Churche House, Chapter 1
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Churche House, Chapter 1
Linda liked orientation. She was already at school because she was an OA this
year, but the house she was in was otherwise empty. Well, except for one first
year graduate student who was going through his sort of orientation for
graduate work, but she hardly had seen him so it didn't matter. And in only a
few days her roomate Stefanie would arrive, along with the rest of her
housemates. But for now she had the house almost to herself.
She made a sandwich for herself, grabbed a glass of water, and took her dinner
down to the study room in the house. She settled herself into a comfy chair in
front of one of the computer terminals, pulled the keyboard onto her lap, and
logged onto the school's mainframe. When she had logged on the day before,she
had resubscribed to all her favorite discussion groups, and had found a new one
on erotica while she was at it. She had subscribed to the new group and was
extremely curious to see if she had gotten any messages from it yet.
She skimmed through her messages, pouting when she saw no personal mail, but
smiling when she saw 3 messages from the erotica group.
The first two were simply requests for stories that were no longer available in
the discussion group's archives, but the third was a story, and looked long.
Linda grinned and started to read.
The story was *good*. Linda felt herself grow warm and wet as she read, and
wished she could print it out to read in the privacy of her own room. Sighing,
she realized that that wouldn't be much fun anyway. Duets were always so much
more fun that solos! Still, she was *so* hot and she hadn't even finished
reading the story!
A sound behind her broke her train of thought, and she whirled to see an empty
room. She felt her cheeks grow warm and realized that she was blushing, even
though there was no one around to catch her at her reading. She glanced back at
the computer desk, and saw her sandwich, half-eaten and forgotten, sitting next
to the monitor. Her mood broken, she returned to her dinner and her reading,
easily squelching the feelings that tried to rise within her.
After finishing reading, she quickly read the rest of her mail while an idea
formed in the back of her mind. Once she had finished her mail, she started to
edit a new file titled simply "story". In this, she started a story about a
girl named Sheila and her new boyfriend Mac. Linda grinned as she wrote,
starting with Shelia's arrival at her boyfriend's apartments wearing no more
than g-string beneath her short skirt and halter.
Linda paused in her writing, her tongue darting over her lips as she stared
thoughtfully at the monitor before her. Then her fingers flew as she startted
Sheila stood proud before Mac as his eyes devoured
her lithe body, clad only in a g-string. She stepped away from
the wrinkled heap of clothes around her ankles, moving closer
to her lover. She toyed with a button on his shirt with one
hand while her other dropped to cup the hard bulge in his
pants. "So, lover," she whispered throatily. "Don't you think
*you* should be getting undressed?"
Linda stopped again, her mind racing ahead to the scene she was about to write.
Simply thinking about Shelia's seduction of her lover, as she slowly removed
his clothes, stroking her hands down his hard body, cupping her hand about his
throbbing member... Linda shook her head, realizing she was sinking into her
fantasies and completely forgetting to write. She lifted her fingers from the
keyboard and wiggled them in preparation for more typing. She glanced at the
screen, and her jaw dropped open as she saw the text on the screen reflecting
the seduction she had just imagined. She hadn't even known she was typing!
"Are you going to write more?"
Linda spun at the sound of the male voice behind her, her face flaming. Her
hands struck the exit and then clear screen keys, hastily blanking the terminal
Standing behind her was a man she didn't recognize. He stood six feet tall,
maybe taller. Linda couldn't tell for sure because his body, although not
bony, was very slender and wiry. Still, she could see the strength concealed
beneath his t-shirt. Her gaze skimmed over his short black hair, traveling
down his body (well muscled though slender) and back up again, fastening on his
coal black eyes.
While she stared at him, Rick took his chance to stare back at her. He'd seen
her in the house earlier, but hadn't bothered to introduce himself. He'd been
too busy with getting settled in to the graduate department to worry about his
social life and housemates yet. But this housemate of his certainly promised
to be interesting. She was tiny, almost hidden behind the heavy hanks of mouse
brown hair which fell across her forehead. Her green eyes peered up at him, a
mixture of surprise and embrassment in them, and she lowered them when she
realized he was staring at her. Her face and neck were bright red, and she
turned away from him as she carefully set the keyboard back on the desk and
climbed out of the chair.
Rick reached out a hand to touch her shoulder as she stood. "I'm sorry if I
embarassed you." He could feel his cheeks beginning to grow warm. He'd spoken
without thinking, as he read over her shoulder, and now realized that he
shouldn't have. "I'll go and you can continue what you were doing."
Linda turned to look at him, her eyes not meeting his. "No big deal," she said
softly. She couldn't *believe* she had been writing this where just anyone
could see her. Of course, she hadn't realized he was around. She shrugged his
hand off of her shoulder and walked toward the door.
"Wait a minute," Rick called after her. Linda turned slowly. Rick grinned at
her, an engaging grin that caught Linda's attention. "I forgot to introduce
myself. I'm Rick Carey, first year graduate student."
Linda smiled, a slow smile that lit her face. "I'm Linda Thorpe, junior." She
brushed a lock of hair back from her eyes, and as she moved Rick followed the
motion of her body with his eyes. It was a rather nice body, even concealed as
it was in an oversize t-shirt and baggy shorts. She lowered her eyes from his
face again, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute," Rick called again.
Her smile was more immediate as she turned. "What now?" she asked, a hint of
laughter in her voice.
Rick shrugged, not sure what to say. He'd never been easy about asking women
out, and after embarrassing the poor girl half to death, he certainly wasn't
certain how to proceed. "I... uh... I figured that since we're the only ones
in the house, maybe we could go get some dinner later?"
Linda held up the empty cup and plate, the smile still on her face. "Sorry, I
Rick thought quickly. He wanted to make it up to her, and he certainly didn't
want to miss out on the chance of actually getting to know someone in his
house. "Okay then, how about dessert? I was planning on going to Friendly's,
so you could get some ice cream while I get dinner..."
Linda thought about it. She had a weakness for chocolate ice cream... she
nodded slowly. "Sure." She dropped the plate and cup in a nearby trash, then
dug a hand into her pocket, pulling it out with a few bills clutched in it.
She hastily counted her money, relieved to find she had enough.
As they walked to Friendly's, Rick reached out to take Linda's hand as they
crossed the street, and was pleased when she didn't pull it away until they
were being seated in a corner booth. He smiled as she ordered a large, gooey
hot fudge sundae with chocolate ice cream.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked, a blush starting to spread across her
cheeks. She found it slightly disconcerting the way he seemed to watch her so
carefully. She wasn't used to being watched. People watched her roomate,
Stefanie, they didn't watch Linda.
"It's nice to see a girl who's not afraid to eat," he said, still grinning.
"Most girls would be having a tiny piece of fruit, not daring to even look at
the ice cream for fear it would attaack their hips."
Linda frowned, not certain if he was insulting her figure or not. She knew it
wasn't the svelte model-like figure -- like Stefanie's -- that most men
preferred, but she kept in fairly good shape. And she did have a good
appetite, that was true, but she also exercised a lot. Still, it was a sore
point with her, and she wasn't really confident in her shape. She refused to
meet his eyes, not answering.
Rick watched her, wondering what he had said wrong. "I'm sorry," he said, not
sure what he was apologizing for.
She glanced up and saw the confusion in his eyes. Maybe she was just being too
sensitive. She decided to try again. "No, I'm sorry. I was distracted for a
"No problem," he answered with relief. They sat in silence for a moment,
neither sure what to say.
"Do you write a lot?"
As soon as he had said it, Rick wanted to take it back. However, by the way
her eyes had lit up when he mentioned writing, maybe it wasn't the wrong thing
to say after all.
Linda felt her cheeks grow warm, knowing which writing he meant. But still,
she did write other things as well. "I've been writing since I was in high
school," she said softly. "Haven't gotten anything published yet, but I
hope to before I graduate." She smiled, slowly relaxing. "I don't usually
write the kind of stuff you saw."
"Why not? It looked good." He paused as she started to blush again. "I'm
*not* trying to embarass you. I really thought it was good. And -- don't take
this as an insult, okay? -- I *like* to see a girl who has a healthy interest
in sex. This doesn't mean I'm going to jump you. It's just nice to see one
who might be able to talk about the subject without the words "gross" and
"disgusting" every five seconds."
Linda had to laugh. "I guess you've known some pretty uptight girls, eh?"
Now that the dam had been broken, the two found that they had plenty to talk
about, and before Linda realized it, her sundae was gone, and the waitress had
long since cleared the table. She felt sad to realize that the dinner had
ended. Rick stood, and held out a hand to help her up as well. She left her
hand in his as they left the restaurant and walked slowly back to campus.
"What are you doing for the evening?" Linda asked as they headed back into the
"I have a meeting with my advisor at his house in a half hour," Rick told her.
He watched her face and was pleased to see she seemed sad at this statement.
"But I'll be back in a while. What are you up to?"
Linda shrugged. She'd had no plans other than relaxing, before she'd met Rick.
Now she found herself looking forward to when he came back to the house. "I'll
be around, I guess." She hurried to her room, and shut the door behind her.
Only when she had heard him leave for his meeting did she dare go back to the
computer room and complete her story. Once it was done, she sent a copy of it
to the main printer, and then walked over to pick up the copy. She brought it
back to her room, put it into a manilla envelope, and slid it under Rick's door
before she could change her mind. Then she went and curled up in a chair in
the back of the tv lounge to watch a movie.
Rick walked through the halls of the house, checking each lounge, looking for
Linda. He'd found the envelope she had slipped under his door upon his return
from his meeting, and had quickly read the story. The story was damned good,
leaving him feeling hot and unsatisfied. He had waited for his body to cool
off before starting to look for Linda. He didn't want her to think that the
only reason he looked for her was because of the story. It wasn't. He'd
enjoyed the time they had spent in the restaurant and wanted to spend more time
with her. Of course, he had to admit, that *anyone* would want to spend time
with a girl who could think and write like Linda could.
He stepped into the tv lounge and saw the tv quietly playing, but almost missed
seeing the girl curled up in a chair hidden in the corner. As he stood in the
doorway, observing her, he realized that she was asleep. She had curled up
into a tiny ball in the chair, her arms wrapped across her chest, her hair
falling in her face as she leaned back. Her features were soft in sleep, and
Rick felt a wave of something strange pass over him as he moved closer to her.
Reaching a hand out, he softly brushed back a lock of hair from her eyes,
tucking it gently behind her ear. He traced the lines of her jaw from her ear
to her chin, cupping her chin with his palm as he bent to place a soft kiss on
Her flickered as she slowly came awake. Yawning, she stretched, and then she
saw Rick. Her hand flew to her lips, touching them as if she could still feel
his touch. Rick blushed, as did Linda, and she turned away, afraid to meet his
Rick found himself apologizing again. It didn't appear he could do much right
on the first try with this girl.
"That's okay," Linda said softly, her face still turned away. "It was...
nice." She turned slowly back to face him, the blush slowly fading. "Did
you..." her voice trailed off, as she wasn't quite certain how to ask about the
story, still somewhat surprised she had left it for him to see.
Rick reached out a hand, taking Linda's and pulling her to her feet. He led
her over to the sofa, sat down, and tugged on her arm until she sat next to
him. She looked like a scared rabbit, sitting there next to him, green eyes
wide with apprehension and nervousness. "Are you scared of me?" he asked, a
slight chuckle escaping.
Linda didn't answer at first, taking the time to examine his expression.
Although he was trying to act confident, she could see the uncertainty in his
eyes, and that made her feel more comfortable. It *had* been a rather nice
kiss to wake up to, and she did wonder if he was planning on doing it again.
Still... one thing worried her. Despite the fact that she wasn't a virgin, she
had only ever had sex once, and that one time hadn't even been the best idea
she'd ever had. She didn't really want to jump in the sack again right away,
so she usually avoided giving people any ideas. But so far she liked Rick.
Rick was amused as he saw that she wasn't going to answer his question, as her
gaze fastened on his eyes as if she tried to see deep inside of him. Rather
than ask again, he simply reached out a hand to caress her cheek, drawing her
close to him as he bent to kiss her.
Ah! Linda sighed inwardly. Not only something nice to wake up to, but kissing
Rick could quickly become a habit. His lips were firm against hers, but soft
as well. She felt her own lips part softly as she leaned toward him, and felt
his tongue dart across her lips, trailing a path of warmth. She felt her hands
slide up to go across his shoulders and around to the back of his neck where
she toyed with the strands of his hair. His hands moved to her shoulders,
massaging them as his tongue gently probed against her lips. Her lips parted
more, allowing his tongue to dart inside, tracing the rise of her mouth,
fencing with her tongue.
Rick felt Linda relaxing, and began to draw her closer to him, until his arms
easily reached around her back and her held her close against his body. Then
he drew back, smiling as he saw her partially closed eyes stare up at him,
calmly trusting. Her hand touched his cheek, tracing a path across to slide
down the bridge of his nose, then gently touch his lips. She leaned forward,
licking her lips in an unconscious gesture, and Rick pulled her close again,
his lips on hers.
Linda could feel her heart rate match Rick's as she leaned against his chest.
When he drew back from their kiss, she almost moaned, not wanting him to leave.
She looked up at him, her eyes trying to convince him to return to her.
Rick's voice was hoarse as he tried to speak. "Perhaps we should move to one
of our rooms," he suggested.
He could feel Linda's body stiffen and draw away from him. Her voice was
stilted when she spoke. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea."
Catching her chin in his hand, Rick turned her to face him again. "I'm not
suggesting we do anything more than we've been doing here." He kissed the
bridge of her nose, trailing his tongue down to the tip, then over to brush
lightly against her lips. "I like kissing you, Linda, but I just don't feel
comfortable doing it in the middle of the tv lounge with _Die_Hard_ playing on
the tv in the background." He could feel her starting to relax again, and
wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "Don't worry, Linda, I would
*never* push you to do something you didn't want to do. Just say the word and
I'll let you go and walk right away."
"I like the way you hold me," Linda whispered. Her mind felt foggy, but she
did know that she trusted Rick. When he said he wouldn't hurt her, she
believed him. She felt him slide one arm behind her back, under her arms, and
the other arm under her legs, and then realized in surprise that she was being
lifted. She looked up at him in surprise.
Rick grinned down at her, kissing the tip of her nose again. "You didn't look
like your legs could carry you, so I figured I would. Your room or mine?"
Linda grimaced at the thought of what her room looked like -- everything was
still packed, and the few things she had unpacked were strewn everywhere.
"Yours. Mine is a pigsty."
Rick carried her down the hall to his room, kicking the door open, glad he had
left it unlocked. He set her down on the sofa on one side of the large double
and went back to close the door. Returning, her sat down next to her and
enfolded her in his arms for a deep kiss.
Linda felt as if his kiss were warming her whole body. Each time his lips
moved on hers she could feel it all the way down to her toes and fingertips.
She was relaxed, with a hazy warmth in her brain and between her legs, and she
wanted nothing more than to stay there, with Rick's lips on hers, for as long
Rick could feel her breath going ragged, and slowly slid his hands against her
back, massaging the muscles, helping her relax. His hands traced the side of
her body, teasing the swells of her breasts, and he felt her breath catch
everytime he came close to touching the tender flesh. Slowly he slid his hands
to her waist, until he could tug at her tshirt and slip his hands underneath.
Then he simply held his hands against the small of her back as he kissed her,
waiting until she was used to his touch.
Linda felt her body relax, growing impossibly warm. She moaned slightly
against Rick's tongue as his hands slid against her bare back, sliding up until
he could brush her nipples with his thumbs. At the shock of the touch, a gasp
escaped, and when Rick glanced at her, she felt herself blush. Rick grasped
the edge of her shirt and glanced at her questioningly. Linda felt her cheeks
grow warm again. It seemed such an unusual situation for her, yet she enjoyed
it, enjoyed the way he made her feel. It was so different, so much more, than
she'd felt any other time. Slowly, she raised her arms above her head so Rick
could slide the shirt off of her, leaving her in her bra.
Rick bent to kiss the swells of Linda's breasts, visible above the top edge of
the bra. She caught her breath and leaned forward into his kiss. Sliding one
hand to support her at the base of her back, his other hand came up to cup her
breast, his thumb lightly teasing the hard nub of her nipple. Lifting his head
from her nipple, he whispered, "Wait a minute, I have a better idea."
Linda looked at him curiously as he stood, but he only removed his shirt before
sitting back down. He then reach over and held her arm. "Stand up," he
instructed, and when she did he moved her around so she stood in front of him,
his hands on her hips. "Sit on my lap," he whispered hoarsely, drawing her
down against him.
She felt herself leaning forward, and instinctively positioned herself so one
leg was on either side of him and she was sitting chest to chest with him. It
felt so nice to feel his naked chest against her breasts, and she didn't object
when he undid the clasp of her breast, massaging her shoulders as he slid it
off of her, baring her breasts to his view.
As he suckled first at one nipple, then the other, while his hands continually
teased her breasts and back, Linda felt the heat spreading through her body,
coalescing at the base of her legs. She instinctively moved against him, where
she could feel his hardness through his jeans and her shorts.
Rick held in a groan as he felt Linda's slight movement against his hard cock.
He could feel her warmth, igniting his manhood, until he felt he would burst,
and her movement excited him further. However, a glance at her flushed cheeks,
and listening to her ragged breathing told him how close she was to orgasm. He
grasped her hips, helping her to move against him, grinding her down against
Linda moaned as she felt him move against her. With every movement, licks of
fire spread through her, and she could feel herself tensing. His mouth circled
one breast, then the other, while his hands at her hips grasped her, moving
with her. She moaned, feeling the heat building, knowing it was going to
release. His mouth drew back from her breast and she moaned, her hands
grasping his head, drawing him back until his tongue reached out to tease the
nipple. Her hips thrust against his, and with a loud groan, she felt her
Rick felt her tense in his arms, and held her tight until she relaxed again.
Only by strong concentration had he managed to hold himself back. He glanced
at her face and was surprised to see that she was blushing.
When she saw his gaze, she said softly, "I've never had someone see me orgasm
Rick's eyes opened wide in shock. "That's a pity, because you're beautiful
when you do."
Rick bent to kiss her softly on the lips. "Really." Groaning, he lifted her
off his lap. "However," he continued, still brushing light kisses across her
face and neck, "I think perhaps you should leave for awhile until I'm a little
more in control."
Linda glanced away from him, then returned to stare at him, her eyes serious.
Her hands snaked forward, and before he could stop her, she had pulled down the
zipper on his jeans. His underwear bulged forward, and she easily tugged it
down, releasing his member into her waiting hand. She glanced at him again, as
if wanting to know if she should, and then gently began to rub her hand along
Rick moaned, unable to find the will to stop her. He knew she was still
reluctant and unsure about what they had done, and didn't want to frighten her
off. But how could he tell her to stop? He closed his eyes and leaned back,
unable to fight the sensation of her hand moving along the length of his
hardness, her thumb caressing the sensitive tip. He gasped, his hips moving
forward involuntarily as he felt a damp touch, and then felt himself enveloped
in the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue licked up and down, swirling about
the head, as her hands cupped his balls. She moved her mouth up and down, and
Rick could feel the sensations build.
Linda could feel that Rick was coming close to orgasm, as his hips pumped
against her mouth. As he tensed, she withdrew her mouth and slid her hand
along him, massaging him until his fluids spurted against her hand. She sat
back on her heels, glancing up at him as he opened his eyes.
"Was it okay?" Linda asked softly, a slight smile on her face, his fluids still
dripping from her hand. She raised a finger to her lips and tasted him, and
made a face, as if not certain what she thought of the taste.
"It was fantastic," Rick sighed. He reached down to pull her back onto the
couch so she leaned against him, in the circle of his arms.
"Good." He glanced over to see Linda grinning. "I've never done it before."
Rick grinned back at her. "Well, I supposed you could use some practice then,
but overall a fairly enjoyable experience."
"Did I shock you?" Linda glanced up at him, suddenly shy.
Rick shook his head. "Did you like it?"
Linda nodded, a smile on her face.
"Then everything's fine." Rick pulled her head back down onto her shoulder,
holding her tight against him. They both sat quietly for awhile, thinking
about the year to come in Churche House.