Shannon's Dilemma
When a couple of horny, energetic
sixteen year-olds find a way to get
married because they can't keep their hands
off each other, you know that sex is going to
be a big part of their lives. You also know that, after two or three years
they're going to be getting restless as the excitement which had brought them
fades into
ordinary.
That's exactly what happened with Shannon
and Kev. They were wild and they were attractive, but after
three years of day-after-day, they were also increasingly aware that
they had nothing else between them. Kev was a strong, tan
young man who kept himself in shape with a lot of shadow boxing and
weight-lifting at home, but had never had the drive to participate
in organized sports. Dark
features and a silly grin gave him
an instant appeal. Shannon was a petite girl with reddish-brown
hair and freckles. Her eyes were big and her lower lip was plump, her upper-lip finely
crafted. She had small breasts, but an adorable backside that was very shapely,
but perfectly
firm.
Attractive isn't always enough,
though. After a while of
the same person, even the wildest, wall-banging,
glass-shattering sex can become boring. Shannon, despite her looks, had
always been a shy girl, but the more bored Kev got with her, and the more
bored she got with him, the more she started to notice the attentions
of other
men.
One guy in particular tickled her
fancy. He was in his thirties, on the handsome side of
ordinary, and was very sweet. He was single and he always
flirted with
her, just a little. It was never
creepy, but there was never any doubt that he liked
her. Shannon smiled back and was nice, but she was careful to never flirt with him.
She had a husband, and had no desire to lead this guy on
just for
fun.
Sometimes Kev came into the store for a
quick thrill, and one evening she had him unzipped in an aisle,
shielding him between a display and herself. He was always
already worked up when he came in
for something like this so he never
lasted long, and her hands were especially good, so it
didn't take too long before her hand was covered in his cum. She lifted her shirt
and wiped the cum off on her own tummy before turning to go
back to
work.
As soon as she turned, she realized they'd
been caught. It was the first time they'd ever been seen, and
of course it
was the older guy that she was
sort of interested in who saw them. The expression on
his face was not one of perverted pleasure, but one of concern. She didn't understand it,
but it embarrassed her. She blushed bright red and walked stiffly back to
her cash
register.
When he came through to checkout, the older guy was his usual self, but then, just
as he was taking his bags, he paused and looked back at Shannon.
"What's your
name?"
"Shannon."
"Shannon,
you deserve
better."
"A better
name?"
"A better . . . way of life." He shrugged. "You're worth
a lot
more."
"What do you know?" she challenged him, suddenly
pissed off that this character felt his flirting with her gave him some sort of rights
to challenge her. "What do you know about my way of life? Or
what I'm
worth?"
The man just smiled, though,
unstressed. "Shannon, no girl
deserves to be nothing more than her
husband's release valve when he's been watching too much porn
at work, least of all a girl like you who manages to be sweet and bright
all the way through a drudgery of a job." He shrugged again. "Have
a great
day."
He left, and Shannon was steamed.
Almost to prove a point, though she wasn't sure what the point was,
the next time the guy and Kev were in the store at the same time,
she
made sure she cornered Kev in the
produce section for a quick suck off that the guy
would see. She didn't wipe her face either before she went back to her register. Her
lips were glistening and slick, and there were a few drops of white
on her
cheeks.
"Sorry about my lifestyle," she sneered when the older man
through her line, not sure why she was reacting with this sort of
almost petty
anger.
The
man reached out and wiped the cum
from her face with his fingers. "You deserve better is
all I'm saying," he said softly. "You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation. Admiration.
Adoration. Like a precious, sweet girl. Not like a hooker that's too dumb
to charge
him."
Shannon narrowed her pretty eyes and glared at him. "You're so
full of
shit."
"What
do you
mean?"
"I've seen how you
look at
me."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that if I offered to jerk you off or
give you head out in the store, you would not say, 'No no,
you deserve
better.'"
"I wouldn't take you up on the offer if that's
what you're
saying."
"Yes, you
would."
"No, I wouldn't." He
was almost
laughing.
"Okay,
consider the offer made." She made eye contact. "I'll go out there and put my soft
little hand on your big hard cock and let you cum all over
my pretty
face."
He searched her eyes. "You mean it,"
he said,
surprised.
"You'd better believe it. I'll suck on
you until I choke and then drool your cum back out over my
itty bitty
titties."
"No
thanks," he
said.
"Bullshit."
"No thanks," he repeated. "You're married and you deserve
better than
that."
With that he paid and
left. The next time he came through, she made the
same offer. He refused. She gave him her best looks and poses, and he still refused
to give in. So she increased her aggressiveness. "You still don't believe me,"
she challenged
him.
"I believe you,"
he assured
her.
She reached across the counter and pulled his zipper down.
"I'm dead
serious."
"I
know you
are."
"Give it to me,
baby," she
cooed.
The man laughed. "You're sexy, Shannon, I'm not
denying it. But you're married, and you're worth more than some cheapy in
the grocery
store."
Shannon stewed for almost two weeks before
she saw him again. She didn't know
why he was pissing her off so much, but he
was, and she was not going to let him get away with it. She made the
same offer again, and he refused again. She immediately raised the stakes. "I'll
give it
up."
"Excuse
me?"
"I'll let you between my legs. You can put
it to
me."
The man shook his head. "You
need to respect yourself more. You respect yourself almost as little as your
husband respects
you."
And with
that he
left.
Shannon's face was red with embarrassment,
and her heart was pounding with fury. Fury at his
self-righteous attitude. Fury at his rejection of her advances. Fury, because she knew he wanted her
but was just trying to make a point. That sort of self-defeating stubbornness
went beyond
aggravating.
Over the next couple of days, though, her
fury and embarrassment turned into realization
that he was right. She did not
respect herself. She would have gone through with it. She
would have done any of the things she'd offered, simply to make a point. There was
no love in that. No lust even. Sex for nothing more than to
build a
case.
She had sunk lower than
she had
known.
And it was Kev's fault. He had never
treated her right. He had
never treated any women right. And he
had dragged her down into his sick little world. She
was nothing more than an extension of his fist and kleenex, a toy to masturbate with
-- a way to get himself off. There was no respect, certainly no
admiration. No
adoration.
Her husband had taught her to treat
herself like
trash.
She couldn't sleep that night at all, and she glared at Kev across the breakfast
table as she ate her grapefruit the next morning. "Do you respect me?"
she asked
him.
"What?"
"Do
you respect
me?"
"Sure, baby,"
he said
absently.
"Yeah, convincing.
Dick."
"What? What
do you
want?"
"You don't even have a fucking
clue," Shannon
snarled.
"You're right. I don't have a clue except that you must be
on the
rag."
"Oh, that's right, when your pussy gets upset, she must be
on her
period."
Kev threw up his
hands. "Sorry.
Whatever."
Shannon fought back tears. She knew
there was nothing there. She knew that she would never get him to change. He didn't
even understand. She was a body to him, nothing more. That's all she
would ever
be.
When she
left her house for a jog that morning, she knew
that when she got home she would shower and then pack her bags. It was over.
There was nothing at the heart of their relationship. He was not capable
of appreciating
her.
But she knew who was capable,
and she thought she knew where he lived. Their town was small, and she'd seen his
car at a certain house several other times when jogging. It was there
again that
morning.
Shannon paced around
on the street, debating. She chewed her
upper lip. Her heart raced. She knew she was through
with Kev. She knew that the older man already respected her. She knew he could teach
her how to respect herself. She was attracted to him, too. But they
were basically
strangers.
Still,
he cared for her. Cared what her husband did to her. What she
did to
herself.
Steeling herself up, she walked
up and rang her doorbell. She was
wearing purple jogging shorts and a white tank top. It
was not all that beautiful, but it did do nicely by her backside, and she didn't
think it mattered with him anyway. Not the same as it would have
mattered with
Kev.
"Shannon," he said in simple surprise when he
opened the
door.
"Can
I come
in?"
"Sure."
He invited her in and took her to the living room. He motioned towards a couch,
but rather than sit down she took his hand between both of hers.
He was
startled.
Shannon took a deep breath. "You opened my
eyes," she
said.
"What
do you
mean?"
"I understand now," she said. "You
were so
right."
"About .
. .
?"
"About how my husband was treating me," she explained. "And how I
was treating
myself."
The man smiled. "I'm really glad
to hear
that."
She winked at him. "I guess
your plan
worked."
"What
plan?"
"To make nice with me
so that I'd know where I belong when I realized what a dickhead
my husband
is."
"What
do you
mean?"
She took his
hand and pressed it up between her legs. "Show me what making love
is," she
begged.
"Shannon --
"
She rubbed her mound with his hand.
It was strong, but gentle. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Please,
baby, show
me."
"That's not the point," he said, withdrawing his hand. "There
was no
plan."
"Even better," she cooed. She stretched out on the couch. "You
care for
real."
"I
do."
"Do you love
me?" she
giggled.
"I know I could," he
admitted. "Very
easily."
Shannon began
wriggling down her shorts and panties at the same time. "Then show me
what that's
like."
"Shannon --
"
"Please, baby," she begged, getting
her shorts and underwear down below her knees. "I've never made love. I've
only been
fucked."
"Shannon --
"
The shorts and panties were all the way
off. Her young womanhood was exposed fully to him. Her
lips were soft
and pink. Her mound was smooth except
for a little patch of reddish brown fur. She used
the fingers of one hand to hold her slit slightly open, and the other hand to
rub herself. "I'm so wet just thinking about it," she giggled. "I want
you so
much."
"Shannon," he said. "I'm really
hard right
now."
"Perfect . . . " She
spread her
legs.
"And I'll never be able to forgive
myself for
this."
"Oh, I'll make it easy on you," she promised,
licking her
lips.
"That's not
what I
meant."
"What
then?" she
giggled.
"Shannon, you're still married and you still deserve
better than
this."
"What is your problem?" she flashed, yanking one jogging
shoe off and flinging it at him. "I'm half naked on your couch,
begging for
sex."
"Shannon, you don't even
know my
name."
"But I
know your
heart."
"You know part of
it," he agreed. "But if you knew
all of my heart, you would know that I want
to treat you right. And treating you right isn't banging you on my couch on the
spur of the moment when you're pissed off at the young man you're
still married
to."
"Fuck you and your heart!" she screamed, hurling the other
shoe at
him.
It hit him in
the face, and he flinched, but he
didn't waiver. Nor did he get angry. "Shannon, I've never
been as attracted to anyone as I am to you, but it just kills me that
you treat yourself like this. I wish you cared for yourself. I wish
you loved
yourself."
Shannon
stood, her eyes practically on fire with anger as she
pulled her clothes back on. "You and your fucking wishes," she breathed. "You know what, fuck
you. Fuck you in the ass with a hot coal, you teasing son
of a
bitch."
By the time Shannon got home, she was a
wreck. There
was no more holding back her tears.
She collapsed on the couch sobbing. She didn't know if
she was sad or angry. She just knew she hated this feeling, whatever it was. She
hated the feeling so much that, for a moment, she hated being alive
to feel
it.
She
had no idea how long she was crying on the couch. She fell in and out
of nightmarish sleep. She could hardly breathe, her chest was so sore from
her violent
sobs.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, as
she lay on her belly, eyes closed, sniffling with tears,
she felt lips pressed on her cheek. It was the softest kiss she'd ever felt. It
was different. It was so unlike anything she'd ever felt from Kev, that
she almost
gasped.
There was another soft kiss, and a gentle
hand on her back, caressing her. It was loving. Even
as it traced her spine from neck
to backside, there was no demand in the caress. Even
as the hand slid around the firm curves of her cheeks through her shorts. It was
there to support and encourage her, not to prepare her for sex. It
was truly
wonderful.
"I'm sorry." The voice was full of its own tears.
"I was
wrong."
Shannon smiled and suddenly felt warm inside. Her eyes still closed she turned
her head sideways, propped up on her crossed arms. "If you're sorry, kiss
me for
real."
His mouth felt like a new experience. It was
as if she had never kissed before. His tongue was
not crude and aggressive. It was passionate,
but it was equal parts exploring and yielding. His lips
were much like Kev's in their soft power, but he used them in an entirely different
way, as if they were caressing her lips just as his hand was
caressing her
back.
Smiling, Shannon
opened her
eyes.
And saw Kev, his face streaked with
tears. "You were right," he apologized, clearing his
throat.
"I haven't been treating you well." He
bit his lip. "Like ever." He blinked his eyes. She'd
never seen him cry. Not once. "When you went out, I wasn't sure you were coming
back. It scared the shit out of me. Especially when I realized I
couldn't blame
you."
Shannon pulled him into another kiss, deeper than the
first, but with a similar soft passion. She rolled to her side so that he could
climb onto the couch with her. "It's not all you," she finally said.
"It's me,
too."
"What
do you
mean?"
She thought
of the older man's admonishments, and how she had not understood them herself until this very
moment. "Just trust me," she said, rubbing her hands along his back. "And
let's make
love."
"Okay."
Kev was clearly not tracking her meaning, but she
could tell he was trying. Shannon said, "Let's pretend we're virgins again and
do it
right."
"I don't think I understand, but I'll do
whatever you
want."
"Carry me to the bed and make
love to
me."
Their lips barely parted as Kev took his
wife into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. He laid
her out with loving care, kissing gently all over her pretty,
freckled face as he slowly worked her out of her clothes. By
the time she was
naked and laying exposed before him, she
was so on fire that her mouth and hands didn't
stop begging for him. Her body writhed in a previously unknown need. They'd had sex more
times than either of them could count, but she needed him more than
she ever
had.
Kev kissed her small, tender breasts, gently
holding her down on the bed so that she couldn't force the
pace. His lips were gentler than they ever
had been, but there was a deeper
desire in the way he sucked with each kiss. It
was as if his mouth was massaging her delicate flesh. Once each nipple had grown hard
in response to the attention, he dragged his mouth down her body to
her soft
tummy.
Then, Kev moved between Shannon's
legs. Still fully dressed, not touching himself or asking her
to touch him, he rolled her onto her side and slid his mouth up
between her legs. Shannon groaned,
thrilled as much by his desire to
please her without getting attention himself immediately as she was
by the way his moist lips and strong tongue felt on her womanhood. She squeezed her
thighs in on his ears and used her lower back muscles to rock
against his
face.
Shannon had always enjoyed her husband's
mouth work, but today was so different, it was like there was a
stranger between her legs. His tongue, while
as strong as ever, felt like it was caressing her
as it coursed wildly over her vulva and then dipped inside her. His lips were as
gentle here as they had been on her breasts, and his sucked with
the same
drive.
He used
his mouth to expose her clitoris, but
then returned his attentions to her slot. At first she
was disappointed until she realized that an accidental pressure of his forehead against her hardening but
was not accidental. Kev was using everything he had to pleasure the seat
of her
sex.
"Oh, Kev, I love
you so much," she whispered tensely when she began to climax. "I love
you so
much."
She began to rolling to her back, and Kev
took it as his signal that it was time to get
undressed. "I love you too, Shannon," he
said, his eyes roaming all over her. It felt as
if he were learning her body for the first time again. "I don't know what went
wrong, and I don't know how to make it right, but I know
I want
to."
Shannon said nothing, but the moment he was
naked, she pulled him into an enveloping embrace. His hardon
slipped as easily inside her wetness as his
tongue did into her mouth. His thrusts
were slow and determined. She could feel his shaft changing
angles and position ever so slightly, as if he were exploring her inner shapes. She wrapped
her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. His hands
caressed her
sides.
She wanted to talk -- wanted to tell him how
this
really did feel like a first time
-- wanted to tell him how much she loved him,
how much she loved what they were doing right now -- wanted to tell him it
was like they were starting over. But she could not bring herself to
break their
kiss.
Kev did
not speed up. His thrusts maintained a constant, slow pace.
With time, they became more forceful, more direct, but he never lost control and never grew
demanding. The stimulation was so sharp and so persistent that it drove Shannon
toward another
climax.
"Don’t stop," she begged. "I want you
to go, but I'm going to go again, so please, please, please, baby
. .
."
They were both excited,
because Shannon never climaxed from straight vaginal intercourse. She inevitably
required clitoral or anal stimulation. The fact that was she was so close now made this
feel even more like a fresh start. The fire burned hotter between them.
The intensity
grew.
Kev's hips jerked harder on each thrust, but he still did
not speed
up.
Shannon's body moved like a wave underneath him, her limbs clinging
to him
desperately.
Finally, the constant thrusting pushed
Shannon over the top, and she bit at her husband's mouth and throat
as her body was shot through with bright, white pleasure.
Shannon was plunged into a moment of pure animal experience.
She had no human
thought, only an over-powering awareness of pleasure
into which her trembling cavern walls dragged Kev. It was
the first simultaneous orgasm they had ever achieved. Their voices made muffled cries in union, as
their bodies twitched and jerked, and the place of their joining was flooded
from both
directions.
Only once the edge of the pleasure
was softened did they resume kissing through
the down-slope of their shared climax. Slowly, as if it
was all part of the same process, they rolled apart, kisses and caresses replacing thrusts and
bumps. When exhaustion finally overcame them, they fell asleep in one another's arms,
husband and
wife.
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"Shannon's
Dilemma"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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