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 Strange Attractors
   by Nysidra
   Erotica (MF)
   <->
   Marcus spread his bare legs wide, the soles of his feet touching.  He
closed his eyes and slipped deeper into his state of bliss.  The wet sound
of his palm over his erection joined the rock music playing through the
speakers.  He caressed the head of his aching, bobbing hard on, teasing
himself with feather like strokes, palmed his heavy balls.
   ***
   Laura straddled her chair and rested on her folded arms as the recording
played on her laptop.  On the other side of the door, her roommate laughed
at the comedian on television.
   The man squeezed his shaft, stroked a few times, then he burst into a
flurry of activity.  His thigh muscles tensed and trembled.
   She paused the playback and pulled one earbud from her ear.  A few
seconds passed.  The fridge door closed in the kitchen.
   The playback centered on the man's torso, his hand a blur.  She slowed
the video down at the precise moment before his ejaculate spurt into the
air.  Frame by frame, she turned seconds into minutes.  Regular speed
again, and he lay there, hand resting on his thigh, legs stretched out.
   This was the last time, not for any decision of her own.  She could only
borrow the telescope for the duration of her project.  She'd gotten the
footage of the birds nest like she wanted, but in one of those clips she
discovered this man.
   The first time she noticed, it could have been an accident, but Laura
waited and timed the playback to catch him in the act.  He presented such a
vision, enjoying his body so thoroughly, and for so long!  The second time
she caught him the footage lasted forty-five minutes.
   He'd stop before he got to close and thrust his hips into the open air.
Her vaginal walls clenched when he did that, imagining being the one he
thrust himself into.
   She did not know what this man looked like, apart from his lower torso.
The best she got was a shot of his dark hair and broad back.
   Who was he thinking of?  Would he let her see him up close?  What did it
sound like?  These were the questions that burned in her mind.  Pornography
only did so much for Laura.  She wanted the warmth and strength of a man.
   Laura spread her legs wider, and rocked on the ridge of the chair, not
enough to get her off, just to stoke her maddening hunger.  She didn't want
this to be the last she saw of him.
   She could find him if she tried.
   ***
   Marcus scratched his jaw and read the note for the third time.  He stood
by his front door, other mail untouched.
   First time, he read it with a strained smile, his eyes checking the
streets.  Where was the punch line to the joke?
   Second time, he wondered if this was some kind of advertising scheme.
   The third time, it sunk in.  This was serious.
   'Sir, I've done something immoral and illegal, but I hope you don't have
me arrested for my crime.  I have been watching you through a small break
in your curtains for two weeks.  I could only catch a glimpse of you on
that neutral colored blanket with the geometric shapes.  I admire your self
control.
   The technology that brought you to me is gone.  I deleted the footage,
but I can't get over wanting to know you.  May I visit you?
   I will show up at 6pm.  I will stand a respectful distance so that you
can get a good look at me.  I will only knock once and wait.  If you don't
answer, I will leave and never bother you again.
   Laura.'
   It was the signature that confused him.  Each time he got to the bottom
of the letter, he frowned.  A female?  Probably going to chastise or
counsel him.  It could still be a prank.  There wasn't a stamp on the
envelop, just his address without the name.
   He glanced at the clock.  All he had to do was wait and the nuisance
would be gone, the jokers revealed.
   ***
   Laura's guts felt like they were folding in on itself as she walked down
the street.  What if she was making a mistake?
   He won't answer the door.
   And hopefully, he would only go that far and not call the police.  She
had admitted to a crime, did she not?  What if he didn't live alone?  What
if his girlfriend or wife found her letter?
   Would one of them open the door?
   The house was a handful of steps away.
   Laura wiped her damp palms on the back of her pants.  She glanced at her
watch.  Nerves and manic decisions aside, she was punctual.
   Go knock!
   She stepped forward and tapped on the door.  It was the most weak,
ineffectual knock she'd ever heard, but there couldn't be any do-overs. 
Once.
   She stepped back, nearly to the sidewalk and tapped her hands at her
side.
   Okay, suppose he does live alone, and he's not someone that you like. 
What if he smells bad or wants to hurt you?
   What if he was on the other side of that door wondering the same things
about her?
   How long would she stand here?  Another detail that she didn't work
through, but now, it seemed critical.  What if he didn't hear her knock? 
She stared at the planks on the porch, the siding, anything but the
windows.
   What if this turned out to be the dumbest idea she'd ever had?
   ***
   Marcus saw the young woman coming down the walkway.  He snorted and
shook his head.
   Yeah, right.  Keep dreaming.
   There was no harm in watching her pass.  He wondered what the shapely
young woman would look like from the rear.  His brow pinched together as
her expression came into view.  She looked frightened, like the girl called
up to the front of the class to answer an unfamiliar question.
   She paused in front of his house and his smirk deflated.  With a slight
shiver, she took the three porch steps.
   Four soft taps, as if the door did not have hinges and would tip over
were she to press any harder.
   The young woman eased down the steps and waited.  That shirt was nearly
a size too small.  He could make out the soft circle of her nipple.  Good
sized hips.  He imagined the taste of her mouth as he kissed her.
   So lost he had become in admiring her, that he nearly forgot his part in
the plan.
   Her shoulders slumped and she sucked on her bottom lip.  With a pained
sigh, she turned.
   Marcus raced to the door.
   ***
   A locked turned over.  Laura froze in mid-departure.  She had a decent
idea of the man: monster cock, thick muscled thighs, long hands, dark hair,
tall and wide.
   She bit the inside of her jaw as she turned, but he wasn't in the
doorway.
   The door, however, was open.
   Laura walked as if through water on the way to he door.  She was still
trying to rationalize her decision as she entered the foyer.
   This was what she wanted.  Might as well follow through.
   "Hello, Laura?"
   She nodded.
   A man more burly than she imagined extended his hand.  "Marcus."
   His hand was large but almost baby soft.  Not a callous on him.  Was
this the hand that he used?
   This was all too surreal.  A moment of lightheadedness cleared when he
reclaimed his hand.
   His purring rumble of a voice said something about the door.
   She pushed it shut and worked the locks until they were engaged.
   ***
   Marcus didn't know what to expect.  He'd had plenty of ideas about what
might happen, but never this.
   She had a presence about her, nervous, but determined.
   "If you're going to stay, close the door."
   She looked over her shoulder, turned and pushed his door shut and locked
the bolt and knob.
   She walked to the edge of the foyer, but he blocked her way.  "Can I go
sit?"
   "No." He folded his arms over his chest.  "Why did you come here?"
   She drew a breath and her bosom swelled.  Whatever she wore had the
light aroma of something red and sweet.  "I liked watching you.  Well, I
mean, I've only seen your torso before today.  But I," she smiled and
looked him over, "I loved what I saw."
   What a strange creature.
   Marcus suppressed his grin and stepped back from the doorway.  "Follow
me." He led her to his bedroom and leaned against his dresser.
   She entered behind him and looked around his bedroom, every detail.
   "You have me at a disadvantage.  You've met all of me, and I have not
seen all of you.  Undress."
   If this was a joke then it was about time to call her bluff.
   ***
   He wanted to see her naked.  Wanted.
   Laura kicked off her shoes, pulled off each sneaker, then slid her socks
off.  He had a valid point.  She had seen him first.  She pulled off her
shirt and cool air evaporated the sweat on her back.  He wanted to see her
and she wanted to show him.
   She unhooked her bra, slid off her underwear and set them inside her
shirt.  She massaged her breasts, soothing the spots where her bra had
been.
   Her heart beat hard enough to rock her whole body.  The force of blood
rushing through her felt powerful enough to knock her off balance.
   She crawled onto his bed, but not in the center.  She knew that
intersection of circle and square quite well, though from a different
angle. No matter what, up to this moment, she had never felt so super
charged, expectant, and aroused.
   ***
   Watching a woman undress wasn't the sort of thing Marcus ever thought
he'd find so painfully arousing, and yet, there he was, glued to his spot,
his cock a granite pillar in his shorts.
   She had flushed an angry red through her whole body.  Her fat nipples
were pinched tight like a couple of battery leads.  Forget his
expectations, now he was thinking about possibilities.
   Her eyes fastened on his crotch.  There was no way to escape the sight
of his erection, straining against the fabric of his gym shorts.
   "You're right.  I have you at a disadvantage." She bent hers legs at the
knees and braced her heels on the edge of his bed.  Sticky wet fluid, held
her outer labia together under she spread herself open, swollen and dark
pink.
   At some point she was supposed to peel away from his house screaming in
horror or double over laughing.  No, this was a possibility he never dared
to see.  Derision and cynicism were being replaced by intrigue and hope.
   "May I have a closer look?"
   "Yes."
   ***
   Her body shivered as he went to his knees.  Laura loved her body, but
she couldn't always guarantee that love was shared by others.
   When he exhaled he warmed her, then cooler air as he inhaled.
   "You look very horny, Laura."
   "I am," she hummed softly.  "I really liked watching you."
   He leaned forward and licked her slit.  "How many times did you watch
me?"
   "Three," she moaned.  "There were three videos.  I studied each one."
   She panted as his tongue worked her pussy.  He sucked and licked until
she was fisting the sheets.  She tossed her head from side to side and he
kept licking.  The sounds she made were orgasmic struggles to breath.
   "Your pussy tastes good, pretty Laura."
   "Thank you."
   He tugged his shorts off.  "Pussy that wet needs to be fucked.  Do you
want me to fuck you?"
   "Take me easy at first, please."
   He flexed his hips and spread her open.  She held her breath as he slid
into her throbbing pussy.  So hard and warm.  She whimpered and rocked her
pussy down, wanting the rest of him.
   "How does that make you feel?" His stroke was gentle, each time, his
cock got a little more slick from her arousal.  He kissed the nape of her
neck.  "Are you ready to get fucked?"
   There was no sense in waiting.  She could not be any more ready.  "Fuck
me."
   He put one hand under her hip and drove into her.  His large body
covered hers, the smell of his bath soap and aftershave and sweat fused to
become her favorite scent.  There was a spot, each time he thrusted, he hit
it so hard that she should have felt pain, but she needed it again.
   He slowed down and she gasped, blinked her eyes open.  Her heart
pounded, forehead beaded with sweat.  He was sweating too, drops of it hung
from his forehead.  "Still with me?"
   "Yes."
   He reached down and pulled on her nipple, massaged her breasts.  "These
fucking tits," he whispered.  He slowed the roll of his hips and slammed
into her again, long, deep thrusts.
   Her eyes rolled to the top of her head.  Her mouth gaped open, head
rolled back, arms went to her sides.  Through it all he smacked his body
into hers, plunged into her cunt.
   For several dark moments she hovered in the space beneath consciousness,
the time stretched into the thin line.
   ***
   Marcus squeezed her ample breasts.  Her body trembled, her thighs
clamped around him.  Her pussy had released its death-grip and he was able
to rock inside her some more.
   "Still with me?"
   Her eyes seemed glazed over, but she nodded, then smiled.  "I hope you
like me too."
   "That's a strong yes." He felt something in his chest like bird's first
flight.  He adored this little woman.
   "Good, because I could do with frequent doses of you."
   Marcus knew the phrase about 'don't ever put your dick in crazy.' Poor
fools who said that, forgot that they were already in too deep.  He was not
a man to discriminate.
   "You know where I live." His wet cock slid out of her and bobbed in the
cool air.  "Get on your stomach."
   ***
   She shivered, but not from fear.  Her orgasms had packed a punch, each
one fueled by Marcus' attention.  The hair on his chest tickled her back.
   He brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her on the neck.  "I'm not
ready to stop.  How about you?"
   Stop?!  "I'm good.  I like you."
   "Yeah," he chuckled.  "I can tell." His hip shifted and he nudged her
legs wider.  The tip of his cock was slick with something cool.  He slid
inside her until he was flush to her ass.  "I'll make sure you last."
   Laura whined as he rode her.  She liked this position even more.  She
arched her hips back, squeezed when he plunged inside her.  His large hands
covered hers and the bed shifted, but did not groan or squeak.
   If she could touch her clitoris it would drive her over the edge.
   "You got one more in you?"
   "Yes," she rocked back harder.  "Fuck me, please."
   One of his hands left hers and circled her hips.  He brushed either side
of her pussy then brought the moisture to her clitoris.  "I'm going to come
with you this time."
   Laura screamed into the mattress as she did just that.
   ***
   Laura came awake with a sniff.  That flood of heat and lust into her
brain told her where she was.  The room was dark.  He was somewhere behind
her.  What time was it?
   She sat up.  Okay, even though she got more than she bargained for, she
needed to get back to reality.
   "You're welcome to stay the night." He took her hand, rubbed his thumb
over the back of her palm.
   "Thank you." She lifted his hand and kissed the back.  "I need to get
home."
   He sat up and hugged her, then kissed the top of her head.  "I prefer to
rub one off in the morning before my shower.  I turn on my side and fuck my
fist."
   Imagining his words did her head in, she rolled her head and leaned
back.
   "If you won't stay the night, spend another hour with me.  I'll set an
alarm in case you fall asleep again.  I'd rather roll over and fuck you."
   Her eyes opened and she straddled his waist.  "If that happens, I might
become attached."
   "Yeah?" He tumbled back onto the bed with her in his arms.  "I might see
a lot more of you?"
   She shrugged and sat up.  "Maybe not that much.  I have," she tugged on
a few of his chest hairs, then pushed her hand upward.  "I need to go."
   He pat her on the thigh.  "Is some place I can drop you off?" He had an
idea where she might have seen him.  Three complexes up the hill to the
southwest.
   "No.  I'm okay."
   He wrote on a piece of paper.  "This is my number and my email address.
Use either one if you need to get me a message."
   ***
   Marcus got as much as of her as he could get, but he still wanted more.
He wanted to know how her tits would swing while riding him, how she'd suck
his dick.  Every position, every intimacy than she'd been willing to try -
he wanted to be there.
   "I am very happy to have met you, Laura," he said as he walked her to
the door.
   "It was pretty cool meeting you too." She waved and bounced down the
porch steps.
   He woke later that morning with a grin, but it faded as he realized that
he was alone.  He absent-mindedly fondled his cock as he imagined a morning
by her side.  Damn, he'd miss that firecracker.  She had been the nearest
thing a man could know as a soul mate.
   ***
   Danielle, Laura's room mate, frowned over her morning cup of coffee. 
"Running late?"
   "Yeah, can I get a ride to class?"
   "Sure.  Slow down." She pointed to the pot.  "Have a cup."
   "Thanks." She filled the cup halfway with coffee and used milk in the
rest.
   "What kept you up late?"
   "I, uh," Laura flushed as she thought back on the night before.  How
nice would it have been to sleep beside him?  Too nice, a false comfort. 
That's why she had to leave.
   "Who?" Danielle giggled and grabbed her keys.
   "No one on campus."
   Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "A local?"
   No way around that.  He was an easy decade away from his last college
class.  She nodded.
   "How did you meet him?"
   "It was a random thing."
   "I'm not going to say it." Danielle unlocked her car.
   "But you're thinking it."
   "Damn, girl.  Why weren't you?"
   She huffed and fastened her seatbelt.  "I've never done it before."
   "And you'll never do it again?"
   Meet a man like him?  She shook her head.
   The ride to class cost her a lecture about murderers, rapists, and
psychopaths.  By the end of the week, Danielle attempted two blind dates
and an invite to a frat party.  "At least they are your age."
   ***
   Marcus made every attempt to get back to normal.  He spent the first few
hours of work in bed, lap top warming his thighs, news playing on the
television, a tablet beside him.  Each moment of down time sent him into a
spiral of memories.
   She must have been within walking distance, but how far away?  Which
building?  Which floor?
   He hadn't seen her in weeks.  No email, no text.  Her departure left him
with a heartbreak he had no way of fixing.
   ***
   There were plenty of responses Laura should have given to Danielle's
lecture: You're not my mother, it's my life, I'll do what I want, this
isn't your concern.  She didn't say anything.  She let her room mate's
advice about dating, men, past times, and fashion wash over her.
   Danielle paused mid-sentence to call out, "Who is it?"
   Laura hadn't heard a knock on the door.  She'd put in her ear buds and
had music softly playing, just enough that she knew when to mumble 'mm hmm'
to Danielle where needed.  She didn't take them out now.  She remained at
the kitchen counter, head in her hands.  No one ever came by to see her. 
Danielle was the popular one, the social one, the beautiful one.
   If any of those so-called dates stopped by looking for a second
opportunity to worsen their impression, she'd pass.
   The timber of Danielle's voice changed, sweetened.  It was someone she
didn't know but clearly wanted to sleep with.  She took no effort to hide
it.  The voice that spoke back was indistinct, but caught her attention.
   She pulled out one of her ear buds, listened for a moment, then quickly
snatched out the other.  Her body had a powerful reaction: her gut flipped,
heart rate accelerated.
   "Is that right?  Are you one of her teachers?"
   She leaned back to see the door.  He dwarfed Danielle by a foot with his
height.  She waggled her fingers in greeting, but she was too nervous to
move much else.
   He took her greeting as invitation and walked inside.  She held her
breath as he came to stand right in front of her.  In the bright light of
the kitchen she could see more of the details of his body.  He really was
older than her, probably by two decades, but that only made him that much
more alluring.
   "How have you been?"
   "Fine." She breathed in answer.
   "Is this the guy?" Danielle leaned on the counter.  She was still giving
him her best flirty look.  So much for psycho, murderer, and creep.
   "Could I speak with you," he glowered at Danielle.  "Alone?"
   "Hey," Danielle rolled her eyes.  "Laura?  This is what I was talking
about."
   She took Marcus by the hand, led him into her room, and shut the door.
She stood with her back to it and shook with nerves.  She just knew
Danielle was on the other side listening.
   Marcus looked around her room then took a seat on the floor near her
window.  He crooked his finger at her.
   She walked over to him and kneeled in front of him.
   "Closer."
   She rose to her knees and leaned forward, but he wasn't satisfied until
she was in his lap.  He felt good, smelled good, memories from the night
they spent together filled her with warmth.
   He tipped her head back and kissed her.  "Who is she?" He asked.
   Laura stopped squirming in his lap.  "Room mate."
   "She lords over you."
   "She means well."
   "What was she talking about?"
   Laura frowned.  "It's just her way of showing she cares.  When I
overslept, I told her why and she hasn't let up on how naive I was."
   "I missed you." He leaned in to kiss her again.  "So very much.  You
could have come see me without any sexual connotations.  It wasn't just
about sex.  I don't want this to be sex unless..."
   She chuckled.  "That's not why I haven't contacted you.  It was me and
my terrible thoughts that made me stay away." She caressed his cheek and
pulled him in for another kiss.  "Don't play down the best thing about us."
   "Did you lock your door?"
   "Yes." Laura didn't get the chance to ask why.  He locked her lips into
another, more passionate kiss as he stood and carried her to her bed.  She
lifted her hips to assist the removal of her shorts and panties.  She
watched him unbutton, unzip, undress.  She tossed off her shirt as he
crawled onto the bed.  "On your back."
   She got between his legs and licked around the head of his cock then
down along his shaft.  She tugged on his wrist and put his hand to her
head, then braced with her hands on either side of his hips.
   Marcus accepted her invitation, gradually thrusting deeper into her
mouth, seeking a rhythm that accommodated them.  Once her mouth had him
nice and wet, he pulled her up by her hair and took his shaft in his hand.
   She wore a grin as bright as the sun.  He slowed his strokes and her
focus sharpened on every detail.  Live, with sight, sound and smell, using
her saliva as a lubricant.  She opened her mouth and drooled onto his head.
   "Fuck, that is hot."
   She giggled and lay on his lap.
   "Why do you like watching me so much?"
   "Not sure, but it fascinates me."
   "How old were you when you discovered that?"
   "A month younger than I am now."
   "You've never seen a man jack off?"
   "Not in person.  If my exes did, I never found out.  Even if they did, I
like the way you do it."
   "How's that?"
   "Like you enjoy it, not that you're trying to get it over with or put on
a show - like the videos I've seen."
   "I prefer to love the one I'm with."
   "Does that mean you want to fuck me?"
   "You're welcome to watch until you're ready to hop on."
   Once she crawled up his body, he slid the head of his cock up and down
her slit.  She tilted her hips and widened the spread of her thighs.  A
high moan escaped as she settled onto him.  "Thank you for finding me."
   He kissed her on the cheek.  "I needed to see you." He sniffed as his
cock his a good spot inside her.
   "I haven't stopped thinking about you." She rubbed her breasts along his
chest, thrusts her hips down on his cock.  Her clitoris ground into him.  A
whine built in her throat.  The bed creaked a steady rhythm.
   She didn't want him to stop, not even to slow down.  They had learned
what each other liked.
   "Hey!" Danielle beat her fist to the door.  "Keep it down in there!"
   With a sheepish grin she settled on his chest, but her hips rocked,
slowly, mimicking the way his own hand would.  Inwardly, she trembled, not
sure how to back from her peak.
   "Fuck," she whispered.
   "Come back to my house."
   "For how long?"
   "Rest of the weekend?  I'll even get you to class Monday."
   "And we'll do some of that non-sex stuff?"
   "Yes.  I do want to know you, understand the woman I love."
   She smacked her lips to his then pushed back, caressed her breasts. 
"You're much older than me."
   "And you're hotter than any woman I've ever known.  I know how damn
lucky I am to know you.  I may never have a third chance to win you over."
   "You won before you met me."
   "Fuck me, Laura.  Ride me.  Let me watch you enjoy my dick." He didn't
yell, but he wasn't whispering either.
   It wasn't long before she careened over the edge.
   "Let me move in.  Let me be able to see you every day."
   "Are you saying that to get me off, or do you mean it?"
   "Multi-tasking, if you put it that way."
   "Yeah?"
   "Come inside me, Marcus."
   With a strained grow he gave a few final jerks of his hips and lost
himself inside her.
   They cuddled under the covers and fell asleep, forgetting all about the
rest of the world.
   <->
Written: April 2011
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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