My Life

==== Chapter Five - Sheila ====

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Nat could not have picked a worse time to show up. There I was in a gorgeous guy's arms feeling the tingles of a strong attraction running up and down my body when Nat appeared. There was no justice in this world.

I closed my eyes in order to give myself a minute to think. I WAS happy to see Nat. I loved him. He was a member of the family and a really good friend, all in one 6 foot package. As a teenager, I had even had a crush on him. I never let him know it, of course. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was a futile girlish dream.

He had always been there though, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. He had even rescued me from becoming a victim of my own teenage recklessness by pulling an overly amorous boyfriend off of me just before "No" became rape. But above and beyond all of that, Nat was really good company. Well, he was when he wasn’t acting like an ass.

I had no idea what had gotten into Nat lately. He was more tense the past few weeks and almost seemed to be waiting for something. It put my nerves on edge. This whole scene with Mark, for example, was confusing. It almost seemed as if Nat was jealous of Mark. Why that would be was beyond me.

I sighed again and decided that I wasn't meant to understand some things, such as the male mind. It also wasn’t doing any good staying angry with Nat. He didn’t mean to be overprotective and, for the most part, he was better than my family. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t rile me faster than most though. Ah well, Nat was Nat, and always would be. For that I was grateful.

I opened my eyes to find Nat staring down into my face with a concerned expression in his eyes. He was stroking my arm in an unconsciously gentle manner. It was obvious that he wasn’t really aware of what he was doing; let alone what it was doing to me. My stomach flipped and tingles seemed to follow his fingers down my arm. Oh boy.

Nat finally seemed to realize that I was staring at him. His eyes cleared and he smiled.

“So, what do you think about dinner? I’d be happy to run pick something up so that you can stay off of your ankle.”

I tried joking in order to get my mind off of what Nat’s touch was doing to my body. “Ah, I’ve always wanted a manservant.”

“Manservant? And here I thought I was just being a nice guy by getting an ice pack. Ah, to be so used by the fairer sex,” Mark said walking back into the living room.

I couldn’t help smiling. In addition to his liquid smooth voice and gentle hands, Mark appeared to be a really fun guy.

“Actually, Nat here was just offering to play waiter and fetch dinner. I was just about to accept. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

Mark grimaced slightly before answering. “As much as I would love to say yes,” he shot a quick look at Nat, “I’m afraid that I can’t. While I was at my place, I got a call from the department. I’m afraid I have to go in a bit early tonight. One of the guys has to leave because of a sick kid. Perhaps I could take a rain check. Maybe take you out to dinner tomorrow night and welcome you to the neighborhood properly.”

Nat’s hand stilled on my arm and he suddenly seemed very tense.

“I’d like that.”

Mark leaned over and gave a soft kiss to my injured ankle before placing the ice pack on it. He straightened with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I’ve always found that a kiss to the boo-boo helps with healing. Nice to meet you, Nat. Sheila? I’ll see you tomorrow around 6.”

Mark had barely gotten out the door before Nat looked down at me. “You are not going out with him, Sheila.”

“Nat, my head is already throbbing. I do not need you going all big brother on me. Mark is a nice guy and if I want to go out with him, then I will!”

Nat clamped his hand around the arm he was previously stroking before leaning in nose to nose.

“No, you won’t. I won’t allow it.”

My eyes widened and I could feel my temper starting to rise. I didn’t understand what had gotten into Nat recently, but no way was I going to allow him to boss me around like that.

“You won’t ALLOW it? How dare you, Nat! I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life.” I was building up a good head of steam when Nat leaned over and planted his lips on mine, stopping my tirade mid-stream.

My blood was still on the verge of boiling, but now it was for an entirely different reason. Nat was angry and he let me know it. His lips attacked mine. He plucked and strummed and demanded entrance. There was nothing gentle or exploratory or brotherly in his kiss. He was the conqueror demanding his prize.

I was stunned by the rush of feeling Nat’s kiss brought out in me. My stomach tightened almost painfully and my nerve endings jumped. My moan was entirely involuntary. Just that quickly, the kiss changed. Instead of demanding, it became coaxing. Asking, instead of insisting on a response. My fingers tightened on the fabric of the couch. I was beguiled by the softness of Nat’s lips. His tongue traced the bow of my lips before dipping inside for quick licks.

Nat pulled back with a series of moist butterfly kisses to my lips and cheeks. He was breathing hard and his eyes glittered with intent. I was still in shock and, yes dammit, I was aroused. I had never gotten turned on so fast by just a kiss in my life.

Apparently deciding there was nothing to say, Nat started a series of licks up the nape of my neck as his hands insinuated themselves inside of my shirt. He started lightly scraping his fingernails up my skin and directly over top of my nipples. Just that quickly, I lost it. My nipples have always been sensitive, and the sensation of Nat sucking on my neck while his fingertips plucked and scratched over my nipples moved me to flashpoint.

I never felt Nat slide my shorts down my legs. I was too busy trying to breathe through the electricity that was arcing through my body. I did notice when his tongue started running up and down the lips of my pussy. Nat continued to squeeze and pull on my nipples as he let his teeth gently catch hold of my clit and pull. Letting go of my tits, Nat used both hands to hold open my pussy. He stared for a moment before taking a long slow lick – as if from an ice cream cone. My back reared off the couch when he blew a stream of cool air over my moist inner skin.

Evidently enjoying my response, Nat continued to take long licks punctuated with a breeze of air. He started swirling his tongue around and over my clit at the top of each lick. I was nearly incoherent with the pleasure of it. As I started to thrust my hips at him, he began to corkscrew two fingers into my pussy. There was no rhyme or reason to this madness. Nat was fucking his fingers into me on a schedule only he knew. His licks matched no rhythm. I was squirming now, as hot as I had ever been. I felt a finger begin to worm it's way into my ass just as Nat clamped his lips over my clit and started to suck strongly.

I screamed as lights flashed inside of my head and my body exploded with sensation. Nat never stopped and soon I was awash in wave after wave of electricity. It was way too much to process. My last thought as I slid into darkness was a plaintive cry that it would be Nat who could do this to my body.

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