in his car to light her cigarette, letting the burning piece of useless oral fixation hang outside the open window as she blew the smoke out into the approaching night.&nbsp; Her words sounded a little choked at first, speaking at the end of a long exhale, "If you don't wanna see Black Dynamite," she began before taking a deep breath, bringing the cigarette back up close to her lips but not placing it between them, "We can see something else." She took another drag on her cigarette as her lips formed into a smirk.<br><br>Holding the smoke inside her lungs before speaking out and away from him, as she stroked his thigh, "I mean, I know how jealous you get when I check out black guys," she teased as the smoke carried her vague joking accusation of racism out of the car.&nbsp; She moved her hand off of his thigh to pull the seatbelt into it's clasp, adjusting it so that it felt comfortable with her breasts without choking her.&nbsp; There were disadvantages to being such a short curvy thing.<br><br>She brought her legs together as she watched the window.&nbsp; She never crossed them, it hurt a little against the package she had between them... but she liked to keep them closed like a proper lady.&nbsp; If just because it prevented anyone from seeing that she wasn't, technically, a lady.&nbsp; The thought brought a frown to her mind, but she quelled it with admiration of her lover's reflection in the tinted window of a car they passed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:40:58</strong>
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				He laughed softly, reaching out and placing his hand on her thigh. He ran his fingertips against her skin but he didn’t dare go any higher.&nbsp; Luke spared her a glance, his voice teasing, “I don’t care if you look at any of them…just don’t go home with them.” He squeezed her knee, his voice showing a hint of possessiveness that he did not even know he had. “Cause you’re all mine, right?”<br><br>He flicked the signal light and after waiting a few seconds, turning down the street. Luke continued to drive, smelling the scent of her smoke and feeling soothed by it. He didn’t smoke, but he had to admit that when Samantha smoked next to him, it was like a calmness came over him. He gave her a sideways look and smiled, “We can watch Black Dynamite. I’m okay with that movie…plus, with what you have planned, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to pay attention.”<br><br>The movie theater wasn’t that far. Since they all went to the University everything was nearby and made easy for the students who wanted to walk or take the bus. Before too long, Luke was trying to find a place to park. He squeezed her knee before letting go to turn into a parking space. “Since you picked the movie, I’ll go ahead and pick where we’re going to go eat, okay?” He gave her a smile, his eyes unable to stop from glancing down at her body for just a second.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 04:00:31</strong>
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				"Jeez, Luke," she rolled her eyes, "So many rules.&nbsp; I can't call you after eleven, I can't fuck random black guys," she teased.&nbsp; She had a tendancy to be so vulgar, a stark contrast to her just so recently confessing that she was a virgin.&nbsp; For whatever it was worth, the girl had a mouth like a sailor more often than she had the dainty tones that seemed to recall her behavior.&nbsp; She wore revealing clothing because she had the body for it, and because Luke liked to see her in it.&nbsp; She ate where he liked, because Luke was the man and she believed that men should pick the places to eat.&nbsp; She always let him hold the door, or pull back her chair, or pay for the bill.&nbsp; Fuck feminism if it meant she didn't get to be treated like a lady.&nbsp; But God help anyone who tried to censor a word from her lips...<br><br>"You'd better pay attention to the movie," she said with a hint of a pout, "I mean if I get hungry for dick, it's your duty as a man to let me know what I miss, isn't it?" she teased.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time she'd gone down on him in a theatre.&nbsp; The first time had been early when they were dating, she couldn't believe how boring and stupid that supposed summer blockbuster got around the middle.&nbsp; She'd just sighed and out of nowhere put her face in his lap and started sucking him off in the middle of the theatre.&nbsp; At least that first time, there had been no warning, no notice that she was about to do it.&nbsp; She'd just been bored and the next minute she'd had his dick in her mouth.<br><br>Perhaps it was behavior unbecoming a lady, and a virgin no less.&nbsp; But she'd never been apologetic about it.&nbsp; And it had made him happy, she presumed.&nbsp; That was her favorite part of anything.&nbsp; Making him happy.&nbsp; It made her feel like a woman... and there were so many reasons she needed something in her life that made her feel like a woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 05:10:30</strong>
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				The memory of the first time she had gone down on him in the theatre came at him in a flash. To say he had been surprised was a massive understatement. One minute they were watching some lame ass movie and he was contemplating skipping out with her to go grab a bite to eat. And then the next minute, his cock was deep inside Samantha’s mouth and she was giving him the most fantastic blowjob he had ever received. Just thinking about her head between his legs made him pop a boner. He didn’t mean to but damn, she was an expert at oral sex. “Fucking hell, Sam…” Luke muttered, half embarrassed that he was having some difficulties walking.<br><br>He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her, he looked down at her, seeing her short skirt and her tight shirt and he silently groaned. He wanted to reciprocate the pleasure to her too. He reached down and took her hand, pulling her out of the car and pressing her back against the car. Luke leaned down and kissed her slowly, whispering against her ear, “Come on, Sam…let me go down on you tonight…”<br><br>He pressed his body against hers before he heard some cat calls and whistles directed towards them. He muttered, “Damn it…” He looked at her with a boyish grin and shut the passenger door, locking his car, “Come on…we need to buy the tickets to the movie.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:09:29</strong>
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				She blushed when he offerred to go down on her.&nbsp; The length between her legs growing a little more hard again.&nbsp; Not quite hard enough to poke at the edge of her skirt again, but it was threatening to stick out of her panties if she wasn't careful.&nbsp; God how she wished he had any idea what he was suggesting.&nbsp; She let a sigh out, "May... maybe when we get home," she frowned a little, "You know how shitty I am at describing movies," she said as an excuse bopping herself on the head once for added effect.<br><br>When she heard the catcalls a little bit of her felt thrilled to have so many people admiring her, but in a display of true exhibitionism she simply turned and pulled Luke down to her level and gave him a kiss worthy of the movies.&nbsp; Her tongue probing deep into his mouth as her entirety surrenderred to him, she took his hand and placed it directly on her right tit for them to see, smiling a little at the gesture.&nbsp; Finally after what seemed like a breathless eternity she broke it away and looked directly at him, "Sorry boys..." she said with a taunt, "He's all mine," she teased implying that they were gay in the hopes that the type of men who cat-called a girl getting out of her boyfriend's car were also the type to get a little uncomfortable at being indirectly called gay.&nbsp; Assuming any of them even got the joke.&nbsp; Immediately the irony stabbed into her gut like a hot poker... and part of her hated herself for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 14:06:58</strong>
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				The kiss left him speechless and it made him ache to be with her. The need was building, becoming more intense every time she was around him. He was sure she didn’t do it on purpose, but they had shared everything except the physical aspect of their relationship. Granted, she had been more than willing to pleasure him orally and he had never had any objections. But aside from fondling and sucking on her tits, he hadn’t been allowed to touch her under her skirt. Now he understood that it was because she was a virgin…but still. He could be slow and gentle if only she would trust him.<br><br>“Come on,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed from the kiss. His hand remained at her breast, cupping and rubbing his thumb back and forth against her nipple. He winked, “You know two can play this game.” He glanced over at the group, who was now leaving and turned, pulling Samantha with him. As they walked, he slid his hand down and cupped her ass, squeezing in a teasing gesture. If anyone was watching, then they would know that she was his, damn it. He looked down and chuckled, muttering, “Damn it, Sam, you just can’t go five minutes without making me hard as hell.” He was teasing her, not ashamed or embarrassed at all at his body’s response to her. He wanted her to see what she did to him, especially considering what might happen later on. It seemed that tonight…after the movies…they might finally push for the intimacy he had been wanting lately.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 19:26:01</strong>
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				"Oh Lucas... such <em>flattery</em>," she said in a flat but obviously teasing tone of sarcasm in response to his statement.&nbsp; It wasn't... exactly... the sort of thing a girl liked to hear, but she supposed it was a compliment on it's own.&nbsp; Better, than if she were incapable of illiciting such a reaction from him, to be sure.&nbsp; Still, the only thing she could do was blush a little and roll her eyes in return.&nbsp; What was she supposed to say?&nbsp; You do the same to me?<br><br>Nervousness filled most of her night, even approaching the movie.&nbsp; They'd been together for so long, she just couldn't stand lying to him any longer.&nbsp; A lie by omission was still a lie.&nbsp; Every time he thought about her.&nbsp; Every time he pictured her naked.&nbsp; Every dream, every fantasy, every desire... she was lying to him.&nbsp; He was probably going to run away.&nbsp; Leave her, like the others.&nbsp; But if that happened, then if nothing else... she'd know that he'd been telling her a greater lie all this time.&nbsp; It was one thing to lie about something that might frighten the other person, she realized... but if he left, it would mean he'd been lying about loving her.<br><br>During the movie, a comedy that parodied Blaxploitation films from the seventies, she just rested her head on his shoulder.&nbsp; Laughing at the appropriate parts but she seemed to be... not entirely there.&nbsp; Afraid.&nbsp; Nervous.&nbsp; She didn't go down on him in the theatre like she'd implied she might.&nbsp; Instead she just moved the arm-bar between them and curled up against him, pulling his arm around her like a shield and surrounded herself with him.&nbsp; As if it were the last time he was ever going to hold her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 21:09:13</strong>
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				He had fucked up in some way. Oh, he didn’t need Samantha to throw a tantrum or yell at him to know that he had done or said something to upset her. As Lucas sat down with her and held her, she didn’t try to go down on him in any way. He wasn’t expecting it or disappointed it hadn’t happened. He was more worried about what he had done. It was his biggest fear that somehow, in some way he was going to ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.<br><br>His arms held her tight, his fingers reaching down to entwine with hers. He loved her. God, he didn’t just love her…he wanted to marry her. Have babies and raise a family with her. It didn’t matter that she had a secret from him. Whatever it was…when she finally decided to tell him, he would stand by her side and love her no matter what. Luke was so wrapped up in his thoughts about Samantha that he missed almost the entire movie. He laughed during a few funny moments and enjoyed the entire film but if someone were to flat out ask him about a specific part…he couldn’t remember. He would simply said that he could recall the scent of Sam’s perfume. Or how right she felt against him.<br><br>Almost during the end of the film, he leaned down and whispered, “I love you.” He kissed her cheek, ran his lips down to her neck and caressed her tender skin. She smelled perfect. She felt amazing. As his mouth caressed her neck, his hands pulled her close, needing to hold her close to him. No matter what, he wouldn’t let things go wrong between them. He would do anything in his power to keep her happy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 10:47:29</strong>
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				She looked at him when he said those powerful three little words.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time that he'd ever said them to her.&nbsp; That was a day that she could remember vividly.&nbsp; How much her heart had flutterred at hearing them.&nbsp; How complete and whole and right she felt with everything in the world.&nbsp; No, it wasn't the first time she'd heard them.&nbsp; But she couldn't escape the feeling that there was a chance that it would be the last.&nbsp; After all.&nbsp; All the others had run away.&nbsp; None of them had stayed.&nbsp; Some of them had even been... violent.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and kissed his forhead, backing away from him for just a second, "I hope you mean that.&nbsp; I really really do..." she tried to force a smile to put his mind at ease.<br><br>"If we get back to my apartment... and you get me undressed..." she began closing her eyes and swallowing, "And you still want me.&nbsp; I want you to have me, okay?&nbsp; When all is said and done... if at the end of the night you still feel this way," she looked at him as she held back the expression of fear in her eyes, "Well," she said as if she couldn't figure out how to finish her thought, "I really want you to be my first, Luke."&nbsp; She reminded him.&nbsp; Still she wasn't able to just out and tell him her secret.&nbsp; Besides, even if she did he'd just think she was joking.&nbsp; Worse, if she told him here and he rejected her... she'd have to do the walk of shame all the way back to her apartment.&nbsp; And she couldn't stand that thought.&nbsp; If he rejected her... she wanted to die.&nbsp; Melodramatic, perhaps.&nbsp; But, he was the only person that had ever made her feel like maybe she really was a girl...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 14:06:42</strong>
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				<em>And you still want me</em>¸ Lucas was a bit confused by her words and he was sure it showed in his eyes. How could he not want her? Samantha was everything he could ever want and more! But he knew that there was something deeper going on, something much deeper than ‘virginal jitters’. Samantha was going to tell him something tonight and he was certain that it would shock the hell out of him. Suddenly, Lucas felt a shiver of dread run down his spine. Was she pregnant? No…Hell no, Samantha would never cheat on him. Did she have a disease? A third nipple? He swallowed hard as he was bombarded with thoughts and images. In the end he had to push them all aside, knowing that whatever Samantha was going to share with him tonight had to be pretty damn serious.<br><br>When the lights came on in the theater he looked up in surprise, seeing the credits rolling on the screen. How the hell had the time passed without his recollection?! He looked at Sam and he could tell that neither of them had really watched the movie. No matter how hard Luke tried to push away his nervousness, it was gripping his heart and he couldn’t help but stammer a bit, “S-So…do you want to go eat? Or…we could watch another movie?” He kept a tight hold on her, not letting her go for fear that she would leave him. Even as they walked down the steps to exit the theater, he walked next to her, his arm around her, holding her in a overprotective manner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 21:22:04</strong>
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				As promising and sweet as a dinner sounded... she just didn't have an appetite.&nbsp; She wanted to go so she would have one last romantic moment that she could remember when he inevitably ran away, but she just couldn't take lying to him any longer.&nbsp; The time had come.&nbsp; She needed to come clean and if he was honest... she'd become the happiest 'girl' in the world.&nbsp; If he was the man that she hoped he was, the small things shouldn't matter.&nbsp; <em>Well... not so small</em>, she punned inside her head as a vain attempt to remove the tension she was feeling at the moment.<br><br>She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Let's just go back to my place.&nbsp; We'll cuddle.&nbsp; We'll undress.&nbsp; We'll get everything out in the open.&nbsp; And if you love me," she smiled as much with her eyes as she did with her lips, "You'll make me feel like a woman."&nbsp; It was an honest statement.&nbsp; Regardless of whatever her body was best identified as, she'd always felt like a girl.&nbsp; Why should the exchange for a different sexual organ be what decided her gender?&nbsp; Because she didn't get cramps every month?&nbsp; Because she couldn't be a mommy?&nbsp; She couldn't accept that a vagina and ovaries were what defined femininity...<br><br>A sigh escaped her lips as she took his hand and wrapped it around her body, even letting it rest against her right breast as she leaned into him, "Let's go home, Luke.&nbsp; I want to be yours," she said truthfully as she nuzzled hopefully into his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 13:46:40</strong>
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				This was it. They were going to go to her apartment and whatever she was keeping from him would finally be revealed. Was he ready for it? For a split second, Lucas felt an overwhelming sense of fear and he didn’t want the night to end. He wanted to prolong this moment. To take her out to eat and then go walk in the park where they could make out and he could feel like they would forever be this way. But one look in her eyes and he knew the time had come. She would tell him whatever it was that was making her react this way and he…he would love her for it, he stating firmly.<br><br>“You already are mine,” Luke said firmly, cupping her breast and leaning down to take her lips in a fierce kiss. He squeezed her breast, his thumb finding her nipple and grazing it gently. He pulled back and blurted out, unable to contain his fear any longer, “Whatever you tell me, Sam…I don’t care. I don’t,” He insisted, but he didn’t know if it was her he was trying to convince…or himself.<br><br>He led her towards the car and unlocked the door for her. As he held it open, he looked around. It was just another typical night. But it felt so much different, so much more important to him. As he shut the door and walked around to slide into the driver’s side, Luke prayed he didn’t fuck things up with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 19:58:00</strong>
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				She was too wracked with emotion to respond the way she normally would have to the attention to her breast.&nbsp; There was a slight gasp, that melted into a sigh as she tried her hardest to believe the words that he was telling her.&nbsp; For most of the car ride back she was quiet, except for the occasional sigh or worried groan.&nbsp; Anytime he looked over at her, she gave him a nervous smile and a loving look.&nbsp; The way she looked at him was like she'd already lost him but was desperate not to let go.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn't too late to continue her lie, she thought selfishly.&nbsp; But he'd earned the truth.&nbsp; She couldn't say she loved him and not give him that much.<br><br>When they reached the apartment she let him go in first.&nbsp; For a moment standing on the outside of her own apartment as if it were some fortress she dared not enter.&nbsp; Then she followed him inside and clicked on the light, shutting her door and then making sure the curtain was closed as she leaned against the wall.&nbsp; For a long while she was quiet as if she had to find the words to say.&nbsp; The look of anguish on her face was clear and abundant.&nbsp; Then she took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, "I love you, Luke," she said but it was clearly not the thing she'd been keeping from him.<br><br>"I... want to undress for you..." she said with something of a whimper, "I want you to know me, and if you still love me after you see me... I want you to take me," she said breathing hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 13:26:36</strong>
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				“I…I love you too, Sam,” Lucas said, a slight tremor to his voice. He could no longer lie to himself and say that whatever the secret was he would accept it. The way Samantha was behaving let him know that not only was this secret serious…it could end them. What could she possibly keep from him that would make him walk out the door and never speak to the woman he loved? He looked at her, seeing the anguish so clear in her eyes and he felt his heart break. God he loved her. He loved her and no matter what it was that she was keeping from him, he wouldn’t let her go so easily. He would stay. He would fight. Cause damn it…she was perfect.<br><br>“I…Come on, Sam,” Luke tried to smile, but his eyes were flashing with nervousness and it betrayed his true emotions. “It…It can’t be that bad.” He sat down at the edge of the couch, wracking his brain for whatever she could say. Had she been pregnant before? Did she have stretch marks that he didn’t know about? He had seen her naked from the waist up so…no it wasn’t that. Was she disfigured? Deformed? What was it!! He looked at her, his eyes traveling up and down her figure to see if he could find what it was so he wouldn’t be so surprised. But…he found nothing. Standing before him was his beautiful girlfriend. The woman of his dreams. She was perfect, damn it!<br><br>Lucas swallowed hard, his eyes glancing up to hers. He held her gaze, hoping he was expressing his love and his loyalty to her. He was completely unaware that as he was showing her that…he was also showing his growing fear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 00:08:49</strong>
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				She tried to act sexy while she put her finger tips against his chest and walked him towards the couch until he tipped over on to it.&nbsp; In her head, she'd planned a little strip tease for when she lost her virginity.&nbsp; Lap dancing over him to try and get him aroused before letting him inside her body.&nbsp; That didn't feel appropriate now.&nbsp; Instead she took a few steps backwards, still trying to look as sexy as possible with tears running down and leaving streaks of make-up on her cheeks.<br><br>Her chest rose in a deep breath as she slowly pulled the shirt off of her abdomen.&nbsp; Her stomach was shaped well, with a pencil thin line of her muscle that crawled down to the piercing in her belly button.&nbsp; She set the shirt he'd gotten her on the chair beside her, her blue eyes watching him the entire time.&nbsp; Soft hands reached up under her skirt, as she bent over towards him, exposing her cleavage in full force to him as she slid her panties down over the curve of her ass, then squatted so that he couldn't yet see under the skirt as she kicked them off.&nbsp; Still her eyes watched him.&nbsp; Her hands reached upwards behind her back in that awkward dance of shoulders and elbows and spine to unclasp her bra... the act caused her large chest to bounce slightly as if being released from heavy pressure.&nbsp; First one arm, than the other, sliding through the shoulder straps and tossing the bra aside.&nbsp; The fatty mounds of her breasts peaked with twin carnation pink nubs, areola just over the size of a quarter with soft pink bumps in their center...<br><br>Only then did her eyes close.&nbsp; Her face contorted as if she were about to break down sobbing, and her breath clearly held as her chest stopped rising and falling.&nbsp; Thumbs hooked in the curve of her skirt, she slowly began to lower it over her hips.&nbsp; First the curls of brownish blond pubic hair came into view.&nbsp; Maintained and organised so it wouldn't ever stand out if she wore revealing panties.&nbsp; But then her secret came into view.&nbsp; Her shame.&nbsp; Every other inch of her body so genuinely female, and then this.&nbsp; The soft extension of a familiar shape... just barely smaller than Luke's own... the tip of it the same carnation color as her nipples but just a little rosier.&nbsp; The length soft and spongy at the moment.&nbsp; Twin orbs hanging behind the shaft, slightly off balance and clinging to her thigh.<br><br>The skirt fell to the floor and she winced as if it had fallen with the sound of thunder.&nbsp; She wanted to scream how she loved him.&nbsp; But, the words didn't come, and she couldn't bear just yet to open her eyes... part of her looked like she was bracing herself to be hit.&nbsp; Her entire body looked like she wanted to collapse and cry, but was trying to look strong for him.&nbsp; How many times had he begged her to let him see her body, not even for sex, just to share as much of herself as he had with her.&nbsp; Here it was, she thought.&nbsp; Here I am.&nbsp; Just stay.&nbsp; Say you love me and stay... Say it doesn't matter and stay...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 01:46:02</strong>
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				She was beautiful to him. God with each scrap of clothing being removed, he could feel his erection growing. When she reached back and unclasped her bra, he almost groaned out loud for he could see her nipples straining against the thin material. As she let the bra fall to the floor, Lucas had to swallow hard not to whimper with need. His favorite thing to do was cover her breasts with kisses. He enjoyed nothing more than lavishing her nipples with the love and attention they deserved. Even as she continued to undress, he could imagine them in his mouth, the hard pebbles pressing against his tongue and making his suckle on them like a new born babe.<br><br>But even as his erection grew, so did his panic. Why was she crying? What could possibly be wrong with her that she was in such inner turmoil? It almost became too much for Luke. As she shut her eyes, he almost stood up and reached for her. But then she did something he had dreamed about for months. She hooked her thumbs on her skirt and she began to pull it down. His breathing started coming in quick pants, his eyes trained on the glorious sight of her womanhood. This was it…the final act. Finally he could make love to her and show her how much she truly meant to him. How every night he had dreamed of spreading her open and sliding inside of her, claiming her as only a man could claim the woman he loved. Except…wait. Wait…something was wrong. It…<br><br>“S-Sam…?” Luke whispered, his eyes trained on the piece of equipment that was NOT supposed to be there. She was…No. Lucas’ brain simply shut down and refused to admit what was right before his eyes. His Samantha…his girlfriend…was a man? NO! His eyes shot to hers, wanting to see if she was serious. Was this some sort of cruel prank? Some horrible joke that she was playing on him and she would soon yell ‘Fooled ya!’ and take it away? He waited…nothing. She didn’t open her eyes and acknowledge what was so obvious wrong in her body. And just as quickly as his brain shut off…it booted back up in a flash and a thousand questions began to flash in his mind.<br><br>He jumped off the couch in an instant, his breathing labored. He paced away from her, then came back. Tears threatened to fall and the his hands tightened into fists. Finally, his voice cracking, Luke turned to her and demanded, “Tell me this is some kind of sick joke. I…NO! Samantha…what the fuck!” He turned and walked away from her before he flipped back around and advanced towards her, his face contorted in agony, screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 02:04:59</strong>
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				This was exactly what she'd been anticipating.&nbsp; Suddenly her heart shatterred like glass and tears fell from her eyes.&nbsp; A pained banshee wail escaped her lips as her face melted into something ugly and full of sorrow.&nbsp; Black tears ran down the curve of her cheeks as she appeared to literally die inside.&nbsp; She was weak and collapsed to a squatting position, head between her knees and tears and snot falling from her face pooling in a distressed buddle on the ground.&nbsp; Her hands coming up to hide her face while her legs closed to hide her shame and she fell to her knees before him.&nbsp; Grovelling.&nbsp; Begging for this to be a nightmare... for him to love her again...<br><br>Screaming sobs of murder fled from her becoming quieter and more choked as the breath left her lungs.&nbsp; Her elegantly long golden hair fell around her like a shell, protecting her from the world and cloaking her in darkness.&nbsp; Her own private prison, inside which she could suffer to her heart's content.&nbsp; Instinct made her curl up.&nbsp; Now was when the beatings usually came when boys found out.&nbsp; She was a freak.&nbsp; Something in between genders.&nbsp; No amount of thought and make-up and femininity and affection was ever going to make her a girl... and the boys she trusted enough so far with this secret always drove that point home with their fists.<br><br>Eventually the sobs all but died in silently wheezing noises.&nbsp; She wasn't breathing, she was too broken.&nbsp; Too afraid.&nbsp; Too insignifigant.&nbsp; And no matter how hard she tried to put the pieces back together, no matter what parts of her brain reminded her that she'd been through this before... this time felt so much worse.&nbsp; This had been the first time she was genuinely and truly in love.&nbsp; Yet more than anything he wanted him to leave.&nbsp; Leave her world forever so that she could pretend he was just a dream, and that this moment was just a horrid nightmare.&nbsp; Or stamp her out... dying would be preferable to his absense if it made him feel better.&nbsp; Without him, she didn't really exist.&nbsp; Without him, the world was on the other side of a plastic wall.&nbsp; She could only see herself reflected in his eyes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 02:57:55</strong>
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				Lucas visibly shuddered as she fell to the floor, crying as if the world was ending. A part of him, the part that loved her and ached to be with her almost fell to the floor with her wanting to comfort her. But he was too freaked out. She was all woman except for…for THAT. Between her legs. Jesus, she was a guy! She looked like a woman and acted like one but…but she wasn’t normal. And all he could do was look at her as she curled up as if the world was ending. Luke was split in two ways…he wanted to run and wanted to stay…and finally the decision was made for him. As she stopped crying, he simply turned and walked away.<br><br>He got to the door and opened it, shutting it behind him. He walked down the hall in a daze, simply going down the stairs and getting in his car. What the hell could he think? The girl he had loved…she wasn’t a girl. She was…something in between. Something that was too much for him to handle. Luke blinked and he was by his car. His hand was at the door and he was pushing it open and getting inside. He had to get away. He had to drive far away and never think about Samantha again. The girl he loved…the woman he wanted to marry…she didn’t exist. She was a cruel joke played by the Gods of Fate.<br><br>He turned the key in the ignition and put the car in drive. Tears were streaming down his face but he was barely aware of them. And as he drove away one thing kept playing back in his head. Her cries. They were of a soul that was broken. Of a woman who had trusted someone and had been betrayed…and he realized…he was the one who betrayed her. Tears continued to run down his cheeks and a sob escaped him. Oh God, how could his perfect girlfriend turn into his worse nightmare?!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 08:11:37</strong>
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				The world was suddenly a dark and horrid place.&nbsp; Without beauty, without happiness.&nbsp; Without purpose.&nbsp; When the door shut, her sobbing intensified for a moment.&nbsp; Then.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Silence.&nbsp; She couldn't entirely be certain if her heart was still beating, and she didn't remember when she'd stood up.&nbsp; Everything came in clips and flashes now.&nbsp; She didn't remember pouring the entire bottle of pills down her throat, or downing all of the vodka in her cabinet.&nbsp; But here she was.&nbsp; Sitting on her couch, naked.&nbsp; Christ, she thought as everything started to fade out, had she rememberred to write a note?&nbsp; Would anyone care?<br><br>Every blink seemed to take forever, and the world seemed to move around her in slow motion.&nbsp; She turned the stereo on, but didn't remember if she'd done that before she lay down, or if she'd had to get back up.&nbsp; It was pleasing to hear music as she felt her heart start to slow down.&nbsp; It was one of her favorite songs.&nbsp; God she loved this song.&nbsp; What was it called again?&nbsp; It sounded so distant.&nbsp; Like it was on the other side of the wall.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn't her stereo at all.&nbsp; Maybe she was hearing her neighbors stereo.&nbsp; How nice of them to play music for her, she thought...<br><br>If she woke up in the morning, she thought, she would make it a point to be a stronger woman.&nbsp; Maybe it was time to stop dating men.&nbsp; She didn't really find herself attracted to women, but it had to be better than constantly being left all the time.&nbsp; Told how much of a freak she was.&nbsp; Then again, who's to say lesbians would be any kinder when they found out?&nbsp; Maybe... maybe it was just time to cut it off?&nbsp; To be rid of it...<br><br>Her hand clumsily found scissors on her coffee table and slowly, with tears rolling down her eyes that clouded her already blurry vision and renderred her blind... she spread the blades and sobbed again as she prepared to mutilate herself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 15:26:56</strong>
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				<em>I love you, Luke</em>. The sound of Samantha’s voice sounded in his head like a constant echo. Luke shuddered, feeling his breath hitch and his eyes cloud with even more tears. With a hard jerk of the steering wheel, he pulled over. He put the car in park and pressed his forehead against the steering wheel, letting out a strangled sob. Why hadn’t she told him sooner? Why hadn’t she told him before he had fallen in love with her? <em>You'll make me feel like a woman</em>.<br><br>“Stop,” Luke sobbed, trying so hard to stop hearing her in his head. But it was useless. When he thought back to Samantha…he didn’t hate her. He was confused and even hurt but he didn’t hate her for this…new event that was shown to him. As he slowly put his emotions in perspective, he slowly started to realize that what he felt was fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what others would think. But did it matter? When everyone saw Samantha they saw her as his hot girlfriend. When they spoke about her, it wasn’t insulting…they envied him. And as he thought about her…he still loved her. The feelings hadn’t changed…so why was he running?<br><br>With a new determination, Lucas shifted his car to drive and made a U-turn, glad that the streets were practically deserted. His eyes flashed with new determination as he made his way back to Samantha’s apartment. <em>And if you still love me after you see me…and if you still love me after you see me…and if you still love me after you see me</em>…He did love her. Fuck, he worshipped her. He didn’t know how they were going to make this work but he would try. She had opened herself up to him and he had pushed her aside like a freak.&nbsp; Now he had to fix his mistake.<br><br>Lucas didn’t remember turning off his car or getting out. As he climbed the stairs he could hear music coming from Samantha’s apartment. It was one of her favorite songs. But as he got closer to the door, something made him walk faster. He knocked once and on a whim, remembering he had closed the door but not locked it, he turned the knob.<br><br>The sight that greeted him almost made him throw up. “SAMANTHA NO!!!!” He slammed the door shut and threw himself at the couch, reaching for the scissors that were about to maim his beautiful girlfriend. His hands closed around hers and he pulled her hand away, wondering what the hell got into her to do that.<br><br>And then he saw it…the empty pill bottle…the vodka…Lucas looked at Samantha in horror, his voice breaking, “No baby…no…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” Unable to think straight, Lucas simply pulled the scissors from her hands, took her in his arms and cradled her, his tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t leave me…I’m sorry…I fucked up...but don’t leave me, Sam…please baby…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 22:16:11</strong>
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				Had the door opened?&nbsp; She didn't remember the door being opened.&nbsp; But, it was becoming harder and harder to remember even where she was.&nbsp; It was so nice of her neighbor to play that music... she wished they'd turn it up.&nbsp; She didn't think her neighbors liked the same kind of music as her.&nbsp; Why was it getting so quiet?&nbsp; The images passing through her head weren't clear.&nbsp; She felt like they were made up of hazy recolections of a dream.&nbsp; None of the words that the figure - was it Luke? - said to her registerred on a deep part of her brain, but the sheer embarassment of being seen made her drop the scissors and turn away.&nbsp; Burying tears into the couch.<br><br>Now she was floating.&nbsp; She wasn't on the couch.&nbsp; Her first thought was where were her tears supposed to go, now that she didn't have the coushins.&nbsp; She didn't realize that her face was dry and her expression half asleep.&nbsp; A deep breath woke her up just enough to look at the figure holding her.&nbsp; So it had been Luke, after all.&nbsp; No, that didn't make sense, "You left," she said.&nbsp; The words as they escaped her lips were fuzzy as if she were very very drunk.&nbsp; She nuzzled into his shoulder, "I don't know if I took enough, pills Luke.&nbsp; Can you get me more pills... don't want to be..." she blinked and rolled her head as if she couldn't remember what she was trying to say, "Didn't you leave?" it was obvious that the entire bottle of Vodka was probably effecting her more than the pills were... but she still seemed to be teetering on the edge.&nbsp; He'd have to keep her awake to keep her safe.<br><br>( ugh... sorry that post sucked... ;_; )
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 20:28:11</strong>
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				<em>Snap out of it</em>, Lucas screamed and almost instantly he knew he had to do SOMETHING. He couldn’t take her to the hospital.&nbsp; If anyone saw her in this state, they would get the authorities involved and they would admit her into psychiatric care. So he picked her up, carrying her in his arms to the bathroom. As he carried her, he whispered tenderly, “Don’t go to sleep, okay. Sam? Stay awake for me, baby.” He swallowed the huge lump in his throat, knowing she was in this state because of him. If he had only been able to think clearly…if he hadn’t overreacted then maybe she wouldn’t…Lucas pushed those thoughts aside and knelt down next to the tub. He filled it with cold water, wanting to shock her body into staying awake. “Come on, baby. Don’t go to sleep.”<br><br>He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, hesitating for only a moment. He knew he had a right to feel confused and a bit weirded out by what was between her legs but…he didn’t want her to know. He didn’t want her to feel like a monster or a freak. She was his Samantha and damn it…he would show her he wasn’t disgusted by her. “Don’t scream, okay?” He picked her up and without any kind of gentleness, laid her down on the cold water. He shut off the water and laid half in and half out of the tub. His shirt was getting drenched but he didn’t care. His eyes remained on Samantha. Should he force her to throw up? Maybe…Didn’t Doctors pump the stomach when someone OD’d? He swallowed his fear down and gently slapped Samantha, “Baby…open your eyes. Look at me…Tell me you love me.” His voice broke at the end and he struggled not to cry again. Had he seriously fucked things up? Was it too late?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:23:35</strong>
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				"But you can't really be here," she purred into his ear as he carried her, "You went away.&nbsp; Poof.&nbsp; I'm making you up right now," she said as she began to burst into intoxicated laughter that started to fade as she fell closer and closer to sleep in his arms.&nbsp; That was all she'd ever wanted.&nbsp; To rest and slip into dreams with the feeling of his arms around her body.&nbsp; And now here it was, and it would be the last thing she ever felt.&nbsp; What a wonderful dream to die to, she thought.<br><br>Then some asshole dropped her unceremoniously into an ice cold bath!&nbsp; She didn't scream so much as jump a little and gasp, "C-c-cold!" she stammerred through her teeth as her body reacted in all the ways expected of the arctic water against her cream colorred skin.&nbsp; Goosebumps decorated her flesh, while her breasts became tighter and her nipples coiled into firm hard knots.&nbsp; There was also, embarassing as it was if Luke was looking down there... a bit of shrinkage as her member proved that it was organic by retreating into her body.<br><br>She was still in a state of confusion, and didn't appear to be completely aware of her surroundings, she just wanted out of this water.&nbsp; Yes, that sounded good.&nbsp; Out of the water where things were warm...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:33:01</strong>
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				“No no baby,” Luke said as he held Samantha in the water. He didn’t want her to get out; he needed her to at least wake up long enough that he wouldn’t have to worry about her dozing off. He grabbed a handful of water and splashed her face with it. If she had been truly conscious, he knew he would get shit for wetting her and harassing her this way but he had to make sure she remained awake. Lucas thought about calling the Poison Center but thought better of it. They could trace the call…<br><br>“I was freaked out,” he mumbled to himself, unaware that he was speaking out loud, “I mean…you’re so beautiful and I never…I never expected that. But…I want to try and understand, Sam. I want to try…” Tears stung his eyes as he said thickly, “And I can’t try if you die. I can’t try if you hurt yourself. Let me try with you, Sam, please baby?” He was babbling and he knew it but he couldn’t help it. He was praying, hoping and wishing that somehow someone would take pity on him and his girlfriend would be his once again.<br><br>He sighed, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to the cold bath tub. He wanted to re-do this entire night. But even if he did…would it have changed anything at all?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:21:50</strong>
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				A brief scream exited her lips and her eyes shot open again in shock when he splashed her face.&nbsp; She went from frantically trying to get out of the tub to desperately curling herself up to try and keep some semblance of warmth.&nbsp; Why on earth would her apartment have such cold water?!&nbsp; Didn't Luke know how much she hated cold water?!&nbsp; Luke?&nbsp; It was him... what was he doing here?&nbsp; He was saying something, but she couldn't hear it over the sound of the water in her ears making her chattering teeth thunder with the echo of machine gun fire.&nbsp; Her blue eyes were confused as they tried to find some focus, everything looking so much sharper through the cold.<br><br>"What are you doing here?" she managed to get out through the chattering of her teeth, "Cold.&nbsp; Get me out.&nbsp; Cold..." she swallowed a heavy gulp and began to frantically move her hands over her arms, "I need out.&nbsp; I need warm...." she whimperred.&nbsp; Her body couldn't get any more tightly coiled, even as she was getting used to the water temperature she was pushing herself further and further to one corner that was near the warmth of her wall.&nbsp; Trying to keep herself in the light to get any fraction of heat from them.&nbsp; Her eyes were confused but were pleading with him not to keep her in the bathtub.&nbsp; How desperately she wanted to be anywhere warm...<br><br>"Please let me out!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:55:56</strong>
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				There. She finally made sense. Lucas looked down at her triumphantly and saw the confusion in her eyes but also that she was becoming aware of her surroundings. He nodded and swallowed hard, so glad that she was gaining some kind of sense and she wasn’t fading in and out like the last few minutes. He reached over and jerked the knob, letting the water begin to escape. He stood up and stripped off his wet shirt, throwing it in the bathroom sink. He looked around and found two of her fluffy towels and her robe. “Here, baby…hold on.”<br><br>He reached down and picked her up easily, wrapping the towel around her body. He looked down and didn’t miss the way her…well her <em>thing </em>was almost tucked in inside of her. Lucas ignored it, tightening the towel around her before he wrapped the other towel around her head, hiding her hair. He then grabbed her robe, wrapping it around her for even more warmth. Once she was completely wrapped up, Lucas picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and whispered, “I’ll be right back okay?”<br><br>Now that he knew she was going to be okay, he rushed around her apartment taking care of things. He shut off the stereo and locked the front door. He went around turning off the lights until he got back to the bedroom. He swallowed and asked softly, “Sam…can I…stay the night?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:09:52</strong>
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				At first when he pulled her out of the water she clung to his chest as if he were a life preserver in the middle of the ocean.&nbsp; He was warm, and like fire compared to the icey water she'd been freed from.&nbsp; Her smooth flesh pressed tightly against his skin so much so that they could feel one another's heart beat.&nbsp; She was quiet while he wrapped her up.&nbsp; She was quiet while he tried his best to get her back to warmth.&nbsp; But when he asked if he could stay, she looked away and quietly crawled to the other side of her bed, "You left," she said for what she was obviously unaware was the fourth time that evening.&nbsp; The bitterness and pain in her words were as cold as the water he'd dropped her in.&nbsp; She'd cried enough for him, tonight, and she didn't tear up... anger was more productive than sadness.<br><br>"You said you'd love me no matter what... and you left..." she reminded him.&nbsp; She wasn't kicking him out, at least not yet.&nbsp; But this was certainly an issue that she wanted to address.&nbsp; It hadn't been their first fight, but it had certainly been the first big one.&nbsp; Part of her wonderred if it was just her strong feminine side that was screaming inside her head about how it was all her fault, or if every human being felt that way.&nbsp; She sat on her pillow and pulled her lighter out of the nightstand drawer next to her bed, clicking the little flame into life and holding it near her as she barely and only tentatively made eye contact.&nbsp; It wasn't that she couldn't stand to look at him... she was just certain that she wouldn't be able to stay mad if she looked at him for too long.&nbsp; Dammit, she'd earned the right to be pretty mad.<br><br>"You called me a sick joke."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:03:42</strong>
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				Wait…she was mad at him?! He looked at her in disbelief, unable to accept that she could possible be mad at him for the way he had responded. He swallowed hard, refusing to fight with her. He had a few choice words to tell her but he didn’t…because he knew if he did then he would ruin their relationship. And as he had cared for her just now he realized…he wanted to continue in the relationship. He wasn’t too sure how it was going to work out between them but he wasn’t going to be the one to fuck it up. “A…Are you serious?” He asked, shocked. She had lied to him! Kept something so monumental that it was a miracle he hadn’t reacted in some other way.<br><br>He looked at her, struggling between hurt and anger. Finally he simple stated, “Get some sleep.” He turned and walked out of the bedroom, going to the living room. He wasn’t going to leave. Lucas wasn’t going to make it worse by just leaving, for he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t try something again. He went to sit down on her couch when he saw the pills and the vodka. He picked it up, rearranging her living room the best way possible. He was hurt and all he wanted to do was hold her. But she was mad at him. Fucking hell, how had HE become the bad guy?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:18:34</strong>
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				"You're doing it again!" she cried from the bedroom out after him.&nbsp; Deep down, on some level, she knew that she had to bare some of the burden for this.&nbsp; After all, she had technically kept a pretty big secret from him.&nbsp; Well... not so big now that she'd just come out of such cold water!&nbsp; But big, figuratively.&nbsp; But what was she supposed to do?&nbsp; She came to the door, "I can't go to sleep dummy... I just downed a bottle of pills.&nbsp; If I go to sleep, I probably won't wake up," she reminded him.&nbsp; But it was just a way to cover up how she was really feeling.&nbsp; She wanted to talk about this.&nbsp; It was a good thing that he'd come back for her, right?&nbsp; That much, at least, that much was good.&nbsp; Wasn't it?<br><br>"What was I supposed to do?" she asked after a moment of silence that seemed desperately in need of ending.&nbsp; She made her way to her front door and closed it so that their conversation, and her near nudity, was something private between the two of them.&nbsp; Her eyes were filled with a sense of doubt and shame, "You wouldn't have gone out with me if I'd told you.&nbsp; You'd have broken up with me if I'd told you too soon.&nbsp; Or, laughed at me with your friends.&nbsp; I wanted to feel loved, first.&nbsp; If that's fucked up, kill me for it," she said with a soft whine.&nbsp; Her voice was quiet and barely over a whisper.&nbsp; She sat herself on the couch next to him and curled up tightly, hoping against hope that he would put his arm around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 13:23:54</strong>
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				“You’re the one who downed a bottle of pills and drank some vodka and I’m the fucking dummy?” He snaps, infuriated with himself for not thinking clearly. He had pretty much just told her to go sleep and walk right into her death. But damn it! This wasn’t how he expected this night to go. And he hadn’t expected her to try and off herself! Well, now that he thought about it he didn’t blame her but still…why was she mad at him!? Lucas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face with his hands. He was confused and hurt but he knew one thing and it was the one thing that had brought him back to her. He loved her.<br><br>“How did you expect me to react, Sam?” Luke asked quietly as she sat next to him. He glanced over at her, seeing her wrapped up in the robe and he wanted nothing more than to hug her and hold her to him. Fuck it, he thought and leaned back, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes as he breathed her scent in. Her. Yes because she was a girl, damn it. He swallowed hard, “I tried to prepare myself, baby, I really did. I…I expected a lot of things when you talked about showing me something but a d-dick…” He tightened his arms around her not wanting her to get offended and leave, “…I didn’t expect that…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 04:20:35</strong>
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				She hung her head and her long golden princess hair fell down over her face.&nbsp; Masking her, almost enough once again for her to completely hide from the world beneath it.&nbsp; But her lips and some of her run make-up added a grotesque mask of color between the curtains, "It's not such a big deal is it?" she asked with a whimper, "I mean... there's still things we can do."&nbsp; She sniffled a little and tried to curl into him, as if to will the affection from him.&nbsp; The understanding.&nbsp; But she was a shell, something broken.&nbsp; Something in need of love to be mended back together, "You did come back," she said.&nbsp; That had to have meant something.<br><br>For a long moment, there was silence again.&nbsp; He'd been the first person ever to look her in the eye again after finding out her secret.&nbsp; He'd been one of the few not to hospitalize her.&nbsp; She tried, at least for the moment, to focus on that.&nbsp; She still wanted to be angry, but she was realizing that there wasn't anything constructive that she could do with that emotion.&nbsp; Better to feel comfort and familiarity.&nbsp; Better to feel loved.&nbsp; Her lips formed a pout as she tried to find her humor again, "Our first fight," she sniffled, "I guess... given the topic... make-up sex is out of the question, huh?" she tried to tease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:16:05</strong>
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				He should laugh. Luke should laugh and make some kind of teasing comment so that the tension would leave both their bodies. But…how could he? How could he love her and…have make up sex with her when he didn’t even know…He turned a bright color and looked away, sighing deeply. He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand and spoke in an almost tired voice, “What do we do now, Sam? I…” Lucas stopped before he finished the sentence. Did he? Did he still love her? He said he did but damn it, that…things had drastically changed. Everything was different now. Everything.<br><br>“I…I love you,” He looks at her, finally looked at her. She was so beautiful. Even with the make up and the tears, she was perfect to him. He swallowed hard and said in a thick voice, his voice husky with emotions, “But how can we do this? You’re…Jesus, Sam. How did it…I mean, were you always like this?” His question wasn’t meant to be cruel or evil, just confused. He just didn’t understand how he didn’t know or how he hadn’t heard about it before. He wanted to touch her and hold her but he had to know everything. He had to know there were no other secrets between them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 09:33:06</strong>
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				"Was I always like this?" the way he'd asked the question hadn't been rude or cruel.&nbsp; Instead it had just seemed to make her laugh a little as she elbowed him gently in the arm.&nbsp; His reactions weren't ideal, obviously, but they were fair considerring everything.&nbsp; She shook her head as she tried to rest it on his shoulder, "No, Luke... I attended one too many football games and lost my vagina.&nbsp; Maybe if we'd go to the Ballet like I'd asked, it'll tuck itself back in, huh?" she teased and nuzzled into him.<br><br>After a moment she took a deep breath and looked up at him with her serious-eyes.&nbsp; She smiled, "I was born this way.&nbsp; It's got a long really hard name to pronounce, but it's a kind of hermaphroditism.&nbsp; It's also why I'm so short, I guess.&nbsp; It causes an imbalance in my hormones or something.&nbsp; You should be thankful for one side effect... the compensation is why my boobs are big," she teased, "Also, on the bright side... assuming you're not grossed out by it... I have a masculine sex drive.&nbsp; So, you know... if you stay with me... it's not likely you're often going to hear about how I'm having a headache and don't wanna do anything," she tried to spin it so that it sounded appealing, "And I don't get a period!&nbsp; Come on!&nbsp; Guys dream about that in a girl, right?" she tried to joke but the hopeful nature that she would say something that made her seem special and beautiful to him was completley apparent in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 04:19:48</strong>
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				It was almost so easy to forget what was between her legs and just pull her in his arms, to joke with her like old times. And after a split second, he simply did just what he wanted to do. He wrapped his arms tight around her and pulled her close, letting his eyes fall shut and inhale the scent of her. She smelled like the Sam he knew and she felt…felt just like the woman of his dream. Damn it! Why did things have to be so messed up now?!&nbsp; He swallowed hard, allowing himself a moment to hold her and love her like he wanted to do.<br><br>“So…I…” Lucas tried to think, tried to ignore the way his heart thundered in his chest. He looked down, seeing her streaked face and her damp curls and spoke softly, “Does…it….work?” He blushed, not understanding why he would want to know that information. In a way, the fact that she had a penis fascinated him. It didn’t gross him out. Granted, when he had first seen it dangling between her legs it had creeped him the fuck out but now, well he was just confused. Lucas looked deep into her eyes, his voice soft, almost shy as he asked, “How…If we were….to um….do anything…it would be like…anal right?” He refused to look away from her, not knowing why he felt like a shy virgin. It just seemed surreal having this conversation with a girl he thought he knew everything about.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:17:28</strong>
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				She couldn't help but giggle a little at the silliness of his question.&nbsp; Did it work?&nbsp; How many times had he complained about how rough her towels felt after taking a shower?&nbsp; Something that was probably all coming together in his head now, she thought with a blush.&nbsp; With the crimson flush on her face she nodded, "Yeah.&nbsp; It works pretty much the same as yours," she said with a her teeth sunk into her lips.&nbsp; Obviously, it was something that embarassed her at least a little bit... talking about the functions of somebody's body usually did just that.&nbsp; Though she had to admit, the more accepting he became, the more comfortable she got with the fact that she was sitting next to him completely naked.<br><br>"Anal... would be okay, right?" she tried to make eye contact with him, but it was entirely too weird.&nbsp; She'd never really heard any guys complain about a girl that wanted anal sex before, but usually those guys had the option of the other entrance at their disposal.&nbsp; Was it selfish of her to want him to think about the attention she might want, as well?&nbsp; But she wasn't ready to really bring the issue up beyond a simple statement that escaped her lips in a soft whimper, "You... can touch it if you want."&nbsp; There was no way he was going to want to do that, she reasoned.&nbsp; Just because he was getting comfortable with the fact that she was different, didn't mean he was getting comfortable with exciting that difference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:40:29</strong>
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				“WHAT?!” Lucas exclaimed before he snapped his mouth shut. No way was he going to touch her…it. No. He wasn’t gay! But as he thought that, he looked down at her and saw how she looked…naked. She was a female. She was! Lucas tried not to think of the penis between her legs and simply think about the way her breasts felt in his hands. He closed his eyes and memories of how her lips felt against his made his heart beat faster. It was having such an effect on him that he actually felt his length shifting and growing at the thought of her. How many times had he wanted to see Sam completely naked? How many times had he begged her and now that she showed him everything…Did he want to go back in time?<br><br>“You’re…um…” Before he realized what he was doing, he leaned down and took her lips in his. He kissed her slowly, exploring to see if he still felt the spark he did when he touched her. And there. Right there, he could feel it sizzle. He groaned against her mouth, kissing her and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, feeling her softness against him. What did that mean? Could he truly look past what was between her legs and still be with her? Gently, Luke pulled back and whispered against her lips, “I’m going to try, Sam…I…but I can’t…can’t make any promises.” Where before he was so certain about his life with her now he just didn’t know. Could they make it work? He loved her…but was it enough? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Surprise Down Stairs [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 05:11:01</strong>
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