The Highest Bidder [( Moirae & Sarcyn )]
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				Title: <strong>The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 06:07:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/ErinCarter.png) </div> Something had to be done.&nbsp; Never before had eighteen-year-old Erin Carter felt the pressing need to find a solution.&nbsp; It amused her she'd felt far less stressed over her SATs and ACT exams or even during the early acceptance interview before a panel of three men in high priced suits, especially considering the sheer weight and importance those scores and that interview had both held.&nbsp; They were key instruments in the deciding fate of her future, and yet they now paled in comparison to the problem that loomed before her.&nbsp; More, it was a problem that could have -- possibly -- been solved much sooner than just six months before she was due to arrive as a promising Freshman, prepared to tackle her new world.<br><br>Everything had been right on schedule until the day, just a couple months ago, she found out the money for her college tuition was gone, spent by her parents in their long and brutal divorce and before hand, to pay for the bills they'd never managed to seem to keep up on.&nbsp; For nearly two decades her grandfather had pinched and saved, knowing that one day she'd been attending college, the first in their family; it'd taken only a couple years and two attorneys to destroy the fund.&nbsp; Borrowing the money wasn't an option, her parents' crediting ratings going the same way as their marriage had.&nbsp; The scholarships and aids she'd be awarded and the years she'd spent saving every earned penny weren't going to be enough.&nbsp; In the end, going to Harvard hadn't come down to her academics, college resume, test scores, the so called 'sacrifices' she'd made over the years or even the frightening interview.&nbsp; It had all come down to money.<br><br>There were, of course, options outside of Harvard -- less expensive options, or any of the ones that'd offered full scholarships or otherwise tempting packages to the to-be Valedictorian.&nbsp; None of those colleges were Harvard, the campus and institution she'd been in love with for as long as she could remember.&nbsp; As just a young girl, no more than six or seven, she'd fallen in love after the first time her grandfather, once a groundskeeper there, had taken her on her first visit.&nbsp; That day the discovery of law turned into a budding passion that'd sunk its roots in.&nbsp; The dream of attending Harvard had been his as much as hers; she knew his biggest regret was being unable to see her graduate, a whispered confession he'd made to her just days before he lost his battle with cancer.&nbsp; How could she even possibly consider any other place than Harvard?&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't.&nbsp; Which meant the scheme she'd embarked on wasn't entirely insane; the plan she and her best friend, Caren, had hashed out the pros and cons for two weeks, debated it as heatedly as they had during the State debate finals just weeks prior, and come to the conclusion that the risks were worth the outcome.&nbsp; Safety measures would be taken, each and every one that was possible to take, and if worse came to worse, Erin could always chicken out and they'd figure out another plan.&nbsp; This plan, though, was a guarantee (if it worked) that she wouldn't have to worry about any costs for the seven years of college, and they would have wasted so much precious time if she didn't go through with it, time that could have been spent coming up with a formidable long term plan.&nbsp; <br><br>Which was why, as she sat there staring at her computer monitor, the acceptance letter from Harvard proudly displayed to its side, she simply had to make this first very crucial decision of who among the hundreds of bidders would pass into the next round.&nbsp; Two weeks ago she'd made the auction on the adult website she and Caren had stumbled across late one night when debating the money situation.&nbsp; They knew she needed something of value to sell or trade, or something that they could build up as a future asset to trade in.&nbsp; It wasn't until that night they realized the one very most personal aspect of herself could be her salvation -- Erin's virginity could be her ticket to Harvard.&nbsp; The seven hundred or so men who'd gone through the process of submitting an initial bid and profile, one that was screened prior by the auction site, reassured that the idea that'd seemed so far fetched at first held more promise than she'd ever anticipated or dared to dream of.&nbsp; It seemed the thought of deflowering a future Harvard grad was one that appealed to many.&nbsp; <br><br>From the first batch of bidders she and Caren would narrow it down to another hundred; Caren had already made her recommendations and it was now left in Erin's hands.&nbsp; In addition to the initial photo she'd released with the auction ad, one that had her head cropped (it wouldn't do, after all, to have let someone she knew know it was her!) and in modest clothing of jeans and a t-shirt, they'd receive a second photo (with her head, this time in shorts and a simple lace hemmed tank, taken at the beach just last summer), learn of the current highest bid and have the opportunity to make another, and submit their choice of the allotted dates.&nbsp; (Part of the plan was making it so they had one night of a four day period to choose from; the second weekend in May, just a week before her prom, and it coincided with the Thursday and Friday school in-services.&nbsp; She would be 'spending the weekend with Caren' as the two went on a 'college tour' for Caren's sake; consent had already been secured for the event.)&nbsp; They had three days to send in their final bids; the winner would receive notification a week after that. <br><br>During the entire process Erin had started a blog linked to the auction, describing everything about her ambitions -- that went beyond Harvard -- and desires; she took the risk and opened herself up entirely (within the confines of anonymity) to the bidders, even sometimes chatted about the simple things of her day, or the concerns that'd surface.&nbsp; She'd even mentioned the dreams, though not into the length of detail she knew some would have appreciated.&nbsp; Everything about the ad and the blog had been kept on a strictly PG-13 level.&nbsp; It was all part of the marketing Caren had insisted upon; much to their delight, it'd worked wonderfully -- enough to have them down to last few weeks before the night.&nbsp; Tonight was the last night of her selections, a few days of waiting and then a week to make the final choice.<br><br>She considered a week long enough to decide which would be the man who'd be the one to claim her innocence.&nbsp; The idea itself she hadn't yet fully examined, setting it aside until she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.&nbsp; It wasn't something Erin felt she could afford to dwell over, and in a way, she had an advantage the majority of women didn't.&nbsp; In a way she was hand selecting the individual -- a point she and Caren agreed she shouldn't skimp on -- and doing so with the confidence of knowing he wanted her.&nbsp; Desired her.&nbsp; Not to mention being the most daring thing she'd ever done, would likely ever do in her life inside the confines of the law, the plan was so illicit it had her dreams turning dark and erotic.&nbsp; &nbsp;A week would surely be long enough to decide who among the final one hundred would be the one who replaced the shadows and became her reality.&nbsp; <br><br>Before that, though, she had to finish the weeding out process.&nbsp; At first it'd been easy: any old enough to be her grandfather, the one percent of 'joke' bids, bids that were simply too low, or gentlemen that, at an instant glance, had her stomach churning were immediately discarded.&nbsp; That'd cut the seven hundred down to four hundred.&nbsp; Reminding herself of Caren's mantra to 'keep it business,' she went back through the bids and screened out any that'd bid beneath a hundred grand.&nbsp; At first their bench hold was going to be half that amount -- until they saw just how much financial interest her page long ad had generated.&nbsp; From there, she began the tedious task of going through each of the four hundred profiles.&nbsp; She first worked off Caren's notes; most of their tastes were, thankfully, similar, and she found herself drawing out most of her final bidders from that pile.&nbsp; To keep things fair, she read through all those Caren hadn't recommended with as much detail as the others, and found the last twenty of the group.&nbsp; <br><br>Deeply she exhaled and closed her tired, dark blue eyes; gently she rubbed at the bridge of her nose, her reading glasses carefully set aside on her desk.&nbsp; The auction update was ready.&nbsp; With one click of a button one hundred site members would receive a notification.&nbsp; One click of a button to take another step.&nbsp; She really wanted a piece of chocolate -- a very large piece of chocolate.&nbsp; Squeezing her eyes tight, she inhaled and clicked.&nbsp; A moment later her eyes opened and her breath exhaled as the notification sent and her updated auction reloaded on the page.&nbsp; It'd been switched to 'Closed,' Erin's thank you message displayed beneath.&nbsp; <br><br>The bidders now had three days.&nbsp; Three days and then she began making her final decision. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 03:56:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Percy_Hamilton.jpg)</div><br>Percy was bored. It was a situation he found himself in almost perpetually of late. Nothing seemed able to hold his interest for more than a few hours at the most, and this was a situation he bemoaned on a constant basis. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his life, he led a very fulfilling and full existence. Just sometimes it was a little… well, boring. His sister was convinced that what he needed was a good woman, that somehow finding a life mate would make all of his problems simply disappear. But then that was hardly surprising coming from Mrs Married with 2.4 children. Well, Jeremy wasn’t technically .4 of a child, but the little tyke was so dumb it was hard to attribute a full human brain to him. <br><br>What Marianne didn’t understand was that Perceval had no problem with the ladies, at least not when it came to bedding them. He saw women as useful for stress relief and a bit of fun but the prospect of spending his life with one woman when there were so many to sample and delight in seemed ludicrous to the 33 year old. No, Percy was more than happy to play the renegade bachelor for at least another few years. He was growing a little tired of the usual fare though, the mid to late twenty-somethings who found his boyish charm and curls so endearing that they were like putty in his strong hands. It was this tiredness and boredom that had led him to eLove - the ridiculously titled auction site that dealt in ‘relationship building.’ One of his old college chums had told him about it and how it had led to some of the best sex of his life. Percy had laughed at his desperate friend and scoffed at the idea of using the internet to buy a date. He had never needed to use an internet dating service, and he certainly didn’t see the need to use an auction site that was little more than an online brothel. <br><br>Yet something about the site had sparked his curiosity and interest, so one night when he had returned home from banging Alicia, the latest in a string of empty conquests, he logged on and completed the remarkably easy sign up process. It seemed that anyone could get an account to merely browse the auctions, but if you wished to bid on an ‘experience’ then you had to complete a more rigourous procedure and pass through some kind of screening process. He supposed it was only sensible that a site selling sex had to be careful. <br><br>Confronted with a sea of unorganised pictures and personal details the Harvard professor decided to employ some logic and organise the auctions by popularity and price. He figured he may as well see what sort of things attracted the most interest, although the thought that the more interesting profiles may be harder to find did cross his mind. His search criteria entered, Percy hit the submit button and was astonished to see that the top result was a young girl who was offering her virginity. Naturally the auction was insanely popular and the amounts of money on offer were obscene. It probably helped that the girl was gorgeous and from the brief synopsis on the search results page seemed to be pretty smart too. He told himself that he was just interested in what would drive a young girl to sell such an intimate and personal experience as he clicked through to see more details. <br><br>As he began to read the full page of information provided he couldn’t help but feel something he hadn’t in all too long. He was genuinely aroused at the prospect of deflowering this girl. She was smart and sexy, and as he clicked on the link to a blog she’d written about herself he felt his cock starting to harden. This was insane, was he seriously considering using some internet site to find a virgin to fuck? Reading the blog only helped convince him that this girl had something that he didn’t see in the various secretaries, legal aides and baristas that he had been seeing and bedding recently.<br><br>She was going to be a student at Harvard in the fall, and as Percy considered the possibility of her being in one of his freshman English classes his resolve to at least make a bid hardened and he navigated to the part of eLove that dealt with creating a bidder profile. He decided honesty was probably the best policy, but that she might be a little wary of giving herself to a future teacher so he simply put “College Professor” as his profession and left out the part about it being at the same school she was raising money to go to. Running a hand through his permed hair he looked over the details to check that they were both mostly accurate and alluring enough to encourage a good response. Satisfied Percy hit the submit button and switched the computer off, it would be at least 48 hours before he was accepted and he couldn’t bid before the screening process had been completed. Despite already having achieved release with Alicia, Percy found himself hard as a rock picturing this young girl writhing in his bed as she felt a man’s touch for the first time. He couldn’t help but ‘take care of himself’ and as he erupted he saw only the cute face of the young girl from eLove.<br><br>Over the next few days he went back and forth about the idea, revisiting his first feelings that using a website to get laid stank of desperation. It was only when he received the e-mail notification that his profile had been accepted and he clicked back onto the auction page that he remembered that this wasn’t a normal fuck he’d be buying. He noticed the bids had increased significantly, and that to stand a realistic chance of securing victory he was likely to have to spend somewhere approaching a quarter of a million dollars. That seemed like a decent sum of money to blow on one experience, but the Hamilton family had been a well known East Cost name for close to a century and even a million bucks would barely dent Percy’s personal trust. He smiled as he thought that his great-grandfather’s political career in an era when equal rights was the hottest topic of the day was now providing the funds for a woman’s innocence to be bought. It may not have been a true definition of irony - that so easily misunderstood concept that seemed to confuse so many of his students - but it was not a million miles away. <br><br>Percy placed a bid of $200,000 to test the waters, more than willing to go well above that figure if necessary. Winning was simply another Hamilton tradition and the thought of not getting what he wanted didn’t even enter his head. It wasn’t arrogance as such, more a sort of certainty that the ridiculously rich and powerful often possessed. It became hard to avoid when so many things went your way. He’d got the professorship at Harvard despite not having the same degree of experience as other candidates. He was one of the most influential associate professors despite being half the age of some of his colleagues and no one on campus questioned him when he insisted that the controversial Vladimir Nabokov novel Lolita be on the reading list for his class. He knew that the Dean of Humanities had seethed over that decision, the old fuddy-duddy was the most sexually repressed woman he’d ever met. But even she hadn’t fought him in public over the decision. To do so would have been professional suicide, especially seeing as the very building that housed her office would not have existed without the donation that Perceval’s father had given to the college on learning his son wanted to teach there. <br><br>With his bid submitted Percy waited patiently to hear if he’d made the shortlist of bidders who would advance to the next stage of the auction. Deciding to use some of the time to go back over her blog, he again revelled in the remarkable ambition displayed in her words, fascinated that she simply seemed to be treating this as one more step on a long ladder that had her on a path to success. He had to admit that as attractive as she was physically, part of what drew him to her with such gravity was her ambition and drive. They were traits that he knew from the kids in his classes were all too rare in the youth of today and he found himself wondering if maybe there might exist the possibility of more than taking her virginity. After all, she’d soon be in very close proximity to him, and he was sure it wouldn’t be difficult to organise some way of getting close to her. The first step would be to ensure that she was in his English class.<br><br>But he was getting way ahead of himself, so he took a step back and went to prepare the next day’s notes. Still, as he worked he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back and when he heard the sound of new mail arriving in his inbox he immediately clicked it open. Discovering he’d made it through the initial process and was now on the shortlist brought a curved smile to his full lips. That smile turned into a full blown grin when he saw that she’d included a more revealing photo. Any clouds of doubt that may have remained were swiftly blown from the clear blue sky of his mind and he made another bid, one that he felt was certain to win him the auction. <br><br>$500,000 seemed a small price to pay for the opportunity to play with such a beautiful and ambitious young girl. A small price indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 10:10:25</strong>
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				Four days later Erin lay sprawled on her stomach over her full sized bed as Caren eased Roger, Erin's four and a half foot Ball Python that she'd had for nearly ten years now, back into the thirty gallon tank that dominated the upper left corner of the room.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure what she was going to do with Roger once this fall came.&nbsp; If it hadn't been for her grandfather -- the man who had indulged every thought of his granddaughter's, encouraged her to simply be who she was -- Erin knew her mother wouldn't have allowed Roger into the house ten years ago.&nbsp; When Erin left for college, she knew quite well there was no way she'd be able to convince her mother into feeding Roger much less handle him for some cuddle time.<br><br>Which Roger adored.&nbsp; She never thought a snake could be affectionate, but this one was.&nbsp; Most of the time he was allowed to wander her room when she was in for the night, of which he'd spend curled around her shoulders, draped across her lap, or slithering in and around her desk making sure she could see him.&nbsp; At the same time it bemused and humored her.&nbsp; Caren was perhaps the only female friend she had that not only didn't mind Roger but actively held him, talked to him and only once -- when they'd been eight and she'd seen Roger for the first time -- did she ever shriek.&nbsp; Now, however, wasn't the time to be thinking of Roger and what to do with him come this fall.&nbsp; Erin was still trying to process that she would definitely be leaving this fall.&nbsp; Considering the bids she was looking at, the one hundred final bids that'd all come in by the end of yesterday, there wasn't a single doubt of her attending Harvard this fall.&nbsp; <br><br>"Holy shit."<br><br>Erin's blond head snapped up to Caren, who now stood beside the bed, one of the bidder's applications in hand.&nbsp; Before she even had a chance to ask, Caren was thrusting the paper down to her.&nbsp; Erin didn't immediately see what the big fuss was about -- except that this one, with his soft curls tousled over his hair, muscled shoulders, toned, lanky body and charming good looks, held Erin's eyes.&nbsp; There was something about his profile picture that tugged and yanked on her, made her already deciding to put him into the 'further consideration' pile.&nbsp; Then, Caren's fingers swept over to the bid amount and Erin's nearly went tumbling off the side of the bed.<br><br>"Holy shit!"<br><br>That was Erin this time as she straightened, pulling herself up onto her knees and looking once again over the paper.&nbsp; College professor.&nbsp; How on earth did a college professor manage to have enough money for a bid of half a million dollars?&nbsp; The idea was unfathomable, yet Erin gave it little thought as she read slowly and carefully through his profile.&nbsp; The lack of a mention about Harvard was a plus.&nbsp; The thought of having to face this man after their night together wasn't one she planned on even considering.&nbsp; One night and then she had the rest of her life ahead of her -- simple, easy, straight forward.&nbsp; However, she liked the thought of she, college bound, giving herself over to a Professor... a rather hunky Professor at that.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's a lot of money," Caren whispered and eased down onto the bedspread.&nbsp; "And so is this ..."&nbsp; Another bidder slid over the Professor's page, his handsome image replaced by a slightly older gentleman with dark, swarthy skin and piercing eyes.&nbsp; The bid was 750,000.&nbsp; Erin's stomach rolled, knotted and without a word she rose, leaving the pages behind her on the bed and paced to the small bay window that looked out over the backyard.&nbsp; This whole situation had gone from a possibility to so very real, and it was only getting more real by the moment.&nbsp; Still on the bed, she heard Caren shuffling through more of the bids.&nbsp; The comment that were a couple other bids just as high didn't settle well with her.&nbsp; That was just... so much money.&nbsp; What were these guys expecting?&nbsp; A trained courtesan who happened to still have her virginity in tack?&nbsp; Or was it the thrill of her being untouched?&nbsp; Knowing, from her blogs, she'd done so little in the ways of intimacy.&nbsp; <br><br>No answers had come by the time Caren left for the evening and Erin returned to her bed, drew out the ten gentlemen that her mind kept circling back and back to.&nbsp; The first five were the highest bidders, including the Professor, and the rest were ones that'd simply caught her attention -- attention that kept returning to the man with curl hair and eyes that had her wondering what they'd look like when he was hovering over her, touching and exploring her body as no one else had before.&nbsp; Easing onto her back, the Professor's profile held to her chest, Erin closed her eyes and simply let her mind wander.&nbsp; She didn't want to think about what it could be like with anyone them; that would only build up false expectations, leading up to a set up of disappointment.&nbsp; Yet, she couldn't stop herself from envisioning him, wondering how he kissed, what his touch was like and just what kind of lover he was going to prove to be.&nbsp; <br><br>Nearly a week later, twenty-four hours before Erin had originally intended on privately announcing the winning bid -- ninety-nine men would be receiving an automated email from the auction company informing them they hadn't won the auction, while only one would receive a private email from her and the email address she'd set up just for this, informing him that he'd won the auction and asking to be sent details on their meeting location and time for the date -- she was sitting at her desk and looking between two profiles.&nbsp; Beside the Professor was a man of a similar age, though he was a little taller, dark hair, pale eyes, and was listed as a lawyer, the latter being one of the first things that'd caught her attention.&nbsp; Pressing her lips together, she shuffled them back together, set them face down and began going through the process of closing the auction for good.<br><br>Its purpose was done.&nbsp; The site would now only be used to transfer the money from the winning bidder, two and a half percent going to the auction site -- which still left Erin with an amount that staggered her -- and the rest to be discreetly funneled into the accounts she and Caren had set up, though mostly Caren due to her mother being the local bank manager, and the devious, computer savvy schemes Caren seemed to have a knack for.&nbsp; Between selling herself sexually and tax evasion, Erin wasn't sure what she was risking more: her criminal record or herself.&nbsp; Pushing those thoughts aside, she posted her last blog entry titled, "A Gentleman Chosen," and took a few minutes to thank everyone who'd visited her auction, read her blog, made a bid or even wished her well, and then said good bye.&nbsp; A couple moments later she was pulling up the email account and sent the email before she could double guess herself one more time.&nbsp; <br><br>The email sent, she went to bed knowing the next couple of weeks were going to be a slow torture. <br><br><br><em> Dear Professor,<br><br>I'm very pleased to let you know your final bid has been accepted ... <br><br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:05:14</strong>
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				The week long wait for a response felt like the longest time span in the history of humanity to Professor Perceval Hamilton. He tried to keep himself pre-occupied with his work, but there was only so much class preparation one could do and he spent most of his nights reading over the blog and auction listing again and again, feeling like he could somehow connect with this innocent young beauty through her words. Several times throughout the week he had admonished himself for this obsession and he’d called up one of the ladies he normally sought entertainment in. But despite going on three dates during that seven day period, and each of those being a sure thing, he had not fucked any of them. When it came to the point in the night when things normally heated up he’d found his thoughts had drifted to the young blonde and the promise he was so close to securing from her. He’d been thoroughly aroused but couldn’t bring himself to act on his lust. <br><br>He was checking his e-mail constantly too, even though he knew that the site he’d receive the e-mail in a week, he was petrified of missing it and perhaps losing out via some form of time-out. <em>God man, get a grip! You weren’t this nervous or excited when you lost your own goddamn virginity!</em> It was truly ridiculous how eager he was for this to happen. He already had the whole evening planned out in his head. He’d called several of the finest hotels in the Niagra Falls area. Figuring it’d be foolish to have her come to Boston since she might make the connection to Harvard and also that the Falls would make a suitably romantic and memorable location for this special night. After searching for quite some time and comparing till his head was a mess of hotel lingo he’d decided on the Marriott. He’d made enquiries but hadn’t actually booked anything as he didn’t want to jinx it. Still, he was prepared. <br><br>On the Thursday of the week, the day before he was expecting a response, he’d been invited to visit his sister and her perfect little family. While on the phone with her in the morning he couldn’t think of any good reason not to come and she was in a particularly annoying and persuasive mood. He gave in all too easily, just to shut her up and get her off his back really. So he made the drive over to their place in Marlborough, making sure his BlackBerry was fully charged before he set out. It was a pleasant enough early summer’s day and he let the top down on his Aston Martin DB9, cruising along the highway at a whisker over the speed limit. He liked to flirt with the edges of legality and this was a very simple and easy way to do so. Traffic was a little slow so it took him nearly an hour to get there, but the sun was shining hotly as he pulled into their close. Honking the horn he summoned the family onto the lawn to admire his new car… Marianne’s husband Rosco commenting on the elegant lines and leather seats. He made an off the cuff comment about having more money than sense which earned him a whack on the arm from his wife who beamed at her younger brother as he jumped out of the car and gave her the obligatory hug. Despite all his moaning he really did love her and she’d always been there for him. He fought the urge to shudder as he considered how she would react to his latest adventure though, which reminded him he hadn’t checked his e-mail in a while so he retrieved his phone and quickly checked now. Still nothing. Damn.<br><br>“Hey, you expecting an important call?” Marianne asked, having never quite caught on to the whole range of things that could be done with modern smart-phones other than call and text. <br><br>“No no, just keeping up to date with e-mails and stuff. You know, college professor on the go and all that.” He joked, praying his tone was jovial enough to discourage any further questions. She gave him a look that said ‘is that really all?’ but didn’t say a word as the kids came rushing out and nearly tackled their uncle to the ground. He chuckled and swept the two youngest into a massive hug before passing one off to Rosco and pulling Faye into a fireman carry, taking the oldest: Graham by the hand and leading them all into the large suburban home that was the only thing he genuinely envied about his sister’s life. <br><br>The rest of the day was spent conducting the usual business of a loving brother and uncle. Since the weather was so nice they had a big cook out on the grill and spent the afternoon splashing about in the pool. Despite all of Rosco’s little quips about the family money Percy was sure that he enjoyed the life of luxury that his wife’s money afforded him. As the sun was beginning to set he said his good-byes and climbed back into his car, putting the roof up for the journey home as the evening air was a little nippy.<br><br>&nbsp;As he neared his exit on the highway he heard the ding from his BlackBerry that announced he had a new e-mail message. Reaching with one hand for the phone he took his eyes off the road for a second. The sound of the 18-wheeler’s horn made him jump so much that he dropped his phone, swerving back into his lane just in time to avoid ploughing into the barrier. Putting a hand up in thanks for the warning he shook his head and cursed under his breath. <em>Okay this is fucking stupid now Percy, you could have been killed for Christ’s sake! This ends now…</em> He resolved to go home and withdraw his bid - the promise of taking a future-studen’t innocence wasn’t enough to risk throwing away his life. Pulling into his garage he climbed the steps with a rather heavy heart - he had been truly taken by this girl. Still, he couldn’t let his resolve crumble now.<br><br>Sitting down to his computer he remembered that he hadn’t actually checked the e-mail in the car, having left the phone on the floor ‘til he got out. Pulling up his e-mail program he blinked as he saw the subject: “Congratulations!” Hastily he opened it and saw the first line, his heart flipping and his groin jumping in excitement. <em>Dear Professor, I'm very pleased to let you know your final bid has been accepted ... </em> He’d won. He’d won the fucking auction! His fist pumped the air, all thoughts of the risks he’d taken forgotten as he quickly typed a reply, detailing his plan to have them meet at the Niagra Falls Marriott at lunchtime on the 7th before spending the day being pampered and having a fine meal in the restaurant. Then it was up to the honeymoon suite for the act itself and she had the option of staying the rest of the weekend with or without his presence. No expense would be spared. Checking over all the details he hit the submit the button and grabbed up his phone to make the reservations. Lucky the Marriott had a 24 hour booking service.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 08:25:44</strong>
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				<em>Two weeks later.</em><br><br>Slowly Erin let out a long, deep breath that wasn't quite steady and studied herself in the reflection of the full length mirror that ran along the sliding door leading into the bathroom.&nbsp; There was a note of satisfaction in her eyes as she eyed the white and silver, knee length sun dress with its halter style top and flimsy material that slid over her curves and fluttered teasingly right above her knee caps; her silky hair had been left long, loose and slightly curled here and there, sweeping to the middle of her back.&nbsp; The dress was new, just like the glossy, silver heels she wore to accompany it, and despite how much she loved it, a part of her wanted to stuff it right back into the designer garment bag it'd come with and take it back to the chic store she and Caren had raided yesterday.&nbsp; She knew she'd chosen it with the Professor in mind and was helpless in imagining him slowly easing it down her body, discovering the strapless satin and lace bra and panties.&nbsp; <br><br>Except, she didn't know if he would.&nbsp; He could tear it right off her for all she knew.&nbsp; There had been two weeks for her to adjust to this and yet the nerves had only been steadily building.&nbsp; Three times Caren had asked on the seven hour drive from Amherst if Erin wanted to turn around.&nbsp; Not a dime of the money had been spent yet (at least it hadn't until after the girls had arrived) and all Erin had to do was call the auction site, give the funds back and that would be that.&nbsp; Three times, however, Erin had said no and they'd driven on.&nbsp; Now she was wondering if she should have said yes -- except that every time she thought about that, the Professor would suddenly come to mind and made her realize she had to meet him.<br><br>Harvard and the money aside, the profile had intrigued her -- enough, obviously, to select him as the winning bidder.&nbsp; He hadn't bid the most amount of money, though had certainly been in the top five, and he wasn't the most attractive (according to Caren who had nearly swooned over one of the bidders Erin had passed over), but there had been something about him that made her keep going back again and again to his profile.&nbsp; His eyes?&nbsp; The picture had been clear enough for her to focus on them beyond the color, which meant she had to meet him to know how his eyes changed, what they reflected.&nbsp; The fact was, there were a list of things she wanted to do with him and that scared her.&nbsp; She didn't know him beyond the profile, hadn't even spoken a word to him, and yet her young body was ripening with anticipation, just as it had been for the past two weeks. <br><br>There was a sense of exhilaration knowing she'd chosen her first lover... and she was only hoping she'd chosen very well.&nbsp; Not that she'd know otherwise, she supposed, but she'd heard just how intense and wonderful sex could be.&nbsp; She'd also heard how unpleasant and awful sex could be, which had come from a Junior she and Caren knew, a lush red head who apparently was taking a vow of chastity after a rather lack luster homecoming 'date.'&nbsp; Still, how many others could say she'd had hundreds of men vie to claim her innocence?&nbsp; That they'd had hundreds to choose from for a night they wouldn't ever forget?&nbsp; Not to mention, the Professor had already set up the frame work for one heck of an evening -- the romantic back drop of Niagara falls, honeymoon suite in the hotel, lunch, dinner, and <em>then ...</em>&nbsp; Those thoughts helped ease the tension a little, had the butterflies in her stomach taking a small respite.<br><br>"Ooh, Erin, you look stunning!" Caren breathed out softly as she came out from the bedroom in the small suite they had booked for the night at the Marriott.&nbsp; "You know, I won't be surprised if you make the Professor fall in love with you and I don't see you for ten years until our high school reunion."&nbsp; The tone was light, said with clear warmth and amusement, and did the rest of the work to ease Erin's nerves.&nbsp; "Just promise me, if he does sweep you off your feet, that you still go to Harvard!"&nbsp; The two laughed, grinning at each other in the mirror, Caren's arm wrapping loosely around Erin's waist.&nbsp; They looked like night and day: Erin with her pale blond hair, blue eyes, and softly tanned features, and Caren with straight as a board, mousy brown hair, devious, emerald green eyes and a creamy skin tone that ran a touch pale due to her 'hobbies.'<br><br>"I promise -- still going to Harvard," Erin said and Caren grinned before moving away to browse through the remnants of their breakfast tray that had come up earlier, snagging the last muffin and going to the desk where her high tech laptop sat open, one key stroke ending the screen saver of two shadowed figures salsa dancing.&nbsp; Despite the sudden distance, Erin still felt the reassurance of her best friend's presence and was immensely thankful Caren had not only agreed to come for the weekend but had been with her every step of the way.&nbsp; She knew without Caren she never would have been able to do this, much less have posted the auction to begin with.<br><br>They'd left Amherst early as possible on Thursday morning -- before the sun had even risen -- and had driven Erin's '89 Honda Civic, that looked like a toy matchbox car on the outside with bumper stickers that read 'Free Tibet,' 'Support Equality,' and one of a peace sign with 'Love, Life, and Happiness' scrawled around it, and sported a lei that swung down from the review mirror, to Niagara Falls.&nbsp; The seven hour drive had gone fine, they having been mostly on the interstate and had taken turns driving, switching places every couple of hours.&nbsp; Armed with directions from Google and a New York State map, they'd made it without getting lost or being delayed.&nbsp; They checked into the hotel in less than five minutes, the room having been listed under Caren's name, and then dedicated the afternoon to shopping, being pampered at the spa with facials, massages, body wraps, and more.&nbsp; <br><br>It'd been Erin's idea to arrive the day before, giving them a chance to not only get here and have time to settle nerves, but to just relax and breathe.&nbsp; It hadn't been till yesterday she'd spent any of the money and wasn't surprised when the grand total of the day -- a few grand -- at left her wincing before Caren elbowed her and laughed.&nbsp; Splurging wasn't something Erin intended on doing -- aside from the clothing spree she and Caren had promised each other before they left for their respective college, Caren off to Columbia University, shocking everyone when she'd turned down the California Institute of Technology, the top brass think tank.&nbsp; (Erin was selfishly relieved knowing they weren't going to be at opposite sides of the country, New York City being a heck of a lot closer to Cambridge than California.)&nbsp; <br><br>The hotel room also gave them a base and it kept Caren here with her even without being with her.&nbsp; If something went wrong, someone Erin knew was here and aware of the situation.&nbsp; They had a signal set up -- a pre written text message telling Caren to get help -- in case anything went south, such as, if the Professor turned out to be a psycho killer with an eye on virginal blonds instead of the handsome romantic he was shaping up to be.&nbsp; After tonight Caren would join her in the honeymoon suite (oh, had Erin been secretly tickled about <em>that </em>when reading the email!) and they'd resume their weekend together before making their way back home on Sunday morning.&nbsp; All in all, it was a good plan.&nbsp; The only chaotic variable was the Professor.<br><br>Who should be here any minute, Erin realized as her eyes widened and glanced at the clock.&nbsp; 11:50 AM.&nbsp; After saying a hasty good bye to Caren, going through the check list with her (mace, cell phone, hotel room key in her hand bag), and checking her appearance one more time in the mirror, Erin made her way down the elevator to the posh and quiet lobby with its marble floors, expensive furnishings and classical music playing in the background.&nbsp; Breath exhaling, she gave a slow glance around the lobby and then felt her lungs seize as her eyes settled on the man walking through the front doors.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 19:05:22</strong>
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				It had been the longest two weeks of his entire life. He’d gone over his plans again and again, determined to make her special night as perfect as he could manage. Checking the booking five times was probably a little bit excessive even he had to admit. Then there had been the agonising over exactly what to wear, what to take with him. He felt strongly that a girl’s first time should be a pleasantly memorable experience and he was absolutely set on giving her a night that would be truly memorable. It was making him a little neurotic but he was willing to take that hit to his sanity. Finally the day had drawn closer and he had taken the Ferrari Enzo out of the garage and was loading his suitcases into the passenger seat. Not exactly roomy this particular sports car. His neighbour had spied the hot red car and couldn’t resist coming out to admire it. <br><br>“Hey Percy, going somewhere for the weekend?” Hank asked, he’d always had a talent for stating the bleeding obvious. Still he knew the man meant well, and if it hadn’t been for the distraction of his plans he would have been happy to indulge the older man. But today he was in no mood. He simply nodded at the man, a look that said rather firmly, ‘leave me alone you moron.’ But Hank wasn’t so easily dissuaded. “Where you headed buddy?” Percy sighed, turning on the large man who was too inquisitive for his own good, and thick to boot.<br><br>“I’m going away Hank. I have no pets, nor any plants that I need you to look after… I don’t see how my travel plans have any impact on you and don’t feel the need to tell you anymore than I already have.” The little outburst was delivered in a cool, calm and collected manner despite his annoyance. Having said his piece he returned to the car, putting the last small bag in the foot-well and pulling the door down and closed. He’d always loved the vertical opening doors, just like on his dad’s Lamborghini. He walked past a dumbfounded Hank who still seemed in shock and went back into the house, making sure the messaging service was switched on and grabbing his shades from the small table in the hall. It was overcast at the moment but the weather forecast for Niagra was better for the next few days. It might even be sunny when he arrived, after all it wasn’t exactly a short trip. Pulling the door closed and locking the deadbolt - something he only bothered with when going away - he moved back to the car and got in, shades tucked into his baby blue tee. Despite the clouds it was a fairly warm and humid day, and Percy was glad he’d gone for the optional extra of the air conditioning in the car, even it did affect the performance of the engine a little. He couldn’t resist spinning the wheels a little as he roared away from the curb, leaving Hank in a small cloud of tyre smoke, still not recovered from the little outburst from the normally friendly and genial professor. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Ws_Ferrari_Enzo_1024.jpg)</div>The traffic was good, which was surprising on a Thursday morning driving out of Boston, but no sooner was the Ferrari on the I-90 than Percy found himself with a clear road ahead and a chance to really open the throttle of his supercar. He enjoyed testing the limits of his cars and had participated in several track days at race circuits all over the country, but there was something particularly tempting about an open highway. It probably didn’t hurt that he had a target to drive towards, and he couldn’t help but return to that picture that he’d virtually memorised as he put his foot to the floor. Probably less than 36 hours from now he’d be having his way with an incredibly gorgeous virgin, and he honestly couldn’t get to Niagra Falls fast enough. He cursed as he heard a siren and looked in his mirror to see a cop car though, checking his dial he winced as he noticed he was pushing 100. This was gonna be very expensive and could delay him a while. <br><br>The brief flicker of just speeding away. The Enzo would easily outpace any cop car and he could probably lose them if he turned off the interstate at the next exit… But that would probably result in a proper chase and just be more trouble than the slap on the wrists fine and possible court appearance. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford the very best legal advice any way. He’d almost certainly have the case thrown out without any serious ramifications. Letting out a small sigh and glad that he’d chosen to arrive a day early he slowed down gradually and pulled over to the hard shoulder. He’d been pulled over enough times to know to stay in the car and he checked his side mirror to see a rather pissed looking female officer approaching. She tapped on the window and he flicked the switch to roll it down.<br><br>“Do you have any idea how fast you were going Sir?” She sounded as angry as she looked and he wondered if she had a personal grudge to bear with regards to speeding. Deciding he probably shouldn’t do anything to make the situation worse he looked up at her with his best self-effacing grimace. <br><br>“I’m sorry ma’am, I guess I just got a little over-excited. I’m on the way to see my girlfriend you see, we haven’t seen each other in a long time…” It was a lie, but the reasoning behind it was pretty close to the truth. <br><br>“Well that’s no reason to endanger yourself and other road users Sir. License and registration please.” He reached into the glove box and pulled them out, handing them over with what he hoped was a sheepish grin. “One moment please.” She said as she moved back to her car, doubtless to check that the details were in order. He took a deep breath as he hoped this wouldn’t take too long, glancing at the clock on his dash and seeing he’d made good time so far. Hardly surprising he supposed. <br><br>The cop came back a few moments later, luckily everything was fine and she wrote him a citation to appear in a Boston traffic court in a couple of weeks. He accepted the notice and thanked the officer for her speedy handling of the infraction. She offered a tight-lipped smile and told him she was sure his girlfriend could wait a few more hours to see him. If only she knew. Once back on the road Percy was glad he’d just about still been in the state lines, having to come to another state to appear in traffic court would have been a pain inn the ass. The rest of the journey passed uneventfully enough and just as he was crossing Rainbow Bridge he saw the sun peak out from behind fluffy white clouds. <br><br>He checked into the hotel and spent the evening relaxing by the pool before venturing into town to grab a bite. He didn’t sleep particularly well due to his nerves and excitement, rising early and going for a jog up towards the falls themselves. Stopping for a rest he marvelled at the natural beauty, relatively unspoilt by tourists at this early hour. He returned to the hotel, showered and donned his best Versace suit, complete with sparkling sapphire cufflinks and a blue silk tie. His polished shoes were shiny enough to almost act as a mirror. On his jog this morning he’d passed a florist with some beautiful bouquets and he thought they’d make a nice touch. Ensuring the room was spotless he left the suite and descended the grandiose staircase, his leather soles making a soft clacking sound as he crossed the marble lobby. Finding the florist quickly and with ease, he smiled at the cute young assistant and selected a combination of lilies, remembering from the blog that she’d said they were her favourite. He smiled as the shop girl commented that whoever they were for was a very lucky lady and waved good-bye before turning and checking his Rolex to see that his timing was virtually perfect. <br><br><br>Returning to the hotel he pushed the door open and strode through, head held high and emanating more confidence than he truly felt. In truth he was as nervous as he had been before his junior prom, the night he’d lost his own cherry. Years of bravado allowed him to fake it though and he beamed at the sight of the stunningly beautiful young girl waiting for him. He walked slowly over to her, forcing his limbs to remain steady through sheer force of will. Stopping just in front of her his smile broadened and he offered her the flowers. <br><br>“Erin? It is an absolute pleasure to meet you at last. You look absolutely sensational.” His voice was soft and smooth, again belying his true feeling at finally meeting the innocent beauty. Instinctively he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on her soft skin before releasing it. “Shall we have some lunch? Or would you perhaps prefer a short stroll around this charming town?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 09:47:07</strong>
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				This was him.&nbsp; For a moment Erin couldn't breathe as she watched the Professor -- Percy -- coming closer and closer to him, her eyes having widened with sheer delight when she saw the bouquet of lilies in his hand.&nbsp; He'd read her blog, it seemed, or at least scanned it enough to find that tidbit of information.&nbsp; For some ridiculous reason the thought pleased her and had her cheeks flushing pink with warmth as she accepted them, took a moment to bury her face into the blooms and inhale the exotic scent.&nbsp; This was certainly a weekend for firsts -- starting with the first time she'd received flowers from a man.&nbsp; <br><br>And what a man, she thought as her fingers curled gently around his and a shiver trickled up her arm when his lips brushed over her knuckles.&nbsp; So far, so good.&nbsp; Her gut instincts about him weren't proving wrong so far and made it easier for her to relax her shoulders that'd grown tense with his approach.&nbsp; Percy was even more attractive in person than in his photo; she had an incredible urge to reach up and run her hand through his thick curls, see if they felt as silky soft as they looked.&nbsp; Not to mention his entire form, and once glance at the expensive suit and gleaming accessories had her suddenly grateful she had bought the dress she wore now.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>You look wonderful,<strong>"</strong> she said softly, letting herself take the step closer that lessened the small amount of distance between them and caught the intoxicating scent of his cologne.&nbsp; Any doubts that had been lingering vanished as she kept her eyes steady and calm on him and felt her furiously beating heart begin to settle.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I would love some lunch.&nbsp; I didn't really eat a lot this morning,<strong>"</strong> Erin admitted with a soft blush.&nbsp; Food was something she'd barely been able to stomach the thought of, leaving Caren to eat a good majority of the tray.&nbsp; Now, though, she could feel the stirrings of hunger and knew she'd need the energy for not only now but later -- Erin's flashed with warmth as she thought of the later that included them behind closed doors.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:05:46</strong>
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				As her smile lit up her face he felt his heart flip. He hated that expression, hell he’d been the first to mock those soppy romance novels that his sister had started reading in high school. But as clichéd as it sounded he was beginning to understand what they were all about now. It was insane to think that he might actually be falling for a girl who was not only young enough to be a student, hell <em>would</em> be a student this fall, but that had chosen to sell her virginity on the internet! The crimson tint that stole across her beautiful features, the dress falling a little more naturally over her lithe, gorgeous figure as she relaxed her shoulders. When she spoke of her hunger he nodded, a small smile of his own lifting the corners of his lips. Subconsciously he wet those lips as he took another moment to admire her beauty, thoughts of her naked and writhing beneath his touch encroaching on the corners of his brain. <br><br>“I have to confess I wasn’t exactly ravenous this morning.” He said with a small chuckle and stepped to her side, looking to lead her through to the restaurant. “Shall we?” He extended his hand, palm up facing. As she delicately placed her small hand in his he walked her through the open doors to the restaurant, one hand placed at the small of her back, not quite touching her. They were greeted by the delightful smells of freshly baked bread, simmering fish and roasting meat. Percy’s stomach gave a small growl and he looked to her apologetically. “It would seem I am hungrier than even I thought. Forgive my body it’s crudeness.”<br><br>Nodding politely at the head waiter the couple were shown to a table by the window, from where they had a magnificent view over a few quaint rooftops and down to the falls themselves, the faint roar mingling with the gentle sounds of the backing music in the quiet restaurant. It was still early for lunch, but the staff seemed well drilled and prepared. As the host moved away to inform the waiter that he had a table Percy leant in, covering his mouth from view with the menu. “Will you be drinking alcohol this weekend my dear? I realise you are not of legal age, but will not tell if you don’t.” He whispered conspiratorially and winked at her, remaining close to her as he smelt the faint scent of her perfume. It was simply divine and he found it hard to pull away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 11:39:20</strong>
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				Doing what she could to wrestle in her fluttering nerves, Erin could only hope Percy didn't feel her pulse throbbing when he took her hand or hear the hard thudding of her heart against her chest.&nbsp; To an outward appearance they seemed entirely 'normal', as two people meeting for a lunch date.&nbsp; She hadn't noticed the slightly arched look from the front desk clerk across the lobby sent them and would have blushed beet red if she'd known the thoughts -- a mixture of jealously and lust -- flaring through the woman's head.&nbsp; As it were she was having a difficult enough time keeping herself focused entirely on Percy.&nbsp; Well, she was focused on Percy, but her thoughts kept tripping ahead to after lunch and their time together.&nbsp; Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?&nbsp; <br><br>At this point it was too late to back out.&nbsp; Not only had she taken and deposited the money (not to mention dropped a few grand yesterday), but he was here, she was here and they were already being seated.&nbsp; Any opportunity of backing out was gone, not unless she wanted to appear a true coward and perhaps a bit of a tease -- neither of which she was nor wanted to become.&nbsp; Erin nearly missed when he said, vaguely remembered to smile politely at their server and couldn't read a thing on the menu -- her eyes refused to focus on the text -- and it took her a moment to look back up at Percy, her lashes falling rapidly as she forced her thoughts to settle.&nbsp; Drink?&nbsp; Only a couple times had she had alcohol, both times at the few parties she and Caren had elected to attend during their junior and senior year, and both times it'd only taken a few drinks before she was -- quite clearly -- drunk.&nbsp; Not having her wits about her today wasn't an option, but just one drink would be more than enough to ease her nerves... she hoped.<br><br>"I wouldn't mind one," she murmured and felt the corners of her mouth tug up a little.&nbsp; "Though, it won't matter if you say anything if I'm carded."&nbsp; Erin knew she certainly didn't appear legal enough -- perhaps hovered close to due to the dress and very light make up she'd applied, but one glance would tell anyone she wasn't at the legal drinking age.&nbsp; Yet, when the waiter came to greet them, inform them of their daily specials, and to take their drink orders, he didn't even bat an eyelash when she put in a request for an Apple Martini after Percy gave his drink order.&nbsp; Not only did he not say a word, he smiled at her and nodded before leaving them alone once again to fully peruse the menu.&nbsp; Satisfied that apparently being here with Percy was enough to not have him asking, Erin let out a very soft sigh and turned her attention back to the menu, this time forcing her eyes to focus.&nbsp; It wasn't easy, Percy's closeness and the scent of his cologne sending a flush of warmth through her and bringing on the next mental distraction.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her menu a couple moments later, her decision quickly made, and sipped generously from her crystal goblet of ice water.&nbsp; Oh, he was even more attractive in person -- up close and beside her, his own warmth seeming to radiate into her -- than his photo.&nbsp; Not to mention he had easily stirred her young senses, leaving her with little else to do but wonder -- a lot -- how it was going to feel kissing him... touching him and being touched by him ... and finally taken.&nbsp; Somehow she was glad it was him -- more so pleased that, even with her shaky nerves and the reality of being face to face with him, the attraction was still there.&nbsp; Luckily it'd seemed she'd chosen well.&nbsp; Now if she could just find her tongue and figure out what to say to him.&nbsp; What did you talk about with the man who'd bought your virginity?&nbsp; Erin hadn't a clue.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:28:42</strong>
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				Percy noticed her nerves as she ordered the drink and he could hardly blame her. As if what she, what they, had come here to do this weekend wasn’t enough she had to deal with the possible embarrassment of being refused a drink. Of course she wasn’t to know that he had already taken care of that, a bank note slipped imperceptibly into the waiter’s hand earlier had ensured that the lunch would go smoothly. He had no intention of getting her drunk, wanting her senses to be alive and for her to be fully aware of the enjoyment of her first time. Still, one drink would be hard pressed to fell even the lightest of welterweights and he was confident she would relax some with the lubricant of alcohol.<br><br>It didn’t take him long to choose his dish. He studiously avoided anything with garlic or onions even though he enjoyed both immensely and could have used gum or a toothbrush before their later activities. He didn’t want to run any risks. A girl’s first time should be special and memorable, regardless of the particular circumstances that led to it. He was here for her today and although he would doubtless find the experience pleasurable beyond measure his focus remained rooted on the beautiful young woman who sat across from him. <br><br>Realising that tense moments had passed without either of them saying a word he cleared his throat a little self-consciously and flashed her another dazzling smile. “So, have you had a chance to take in the sights? This is my first trip out to Niagra and I have to say that the beauty of the area nearly compares to your own.” The line was a little cheesy perhaps but it was heartfelt and he hoped her naivety would carry it off as smoother than silk. He placed a hand near hers, not touching but close, offering her contact should she choose to accept it as he gazed at her pretty face and looked into her eyes. She really was stunning, more than any camera could capture accurately. He swallowed subconsciously as his gaze fell to her full lips and he had a sudden mental image of them wrapped around his shaft. They had not discussed the details of which sexual acts would be occurring, but he supposed that oral was not beyond the realm of possibility. <br><br>Forcing his eyes back to hers he took a small sip of his own water and a moment later the waiter arrived with their drinks, checking to see if they were ready to order their meals. Percy nodded and waited for Erin to order before he placed his own order for the mushroom soup followed by a terrine of slow roasted pork with braised carrots and spring peas. Smiling at the waiter he thanked him and looked back to Erin, his breath catching a little at her innocent radiance. He was going to have a tough time getting past just how incredible to look at she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 08:15:50</strong>
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				Erin's dark lashes fluttered when Percy placed his hand closer toward hers on the table; it took but a skip of her heart for her much slender hand to stretch forward, her finger tips brushing along the raise of his knuckle.&nbsp; It was light but affection, and the action had Erin's eyes brightening, a subtle pink stealing across her cheeks.&nbsp; It was quite easy to simply pretend she and Percy were merely on their first date, that she was being romanced and seduced by a man she'd met under ... different circumstances.&nbsp; It was quite easy for her to let herself become a little lost in what she saw in his eyes; it was not something she ever had seen before, but it had her stomach fluttering and when she touched him, tingles flared up from her finger tips.&nbsp; She didn't notice the waiter return until he was upon them, her Apple Martini set down beside her plate and her blush darkened when he discreetly cleared his throat.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd barely glanced at the menu, she realized, and did so quickly as Percy ordered his lunch.&nbsp; By the time she ordered her own, a side salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing and a dish of shrimp scampi, Erin had managed to at least control of her blush, a couple sips of her drink bolstering her reserves.&nbsp; "I saw a little when I did some shopping yesterday," she finally said once the waiter moved away with their orders.&nbsp; Under the table she slowly crossed one leg over the other, felt the shift of the loose crushed silk and then the tip of her foot brushing lightly along his calf.&nbsp; It had been accidental, but at the shiver of awareness that flooded her, Erin let her foot remain and slid her fingers further down his hand until they were half clasped.&nbsp; "but not too much.&nbsp; This is my first time here, as well.&nbsp; It is really... stunning."&nbsp; Her eyes flared with the last word, signaling quite well how he had her rather stunned.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, do I get to know what sort of plans you have for us after lunch or am I to be surprised?" she asked, her eyes briefly moving away as she reached to take a third sip of her drink.&nbsp; It sent a small tingle through her stomach and eased the fluttering for now.&nbsp; She had no intentions of becoming drunk or even slightly tipsy on this occasion -- she did want to remember everything, after all -- but to slowly sip at one drink through lunch was definitely going to be enough to keep her nerves settled.&nbsp; "I'm not opposed to being surprised.&nbsp; You've... already been a very nice one," whispered, her teeth gently catching her lower lip.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 01:30:53</strong>
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				The contact of her hand on his sent a small shiver up his spine and he bit back a small chuckle as he realised that he was beginning to feel a little like an inexperienced teenager himself. He knew that the feeling would not last though, and was confident that once they moved to the bedroom his experience and know how would make for an incredible and memorable afternoon and evening for them both. Marvelling at how wise the young girl was to choose an older man to take her cherry, and thus avoid the overly awkward fumbling and rapidity of the average deflowering. He knew that he had the responsibility of making her first time enjoyable, smooth and most of all gentle. <br><br>Her question was interesting, he knew that to go into graphic detail about what he had planned would be too much but should he hint at the pleasures he had in store? Squeezing her hand gently as he felt the tip of her foot play at his calf he allowed his tightly controlled smile to slip to a grin. “Well, I thought to offer you a choice my dear. If you would prefer to move straight to the comfort and privacy of the bedroom then we can do that. Not that such action would necessarily lead to the culmination of our, transaction if that is not a ridiculously vulgar way of phrasing it.” He paused to take a small sip of his whisky, the warmth rushing down his gullet. It was a familiar feeling, and it reminded him that despite the nerves he still felt this was hardly his first time to the rodeo. Emboldened somewhat by her flirting and by the liquor he reached the hand not clasped in Erin’s down beneath the table and brought her foot from it’s position low on his leg to his lap, running a hand over the shapely extremity.<br><br>“Or if you’d rather we can spend a little while taking in the sights, stroll over to the falls perhaps? It would be a shame to waste the opportunity to see some of the beautiful scenery, though I’m not sure how my eyes will cope with an overload of beauty, they are still reeling from the impact of seeing you.” Slightly less cheesy but still not quite the suave he was aiming for… again he hoped her youthful exuberance would carry him through, and the light stroking of her foot that was pressed against his burgeoning hard on. He certainly didn’t need to voice his preference for their after lunch activities, his body made it perfectly clear. <br><br>Percy dialled back his grin, returning it to the charming smile that had kept his bed warm since his own pre-college days. The fleeting memory of past conquests fanned the flame of his confidence, adding smouldering heat to his gaze. “I leave the decision entirely in your hands my dear.” Another small sip of the amber whisky and his smile slipped toward a grin again while his hand expertly slipped her shoe from the foot and teased along the sole to her heel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 14:38:22</strong>
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				How was she supposed to think when he was touching her?&nbsp; Erin’s mind was particularly blank, too much of it wrapped up in the way his fingers were playing along the sole of her foot and along her slender calf, suddenly grateful and yet wishing she had even worn thigh thighs.&nbsp; (She wasn’t sure when her heel had been removed, she surely hadn’t heard it hit the floor.)&nbsp; The nylon would have been a measure of protection from his fingers, but somehow she suspected she still would have felt the rush of warmth, the gentle firmness.&nbsp; She hadn’t resisted, not even a little, when he’d raised her leg to his lap – not even when she felt the growing erection that her toes briefly brushed along with a curious flex and reach.&nbsp; Erin couldn’t help but question if she would even be able to make it through lunch without her nerves sending her flying against the wall.<br><br>Nerves that were not being helped by him.&nbsp; Oh, it wasn’t so much that she was nervous anymore – Percy hadn’t given her a single reason to be.&nbsp; From the start he had been smiling and charming, flirting with her in such a manner she would have to be dense not to realize it, even more so as he continued playing his fingers along her foot.&nbsp; Another shiver rippled up her back, had her softly inhaling a breath between slightly parted lips that she quickly moistened a moment later.&nbsp; Already she was reaching for her drink, taking another small sip to help battle against the new flutter of butterflies in her stomach.&nbsp; No, he hadn’t given her a reason to be nervous about being with him (beyond the natural reservations that she felt assailed every woman on the night), but he was making her very, very aware of him.&nbsp; Every facial expression, his tone… his touch. <br><br>Swallowing the lump in her throat, Erin’s lashes fluttered as she struggled to snap herself back into the present.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because Percy was the first to ever really touch her, but it was very distracting.&nbsp; Pleasantly so, yet still distracting.&nbsp; After lunch?&nbsp; Sight seeing?&nbsp; Somehow she couldn’t summon an ounce of excitement for seeing the falls as she would have been able to a mere twenty minutes ago.&nbsp; In the back of her mind she easily arranged her and Cara spending the morning or afternoon sight seeing before they went home, since in this very moment she couldn’t see anything but keeping a measure of privacy around her and Percy.&nbsp; Exploring the beautiful area would mean an introduction of others into the setting and part of her really wanted to know Percy – beyond what he was going to be showing her later. <br><br>A bigger part of her, she realized, wanted more of this.&nbsp; The kindling affection in his touch, the way his eyes burned on her with what she thought was desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Need.&nbsp; It was a look that had her blushing all over again and her toes curling in his lap.&nbsp; Lifting her drink, she took another sip and was about to speak when her eyes flashed to the approaching waiter.&nbsp; Instead, lips quickly pressed together and she waited as the waiter set down a basket of warm bread and butter for them and then disappeared once more with a smile.&nbsp; There hadn’t been any odd look, which told her the waiter couldn’t tell her leg was currently resting in Percy’s lap. <br><br>“The views from here are stellar,” she finally said once gently clearing her throat.&nbsp; “I’d … I’d rather like spending the day here with you.”&nbsp; It didn’t matter that she would be sleeping with him throughout the night, waking beside him in the morning; Erin found herself suddenly hungry for time with him, in the back of her mind knowing this would be it.&nbsp; The one day for her to remember the rest of her life, and somehow spending it with him alone seemed perfect. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 03:11:14</strong>
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				Watching her carefully as he toyed with her bare foot and leg he gauged her reaction to his every caress, whether she delighted more in his light touches or thrilled when he was firmer. Every minute detail would add to the experience he would give her later. He was conducting research on how best to please her, to have her remember this once in a lifetime experience fondly and ensure that she didn’t for one moment regret her decision to give him this precious gift. He noticed her breathing quicken, her lips dry and the quick movement of her tongue to moisten them again. He saw her sip quickly at her drink, only mildly concerned that she would overdo it and get a little tipsy, something that although it seemed counter-intuitive he did not want. To have her senses dulled or brain clouded later would mean that she might be unable to recall in sharp focus every moment of her deflowering, a process he had vowed to make not only enjoyable but memorable. <br><br>As the waiter approached with their bread he stilled his hand’s movements and nodded politely at the man, returning his gaze to the blushing teenager across the table and turning his smile into the barest hint of a hungry smirk. He resumed the stroking of her foot then, teasing up toward her ankle. <br><br>“I think that spending the day together in the hotel sounds like a very enjoyable way to pass the day. Is there anything in particular you would like to do? I hear there is a great spa or we could go for a swim in the pool? I do so love to swim, and something about the possibility of you in a swimsuit has me stoked. Although I guess you could consider that silly given our evening plans.” It was the first overt reference he’d made to the events that would transpire tonight and he quickly looked to her eyes to check her reaction, pressing her foot into his erection and grinding it against his hardness a little. This was a defining moment. Would she shrink back and withdraw into herself, showing that she was secretly ashamed of what she had orchestrated here? Or would she blossom and respond to his words and touch, show herself as the wanton mistress that he longer for her to be? He felt his throat dry a little and took another long sip of his drink as he waited and watched. The bread remained untouched, food was far from his thoughts and he assumed she too would dine only as a formality. <br><br>Deciding not to press matters until he had a good read on where she was at emotionally and sexually he kept his fingers in place on her foot but released the tension from his groin, allowing her toes to linger a little, almost teasingly as he settled back to wait for her response, be it verbal or otherwise. He was skilled in reading body language and always found this form of practice to be especially helpful. What did the day and night hold? He would find out in the next few seconds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 11:53:29</strong>
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				Food was the last thing on Erin's mind.&nbsp; She couldn't even look at the bread, the basket not even given a glance; instead her eyes were purely focused on Percy and just what he was doing to her.&nbsp; What he was making her feel.&nbsp; The first feel of his erection upon her toes had her first stilling, her eyes flaring wide and darkening to a stormy amber.&nbsp; Then, ever so shyly and as she exhaled a slow breath, her toes curled forward and brushed along the erection pressed into them.&nbsp; Erin's thoughts briefly exploded into a blinding darkness, her throat suddenly dry and yet she couldn't will herself to even moisten her lips.&nbsp; Finally, too many heartbeats later, Erin's lashes fluttered and she swallowed the lump in her throat, her tongue sweeping out a moment later.&nbsp; This time it was the glass of water she reached for, took a couple sips as she tried to cool the flare of heat in her cheeks... and the flutter in her stomach. <br><br>There were also hot tubs in the hotel spa area, which weren't private, but from what she and Caren had saw last evening, they weren't precisely out in the open either.&nbsp; Not that she wanted to do anything in public with him, even the thought of being caught making out with Percy was enough to have her cheeks flushing with a light blush.&nbsp; "I also saw an outdoor garden and small walking path here at the hotel, leads to a great view or so the hotel guide said.&nbsp; I think a bit of swimming would be nice, maybe even slip into the sauna they have.&nbsp; I, um, actually got a massage here yesterday at the spa," she said, too wrapped up in still feeling the warmth of him near her foot and swallowing hard as she slowly arched her foot, let her skin rub up along his hand and her toes brushed once more at his thigh.&nbsp; "It felt really good," her eyes briefly flashed as she paused, took a sip from her water glass.&nbsp; Somehow her throat just couldn't stay moist.&nbsp; <br><br>"I, ah, I'm actually not sure what to ... suggest," came the soft admission, her tawny eyes flickering toward the window and the beautiful scene beyond it, then to the bouquet of lilies that sat beside her at the table.&nbsp; "It's been really kind of impossible to think about anything else beyond the, hm, well... you know.&nbsp; And anything coming to mind takes us away from here, or at least to an outside attraction, and while I don't want to just jump in, so to speak, I don't really want any intrusions.&nbsp; Which is plausible to do outside of here."&nbsp; Erin wanted this.&nbsp; She knew that without a doubt and even though her cheeks were spotting with a fresh blush, her tone held an underlining firmness.&nbsp; "I guess I like the thought that really feels like a date, one with a known ending but the lead up is still --"&nbsp; She broke off when she saw the waiter in the corner of her eye, returning to their table their meals in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited while he set down her scampi and salad, then Percy's ordered dish, and after a polite inquiry of he could refill either of their drinks -- Erin declined -- he disappeared once more into the background.&nbsp; It was then Erin realized just how far away everyone else had been seated from them, practically leaving them alone on this side of the restaurant with likely the best view of the falls.&nbsp; Curiously, she glanced back to Percy and just smiled as she took her napkin, smoothed it over her lap.&nbsp; She didn't remove her foot from his lap, though, more than content to let it remain there.&nbsp; "Well, saved by the waiter.&nbsp; Bon appétit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 02:26:28</strong>
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				Her rambling brought a small smile to his lips, not quite a smirk but he was glad to see that he had her floundering a little. It was good to know he could still have an effect on the opposite sex and he was enjoying the way her body responded to his touch and suggestion. Her toes curling to feel the length and girth of his erection did not pass him by and he knew that such a reaction indicated that she was ready for what was to happen later. His smile widened a touch and he let out a laugh as the waiter ‘saved’ her and he took his own napkin, releasing her foot for the first time but noting that it stayed comfortably nestled in his lap. <br><br>“Bon appétit indeed.” He took a forkful of food into his mouth and chewed slowly, his eyes not leaving hers for a moment. The lunch passed in much the same way, neither wanting to break the almost spellbinding gaze between them. Soon his meal was finished and he noted that she too that though she had eaten only sparingly she seemed to be done. <br><br>“I don’t suppose dessert will be necessary then…” He chuckled again and motioned for the waiter. “I’ll just get the check and then maybe we can see about that walk?” Draining the rest of the glass he told the waiter to simply put the meal on his tab and the man nodded, moving away quickly again. Percy stooped for a moment to find her shoe and delicately slipped it back onto her foot before setting it down, unable to resist stroking her ankle lightly one last time as he did so. Waiting a moment to let his tumescence subside he then rose and again offered her his hand, pulling her out of the chair gently but standing a little closer than necessary. He again had the opportunity to inhale her intoxicating scent and his hand found the small of her back, resting comfortably there as he dismissed the impulse to kiss her. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable and had a feeling the public setting might unsettle her so he contented himself with staring at her lips for a moment as his tongue crept out and wet his own. It was harder than he’d imagined to restrain himself but eventually he tore his eyes away and led her out to the lobby. <br><br>The garden and walking path were clearly sign posted and they took the pair past the stairs that led back up to the rooms, and all that entailed. Setting the pace he chose a languid stroll, lingering for just a moment at the foot of the grand staircase. “I’ll offer you one last chance to change your mind dear, if you’d prefer we part ways here then be my guest.” His trust in her desire to remain close to him was unshakeable but he knew that this gentlemanly gesture would earn him many rewards as their relationship blossomed. Stepping away towards the garden path he reluctantly released his grip on her hand and withdrew his hand from her back as well. This was his final test. Would she really commit to what it was he wanted, or would she turn and flee? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 12:24:40</strong>
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				For a moment Erin thought he was going to kiss her.&nbsp; As they stood there by the table, his fingers a warm caress along the small of her back and the others wrapped around her hand, holding it as if he were treasuring a gift, she looked up into his eyes and for one heart beat was sure he was going to kiss her.&nbsp; Just as she felt a flutter of warmth in her stomach from the thought alone, though, he was suddenly turning them and the moment was gone.&nbsp; Erin found she could only blink for a few seconds as she fell into pace beside him, a small line creasing across her forehead.&nbsp; By the time they reached the lobby she told herself it was fine if Percy wasn’t a kisser, not all guys were… right?&nbsp; And they all had to have at least one flaw, but Erin realized she was a little disappointed not kissing might be one of his.&nbsp; <br><br>Or maybe it was just her he didn’t want to kiss?&nbsp; The thought of self doubt bloomed just as they came to the pause by the grand staircase, the modern elevators tucked discretely behind and to its side.&nbsp; To her left she could see the burst of sunlight and the gardens that beckoned.&nbsp; The thought only unfurled deeper when his hands slid away from her, all of his touch drawn away, and Erin frowned as her eyes swept up to him, sought to find some answer within his own eyes.&nbsp; I’ll offer you one last chance… if you prefer to part ways then be my guest.&nbsp; For a second she paled and drew her eyes away blankly, tried to focus on the wall and found they wouldn’t focus at all.<br><br>Had she done something?&nbsp; Maybe she’d been too chatty over lunch, or not chatty enough?&nbsp; Had she been too forward with letting her toes brush over him?&nbsp; Or not forward enough?&nbsp; What was she doing wrong?&nbsp; Moistening her lips, Erin’s arms slowly folded beneath the swell of her breasts and she exhaled, flickered her eyes toward the glass archway and the gardens beyond.<br><br>“Percy, I… Have I done something wrong?”&nbsp; came the first quiet words.&nbsp; “I don’t want to leave your company or … not go through with tonight, but if for some reason you no longer find me desire able, I’ll understand.”&nbsp; Would she?&nbsp; “Look, I haven’t had a boyfriend before or even dated.&nbsp; I’m sorry I’m pretty naïve about this, I don't get the games or anything, but…”&nbsp; Trailing off she could think of nothing to say and instead turned away from him and quickly walked out into the gardens knowing whatever was said next or done, or if he just turned away, it wasn’t something she wanted to face in the lobby.&nbsp; This whole ordeal was proving more overwhelming than she had bargained for and something told her it was far from over.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 22:21:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could have kicked himself. His attempt at making sure she wasn’t feeling under pressure or overwhelmed had backfired in the worst possible way, she was doubting herself and worst of all she was feeling like she’d let him down. Following as she fled to the garden he caught up to her in short order, tugging on her hand to pull he back round to face him. He stood there for a moment, at a loss to what to say when the right move slammed into his brain like a freight train. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her plush lips. <br><br>The kiss was tender but soon bloomed into more, one hand finding her hip as his other reached for her hair. He snaked his tongue out, gently probing along her lips and seeking permission to enter her mouth before plunging in and finding hers. He chased it round and then ran it along her teeth before pulling back breathlessly. <br><br>“I hope that answers all your questions my dear.” He allowed a small smile to steal over his handsome face. “You have done nothing wrong, I am merely acutely aware of the circumstances of our meeting and wanted to make sure that you hadn’t been forced into this somehow. Either by circumstance or worse by some outside influence such as a spurned lover or controlling twisted father figure.” He was rambling and knew it, stopping himself as he stroked her cheek and slid her arm into his. “I’m sorry but for a girl so beautiful as you to choose the path you have of your own volition is just a little hard to believe.” He turned them and started them down the winding cobbled path. “But if you will allow me I shall try very hard to push such thoughts from my brain and focus on the rest of our date.” <br><br>He led the way down the small garden path and soon they came to a secluded area overlooking the roaring falls. There was a small gazebo nestled in luscious foliage, late-spring flowers and draped in Clematis. The area was deserted, other couples having chosen to lunch later or venture into town. He pulled her along and into the swinging love seat within the gazebo, the scents of lavender and lilac being blown to them on the slight breeze. The garden was picture-postcard material, bright with the purples, whites and soft yellows of the primroses. Next to the bench a pink Azalea drooped it’s dainty flowers over the edge and on impulse Percy plucked one of the flowers and brushed Erin’s hair back, pinning the bloom behind her ear. <br><br>Leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek he settled back and draped an arm around her shoulder. “This is simply stunning don’t you think? The perfect back-drop for our little…” He paused and then smiled “tryst.” Squeezing her shoulder he pulled her into him and used his other hand to stroke along her thigh gently, his mind returning to her body and how he might excite it now that they had hopefully moved past the awkwardness. He wondered if perhaps he would warm her up out here in the sun, maybe slip a finger or two inside her to prepare her some for later. The thought had his trousers tenting lewdly but he couldn’t shake it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 10:40:59</strong>
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				The response wasn't what she had bargained for.&nbsp; In Erin's mind he didn't come after her; somehow she had been right, that she had done something to steer him away from her, and in the end spent the evening with Caren while trying to figure out if it meant she didn't go to Harvard now... and just what she had done wrong.&nbsp; So, it was with some surprise that Erin found her hand being caught and she stopped in mid flight, her cheeks flushing and eyes widening as Percy stared at her and then kissed her.&nbsp; It wasn't her first kiss, but somehow it felt like it was and Erin couldn't resist simply sinking it.&nbsp; She let the attraction she felt for Percy bubble up inside of her, the fears she had been facing slip away, and it was with a soft, shy mewl that Erin pressed her mouth slowly back into his, parted her lips for him and surrendered herself for those few previous moments.&nbsp; When it was done, her body lightly brushed against and her swollen lips remaining parted, she could only smile as she felt her cheeks twinge with the hint of a blush.<br><br>"I'm not being forced into this," she murmured once she'd managed to take in a slow, soft breath, her arm gently tightening around his as she fell into step beside him.&nbsp; Oh yes.&nbsp; The kiss had certainly slayed any and all questions and fears she had in regard to him truly wanting her.&nbsp; "Not unless you count the over priced tuition at Harvard, and yes, I have to admit that was the first reason I started this and the most important.&nbsp; But... I also have to admit it's really rather liberating and exciting picking my ... first," the last word came more as a whisper than anything else.&nbsp; Could she tell him how flattering it was having so many bids?&nbsp; Even more flattering knowing how he had paid to win the auction?&nbsp; Somehow it seemed crude, either way she wanted to look at it.&nbsp; "Dating, boys and that whole thing never interested me, but from the beginning this has.&nbsp; So, no, it's not exactly traditional.&nbsp; Okay, not at all traditional," she amended with a grin as they began to approach the gazebo, her amber eyes lighting up at the mere sight alone.&nbsp; "But it feels more exciting this way, and well... I'm not sure it gets any more romantic than this spot right here."&nbsp; <br><br>Easing down beside him, Erin found herself breathless once more but for an entirely different reason.&nbsp; The view was amazing!&nbsp; This was the perfect spot for lovers or even those simply seeking romance; secluded to give a taste of privacy, the gazebo was beautifully appointed with the flowers and foliage, and Erin felt no resistance as she turned a little more toward him on the seat.&nbsp; There was only a hint of shyness when she turned her head to kiss at his wrist when he slid the flower behind her ear and she smiled almost impishly as she leaned into the arm around his shoulder.&nbsp; A couple heartbeats later and Erin's cheek was lowering to his shoulder, her eyes focused out on the roaring falls.&nbsp; He felt so solid and warm beside her, his scent rising above that of the flowers and filling her nostrils, made sure her senses remained stirred.&nbsp; She didn't notice until after she had moved that one hand had shifted to rest on his thigh and slowly, lightly, her thumb was stroking along the length through his trousers.&nbsp; She didn't move it away, though, when the realization came; instead she shifted to draw herself fully against his frame, her side neatly fitting into his.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think if it were possible I'd want to wake up like this every day," she whispered, moistened her lips, and then slowly turned her head a little.&nbsp; She wanted another kiss and being entirely coy wasn't in the game plan right now.&nbsp; Raising a hand, fingers drew a soft caress along his cheek until she had his eyes turned; then her mouth raised, brushed along his as the muscles in her stomach fluttered, and in the next moment she was kissing him slow and deeply, a hum of passion building as lips molded and encouraged his own.&nbsp; She didn't notice how her hand was wrapping around his thigh, too caught up in the thousands of pleasurable sensations kissing him produced and how, in the back of her mind, wonderful his hair felt fluttering between her fingers as her hand sunk into the thick locks.&nbsp; With a soft, trembling moan, it was Erin's tongue this time that flickered around his mouth, begged for permission, as she arched closer into him and felt her heart quicken.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Highest Bidder [( Moirae &amp; Sarcyn )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 00:52:08</strong>
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				Her words assuaged his concerns and he couldn’t help the small tug of his lips into a smile as she reminded him that she was going to be a Harvard student, quite possibly on under his tutelage at some point. That would be an interesting day and he felt a small surge of fear for how she might react to him walking into class. Wasn’t that part of the fun though? He held cards she knew nothing about and that knowledge gave him more power, as if he needed any. Dismissing thoughts of any time other than this moment when he felt her hand on his thigh he again considered whether their intimacy might begin before returning to the hotel. <br><br><br>That she initiated the kiss coupled with her simple desire to wake with him stirred him and he hardened quickly, the tip threatening to brush against her hand as she curled it around the top of his thigh. The passion of her kiss was beyond anything he had expected and he responded in kind to her probing tongue. Their soft appendages danced a fierce waltz before he pulled back breathless. Pausing only momentarily to look at her beautiful face and into her simmering eyes he found his lips drawn back to hers, his hand sliding to her leg, pulling her bare limbs across his lap. As the kiss deepened again he found his hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress, reaching up her bare thigh getting higher and higher. He stopped himself, resting his hand well beneath the material and close enough to feel a faint warmth of her arousal. Yet he paused, not wanting to be overly aggressive just yet. He needed to know that she was open to his bolder gestures, just as back in the restaurant he had waited for her response before moving to the next step. It was a game of patience and the last thing he wanted was to scare her. Soon enough would he feel the heat of her sex, for now he contented himself with the small glow from the embers. 
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