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IOU 4 hurt you did I she asked



WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Please note any unfamiliar spellings and phrases may be due to the

fact I am English, not American.

I would like to thank Morgan for all his help

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Chapter 4

At first conversation was stilted between them. Ellie was tense with

nervousness and was tempted to just drag Carl to the bedroom and get on

with it. It wouldn't have been fair though, as he had obviously taken

a good deal of time preparing a meal for her. There were candles and

flowers on the table and, true to his promise, he had cooked all her

favourites. From the glimpse she had of the kitchen it seemed that he

cooked all the food from scratch instead of using pre-prepared packets

as she had expected. Even the chocolate cake was homemade. She

couldn't help but be impressed with the effort he had obviously put in.

He was nervous, too, to begin with but as the conversation turned to

reminiscing they both relaxed and began to chat like old friends. At

last Ellie couldn't eat another morsel and she knew it was time to get

down to the real business of the evening. For a moment she felt a stab

of regret that they weren't just having a pleasant evening together but

she was determined to pay her IOU. She was trying to think of a

tactful way to suggest they made their way to the bedroom when Carl

offered her a reprieve.

"I thought you might like to watch tv for a while. It would give our

stomachs a chance to go down." He flushed as Ellie smiled quizzically

at him. "I'm no expert I just thought it would be better. And I know

you like watching 'Friends' and 'Spin City'. Or I can tape them and we

could watch BBC2 instead. Whatever you want."

"I like both sides. What's on BBC2 now that 'Game On' has finished?"

Ellie asked, trying to regain their former camaraderie.

"I think it's 'Blackadder Goes Forth'."

"Oh good, I love Blackadder. Let's tape the American sitcoms and watch

BBC2. Okay with you?"

"Yes, no worries. If you take the wine glasses, I'll bring the

candles."

They settled down comfortably on the sofa in front of the TV. It could

almost have been a normal evening at Beth's house, except Beth wasn't

there. Ellie managed to forget what the purpose of the evening really

was as they laughed at 'Blackadder' and tried to guess the answers to

the questions in 'Never Mind the Buzzcocks'. It seemed natural to

rewind the tape and watch everything they had taped off Channel 4. By

the time they had watched everything it was after eleven o'clock and

they both still had all their clothes on.

The evening had not happened at all the way Ellie had planned but she

had been enjoying herself too much to notice. Ellie realised that even

if the IOU hadn't committed her to it she would have quite liked to

take Carl to bed anyway as a natural end to the evening. There was a

lot of the sweet little boy she had known in his character still with

the added unexpectedness of changes which reminded her that he had

grown up since she last saw him. As he turned the tv off she moved

closer to him until her lips were only inches from his.

"Why don't you show me which bedroom you're using?" she suggested,

leaning forward and brushing her lips lightly across his mouth.

"It's the second on the left." Carl answered her.

Ellie stood up and held out her hand to him. "Lead the way then." For

a moment he hesitated, then he took her hand and led her up the stairs.

He was using the guest bedroom. Ellie was relieved to see that it was

furnished with a double futon. Ellie had feared that it would have

been difficult to be seductive when she kept falling off a single bed.

She gently pushed him down onto the bed.

"Just lay back, leave everything to me and concentrate on enjoying

yourself," she told him. He seemed about to say something but she took

his breath away by taking hold of the hem of her dress and removing it

in one smooth movement. Clad only in flimsy black stockings and a tiny

scrap of black lace masquerading as a pair of knickers she knelt on the

bed next to him. Basking in the admiration evident in his eyes she

stretched languorously, arching her back, then bent down to kiss him.

Kissing was always her favourite part and she took her time. His mouth

was warm and his lips were firm, no unpleasantly wet, slobbery kisses

to be feared here. She dropped tiny kisses along first his upper lip,

then his lower, before plunging between them to explore the unknown

cavern of his mouth. Their tongues slid together, first one advancing

then the other, in intimate exploration and discovery. She lost track

of time, as she became absorbed in the erotic investigation, almost

forgetting that it was Beth's little brother she was kissing. At last

Ellie reluctantly drew back, breathless and tremulous.

"First thing we're going to do is get you undressed," she told him,

suiting her actions to her words. He must have joined a gym, she

noticed appreciatively, using every opportunity to rub her naked skin

against him. Unsurprisingly, his penis was already hard. Ellie turned

her back to Carl's face and knelt across his body, leaning forward to

take her weight on her hands. She gently but firmly wrapped a hand

around his penis and began to squeeze and stroke it. Her other hand

cradled his balls and began a similar massage. She could hear Carl's

breath begin to quicken and she smiled in satisfaction.

She had had a lot of practice giving blow-jobs and she intended giving

Carl the full benefit of her experience. She leaned closer and slid

him into her mouth. She sucked and licked and nibbled, using every

variation she could think of. She could feel Carl's muscles twitch and

tense beneath her and his breath began coming in gasps. Suddenly she

felt his hands on her shoulders, forcibly pulling her back, just as he

began to come. She tightened her hand and helped him until he finished

and his hands relaxed their grip on her shoulders. Slightly puzzled

she turned back to face him. He was lying back with his eyes closed, a

satisfied smile curving his mouth.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked. He opened his eyes and his

smile deepened.

"Just the opposite. That was ten times better than I'd ever imagined.

Absolutely incredible."

"So why did you pull me away?"

"Well I didn't want to cum in your mouth," he replied.

"Why not?" she persisted.

"Well, it wouldn't have been very nice for you, would it. I've heard

that it tastes horrible," he answered matter-of-factly.

"That's very considerate of you. Now, to show I'm equally considerate,

I'll get something to clean you up." She got a sponge from the

bathroom and gently cleaned him. His penis obviously enjoyed the

attention it was getting as it was already beginning to grow again.

Carl seemed slightly embarrassed at his body's reaction.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he said apologetically.

"Got no control over it, have you not?" she teased.

"Doesn't look like it. You seem to have a lot of influence over it

though."

"I do, don't I. Let's see if I can have a similar effect on the rest

of your body." She had stopped on the way to the bathroom to collect

her bag. The ice had mostly melted but she tipped what was left into

her wineglass. He hadn't shown any inclination of a desire to be tied

up or for role-playing so the only thing she decided to use was the

feather. She stood by the bed and removed her stockings and g-string

as provocatively as she could. Then she knelt astride his body again

and went to work.

She used every suggestion she could remember to arouse him. She

alternated between using her breasts, the feather, her nails and her

mouth. Parts of the body she would never have considered to be

erogenous zones became sensitive under her attack. She revelled in the

reactions she was provoking from him. Most of her previous lovers had

liked to be in control. She had never before had a chance to explore

and stimulate a man however she chose. She found that arousing Carl

was also having a reciprocal effect on her own body. Her insides felt

as if they were melting, producing a flood of moisture between her

thighs, leaving a hollow sensation that demanded to be filled. She

lightly dragged her nails along the inside of his arm one last time,

before laying her body on top of his.

His cock was trapped between her thighs and she could feel him

instinctively moving his hips upward. She grazed her teeth along his

neck to his ear. His hands were roving restlessly over her back and

they clenched on her bottom as she delved inside his ear with the tip

of her tongue. She wriggled her hips downwards until the head of his

cock was resting against her opening. She raised herself up on her

elbows so she could see his face, then with one swift move slid him

inside her. The muscles in his entire body became tense as the

sensations shot through him and he gave a hoarse shout. Slowly she

began to rotate her hips. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at

her.

"I knew it would feel good, but this!..." he was lost for words.

"You're so warm and wet and tight! It's unbelievable!"

She smiled at his reaction, not accustomed to such appreciation. She

slowly slid him in and out, not wanting him to finish too soon. She

leant forward and brushed a nipple across his lips. He needed no

second invitation. He eagerly cupped her breasts in his hands and

began to explore them thoroughly. He stroked and licked them, trying

to give them both equal attention, until he gave up and squeezed them

together so he could suck both nipples into his mouth at once.

Tendrils of pleasure shot through Ellie and she forgot about taking

things slowly. She gyrated her hips faster and faster until inevitably

he came, his body convulsing as his orgasm swept through him.

Exhausted Ellie slid sideways onto the bed, his pounding heartbeat

under her ear an echo of her own. Drowsily she heard him whisper

'thank you, love' and lightly kiss the top of her head. She waited

until his breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep before

disentangling herself. She cleaned him up as best she could without

disturbing him before going into the bathroom to tend to the stickiness

on her own body.

When she returned to the bedroom to collect her belongings she found

Carl awake and waiting for her.

"You're not going to go now, are you Ellie?"

"It's probably best if I do," she said, picking up her clothes.

"It's the middle of the night. Come back to bed. I'll cook your

favourite breakfast for you in the morning; I brought everything

especially," he offered.

"I suppose you think you know what my favourite is," she asked, amused.

"Of course. If I'm right will you stay," he bargained. She glared at

him in exasperation.

"You seem to think you know everything there is to know about me."

"I wouldn't say everything, but I probably know you better than anyone

else," he told her confidently. For some reason his confidence annoyed

her.

"No you don't. You hardly know me at all. I've done things that you

wouldn't believe."

"I've known you all my life, and I understand you better than anyone

else. There's nothing you've ever done that I wouldn't understand."

"Oh, really!" she challenged, driven by some barely understood need to

shock his complacency. "I once gave blow jobs to an entire football

team and I had sex with four different men in one night. Still think

you know me?"

"Oh, Ellie," he sighed, smiling at her vehemence.

"Don't you believe me?" she asked, infuriated by his reaction.

"If you said you did that, then I have no reason not to believe you.

I'll bet any money you like, it wasn't your idea though. In fact, it

was probably that sleaze-ball of a boyfriend's idea. What did he do,

lose a couple of bets and you had to pay the penalty for him?"

"How did you know that? It's impossible! No one up here knew about

it."

"I know you Ellie," Carl repeated patiently. "It's not something you

would do for enjoyment. You would, however, do anything to please

someone you love. And you thought you loved that sleaze-ball."

"His name's Tim, not sleaze-ball," she informed him, trying to regain

some control over the conversation. "What did you get for breakfast?"

"Fresh orange juice, mushrooms, grilled bacon, scrambled eggs, Scotch

pancakes and lots of strong coffee."

"Looks like you're right again, that's my favourite. So I'll have to

stay for breakfast then," she said, dropping her clothes onto a chair.

He pulled back the quilt for and she snuggled down into bed next to

him. Sometime later she woke up to hear him snoring and automatically

elbowed him in the ribs. He came half awake and obediently rolled on

to his side, cuddling into her back and wrapping his arm around her

waist. Feeling strangely contented, she drifted back to sleep.

When she next awoke, she was alone in the bed. From the bathroom she

could hear the muted splashing of the shower so it was easy to deduce

Carl's whereabouts. She had enjoyed herself the previous evening much

more than she had expected. Feeling generous, she decided to give Carl

a bonus.

The shower was in an alcove at the head of the bath, with a low shelf

to one side and mirrors on the walls. Carl was standing under the fall

of water with his eyes closed so he didn't realise Ellie had joined him

until her soapy hands closed around his penis. After the first shock

he was extremely pleased to see her. They spread soap over each other,

then used their bodies to rub it in. The sensation of slick wet skin

sliding against slick wet skin was arousing them both. Carl was bolder

than the previous night, making the most of this opportunity to explore

her body as thoroughly as possible. The sensuous glide of his

saponaceous hands and the continuous patter of the water soon had Ellie

squirming helplessly.

Eager to feel him inside her, she turned and rested one knee on the

shelf. She braced her foot against the side of the bath and used her

hands to guide Carl's penis to where she urgently wanted it to be. He

wrapped his arm around her to help support her weight and began to

thrust into her. Ellie was helpless to move and so Carl set the pace.

His free hand continued to roam over her body and his mouth was busy

kissing her neck and whispering endearments. At last he climaxed and

the spasm deep inside her triggered Ellie's own orgasm.

He gently pulled her off the shelf and tenderly finished washing her

hair and body. His consideration touched Ellie. He seemed to enjoy

taking care of her almost as much as he had enjoyed their lovemaking.

She didn't object when he wrapped her in a towel and began drying her.

It was a novel and relaxing experience for Ellie to have a man comb the

tangles from her hair and massage her scalp. Not having a change of

clothes with her she borrowed his shirt and, feeling happier than she

could remember feeling in a long time, she followed him downstairs to

watch him prepare breakfast.

Copyright 1998 Vickie Morgan

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