Thirty-Five

It is very late when Chris approaches the Boys Quarters.

He is still running. He ran from Effe's house all the way here, and he is out of breath. His T-shirt is soaked and plastered to his skin. His breath come in wheezes, and his huge frame is still vibrating from the night's severe torture.

The porch is dark, and as he climbs the steps a dark figure detaches itself in the shadows and approaches him. He can see in the dim night light that it is a woman. He stops and frowns.

"Chris," Barbara says huskily. "It's me."

"It's late, Barbara. What're you doing here?"

"I've been waiting for hours, Chris," Barbara says in a rush.

Chris walks past her and inserts his key in the door lock.

"Go home, Barbara, please," he says brusquely. "I'm not in a good mood this night."

She says nothing as he goes inside, but she follows him in and kicks the door shut. Chris rips his T-shirt off and kicks off his sneakers. He pulls his jeans down and his boxers follow shortly. Naked and in emotional pain, he walks past her into the bathroom, gets under the showers, and turns on the ice-cold water.

He emerges forty minutes later, sure that she is gone. She is not in the living-room. He locks the door and, still naked, pads into the bedroom.

Barbara is standing near the bed. She has taken off her dress, and she is wearing only black panties and bra with her back to him. He stops, and as he looks at her, she slips one bra strap down her shoulder, and then the other. She turns the bra round, unclasps it, and lets it fall to the ground.

She hooks her thumbs into the edge of her panties, and then she pulls it down her hips and down to her feet. She is bent over now, her incredible behind jutting out and up, the dark shape between her thighs sharply accentuated. She straightens slowly and waits.

Chris shakes his head numbly…

Chris sees Effe!

He sees Steve naked, erection pointing to the floor as it wilts. With a little moan of pain, he bridges the gap between them. He clamps hot hands on her waist and pulls her into him. Her derriere is now nestling on his enraged manhood. She arches her back, curls one hand around his neck, and offers her lips to be kissed.

"Make me a woman, Chris, please make me a woman!" Barbara moans passionately.

His hot lips blaze down her neck and he nibble her earlobes as his hands creep up and cup her firm breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She moans. Chris releases her and steps back suddenly, his face tortured.

"Damn it, Barbara! I can't! You need gentleness, but this night I'm a savage. I can't do this to you. My soul is shattered, and I just want this pain to leave my heart. I'll just be using you, and I've vowed never to do that to any woman ever again."

She steps fully into his arms, drags his head down and clamps her hot wet lips on his and kisses him fiercely, violently. She takes his hand and slips it between her legs.

With a lost groan he caresses her inner core, and her body trembles as if she is in a gale. Her hands are clamped on his erection, tugging impatiently. They fall on the bed and his tongue blazes a trail on her nipples! She moans, her body going into incredible arches and curls like a horny snake. He is lying on top of her. Her legs part, and a moment later he slips into her.

Her breath catches sharply, and her hands grip him in a choke hold. Her thighs grip him tightly. He grips her beautiful derriere. She draws his head down and kisses him feverishly, in total abandon and submission as he begins a gentle rhythmic stroking.

He sees Effe's face, and he moans, moving faster in desperation, forcing himself to concentrate on Barbara, to drive Effe and her pain out of his system. She is squirming and groaning with pleasure beneath him.

It is a long night... and they don't sleep till dawn...

Much later, as she sleeps the sleep of the dead, he gets off the bed and pads to the bathroom.

Oh Effe! How could you do this to me? Oh Effe, my precious, my treasure...

He has just made desperate marathon love to a woman he knows he has to avoid...but it is Effe he still misses terribly, and craves for with every dot of blood in his body!

Dejected, he returns to bed and lies down. She is curled in the fetal position, and as his hand touches her shoulder slightly, she flinches, and lashes out suddenly with her leg, catching him solidly in the stomach, making him grunt with pain. She lashes out with her other foot, straight into his balls, and this time a muffled scream escapes through his lips as he doubles up with pain.

"Leave me alone, Daddy! Don't do it, Daddy....pleeeeeaaase!" she screams with a terrified passion.

Chris is holding his balls, gasping with pain, when she bolts upright on the bed, her face terrified, sweat drenching her and wild eyes sweeping the room. She sees him bent in agony, and the fear leaves her face, and she comes to him, her face contrite.

"Oh! Chris! Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, baby, please, forgive me! I'm so sorry!" she cries in a contrite and acutely agitated voice.

"It's okay," Chris wheezes. "You kicked me. But it's okay."

She pushes him on the bed, and then she slowly massages the knot in his belly away.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I have these nightmares sometimes, about my father forcing me again. I'm so sorry."

Chris relaxes and smiles weakly at her. She is trembling, but slowly she smiles at him, and tears forms in her eyes.

"Why are you crying? I said it's okay," he says calmly.

She wipes tears from her eyes, and she smiles, and her lips tremble.

"Oh. They're tears of joy. I made love, with my own will, for the very first time. You made me a woman, Chris, my love. Thank you," she cries, her voice oozing sweetness and love.

He says nothing, but the image of Steve's erection intrudes in his mind's eye, and he shuts his eyes tightly with pain. Barbara is running her right hand down his belly, and slowly he opens his eyes. She is looking shyly at his manhood, and then she blushes furiously and looks at his face.

"I... I haven't really seen a real penis close-up before," she says shyly.

Chris chuckles then, much against his will, and a moment later he laughs gently. Barbara smiles nervously too, and then she puts her hand just on top of his right thigh.

"Can ...can I?" she asks in a tight, little voice.

"What?" Chris queries.

"Touch it? Please? Can I see it?"

Chris smiles and shakes his head.

"If you want to," he replies.

She blushes furiously again, and then she turns round and puts her face next to his loins. She reaches out, tentatively at first, and then she touches him. Hesitantly, slowly, unsure. She lifts him up and examines what lies beneath. She touches him there, lifts and weighs his scrotal sac.

"Oh! I can feel the two balls inside! Oh! Why is the skin loose here? Is it painful? Oh!" she cries excitedly, her voice beginning to turn lusty again.

She bends lower, examining him, and suddenly she sits back with a startled cry, her eyes bulging, and he looks at her with raised eyebrows.

"What's it now?"

She points a timid finger at him, and he looks, and he is erect due to all her fondling.

"It's ...it's up! Again!" she says with a giggle.

"Yeah. It's because you touched him."

"Oh. Oh! I see!" she says with a gasp.

Chris smiles and lies back again.

"Sleep, Barbara. It's late," he says gently.

He reaches up and presses the dangling switch that puts off the light. She lies down carefully beside him, and a moment later he feels her hand on his thigh, and then she grips him.

"Oh! It's ...it's still ...hard!"

He says nothing.

She still holds him.

"Can we... I want you to make love to me again," she whispers.

Chris says nothing. The initial desire is gone. His heart is now beginning to fill up with guilt, and regret, and the pain of knowing Steve has indeed been making love to Effe all along when he was in prison. He had been filled with pain, a jealousy so green that if he had stayed a second longer, he would have killed Steve.

He loves Effe.

It is the simple truth.

He will always love her. And in his pain and agony, in a bid to forget the pain, he has taken advantage of this kind girl who needs a real man, someone who can give her total love, gentleness and understanding. He is not that man, because his heart is taken. What has he just gotten himself into? He just cannot bear to hurt Barbara. She is a traumatized victim of an abusive and incestuous father.

She needs and deserves more than he can give. He gasps with surprise when he feels Barbara moving all over him, and in a moment, she is astride him, and slowly settling herself on top of him...

He sighs with resignation.

Trouble knows him by name... and it seems to him he has just been found, again, by trouble!