The Tempting of Neely J: Chapter Fourteen – Fallen Angel

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 26/06/10  11:26 GMTCarlotta—Right. Couple of developments since yesterday, both mildly problematic. Work is required on more than one front. Well, it keeps a guy focused.Neely called earlier, trying hard to sound calm and measured, but most definitely frayed underneath. I’m guessing the events of the past twenty-four hours have done much to unsettle her and that’s why she’s just cancelled our date. Oh she’s claiming church responsibilities, telling me lunch dates might better fit her schedule over the next few days, but clearly the Jonas business has rattled her conscience. The sight of her Christian comrade enjoying the carnal act (the brief glimpse I caught was of a guy plum delighted with his lot in life) must be scarily undermining. I managed to pin her down to some quality evening time, but she was talking in terms of next weekend.Did I not know Neely so well, I might think she was trying to distance herself. However, there was nothing distant in her tone. This girl is so close to caving it terrifies her. She’s desperate to wrestle the situation back under control. And I’d be pleased with myself to the point of buying lubricant, were it not for that irritating second problem.Jasmine has been trying to contact me. She left a message with a secretary at the Inquirer. Apparently the treacherous gal wants me to call her asap. Please don’t be so cheap as to cast my moment’s weakness back in my face. It’s a trifle and I’ll sort it out. I know how to deal with the Jasmines of this world. And the next chance I get, I’ll deal with Neely. I’ll write her something now that’ll send her into a tail-spin—one that’ll make wreckage of her chastity.—Ray.  27/06/10  00:17 PSTRay, Ray, Ray—the Jasmine time-bomb, still a-tickin’? Better diffuse it, or all your velvet prose will count for shit. You don’t seriously expect me to pass over it without a cursory mention, surely? I’m glad you think the situation’s under control; forgive me if I don’t share your confidence. I know the complexities of the female mind even better than you, my friend. Who knows how you’ll squash the slut’s over-active conscience?My anger has dissipated, Raymond. I’m simply melancholic that my reward may have to be withheld. How I meant to lavish my favor on the debaucher of this pious Christian. But I’m not sure he’s living up to my hopes, or whether his nerve is as steely as his cock.I rewarded my married lover tonight for his patience (that and the ruby earrings he gave me over lobster at a five-star restaurant). I’m still a touch sore from the encounter. You know, Ray? That good kind of sore. I was wearing the black-lace lingerie from the photo; it got him so heated last time. The drooling sap stood jacking himself as I removed it incrementally, tits and ass thrust out as I disrobed. Then when I was down to garter belt and stockings, I let him know I hadn’t forgotten my promise. His bliss was transcendent as I rubbed menthol lube over his cock. After that he watched me massaging oil into my buttocks, giving both firm globes a nice satin sheen. Pulling them apart and trickling warm liquid down my crack, till it leaked into my tight winking asshole.He was glued, Ray, as I burrowed my middle finger two knuckles deep in my rectum—I peered back over my shoulder to get his reaction as I readied myself. “Your cock in here next, baby. But be a gentleman and fuck my pussy first.”Such an eager puppy, even when kneeling to plunge that stout erection inside me with all the manliness he could muster. Pumping away, the busy boy, spreading that menthol freshness about my wet cunt. But I knew he was saving himself for the evening’s main action, so I let him hear the words he craved: “In my ass, baby, in my ass.”I was positioned nicely before the dresser’s mirror, so I got to see the gratitude on his face as he sank inch after inch into my tight, gripping rectal tract, Ray. Nice, but so tentative, unlike other lovers of my acquaintance. “To the balls,” I was telling him, “push it deep and fuck my ass like you mean it!” It took all my urging to get him inside and cranked up to a decent rhythm. He came like he was about to flatline, such a thankful husband-of-someone-else.It was an adequate anal shafting, I suppose. I might even let him up there again. Or I might save that clenching tunnel for someone who proves more deserving.Shame you’re struggling with your Christian’s conscience. I had a mind to give it all up to you, Ray, every hole I have. Make myself utterly available. Let you dominate this bitch like she hasn’t allowed happen in a very long time. I was going to let you wreck my fucking ass.My business trip to the UK is planned for two weeks’ time, did I mention that? Flight and hotel will be booked within days. If only I could shake the suspicion that you’ve jeopardized everything, I’d be one happy lady and I’d make you happy too.Sweet Raymond, can you really bring this one home?Carlotta.  27/06/10  8:01GMTGod, girl, you’re one piece of work. Have some faith. I play a superior endgame.x ~~~~ Neely awoke Sex hikayeleri longing for the weekend to be over. She had cried off Saturday’s youth-club, so desirous was she to avoid Jonas. What she might say to him she still had no clue, but she could hardly extend her fake illness to escape Sunday morning service. Her conscience had plenty else to cope with.She was twenty-four hours clean of Sapphire’s Odyssey. Her Bavarian nightmare had broken that addiction, temporarily at any rate. But sinful thoughts crowded nonetheless, whether she was church planning, serving coffees or relaxing with her Battlestar Galactica boxset; even Edward James Olmos’ patrician sexiness disconcerted her.The night had been another dream-ridden torture. Now she was staving off Ray-fantasies as she fumbled for her bathrobe. It had felt horrible to postpone their date, confining time together safely within daylight hours. She felt like she was provoking him with her body then backing off, a worse tease than any of her sexually active friends, Jasmine included. It was a notion which only grew when she read the email Ray had sent her earlier that morning. Even its innocuous title ‘Sunday Thoughts’ sped up her heart rate as she clicked on it.27/6/10  8:47 GMTHey there angel—Missed you last night, hope it was mutual. I’ve been subject lately to lonely nocturnal imaginings of a none-too-holy variety. I hope it’s not presumptuous to suppose that you’re plagued by thoughts akin to mine? I’m guessing that’s why you cancelled last night.Which are you more frightened of, Neely, me or yourself? I feel sometimes that the passion we jointly experience threatens either to compromise your beliefs, or to warp your perception of what exists between us. So I wonder if there’s a middle ground, where we can still find ways of exploring and satisfying each other physically. Surely that’s not a sin.You know how I burn for you, with desire and with lust. Sometimes I want to make love to you, sometimes take you, straight and simple. I don’t say that to shock. I think you should know what a beautiful sexual human being you are.Don’t be frightened, Neely. I’d rather have your chaste company than not have you at all. And in truth there’s a sort of pained deliciousness in being denied free rein with your body. But consider what I’ve said. And consider, next weekend, coming round to mine and bringing those oils. I have very good hands and I know how to take my time. All the more if it’s to make you feel good—and I’d make you feel so very good.Ray xIt left her breathless and confounded, with a racing pulse. She read it again—every nipple-pricking, panty-soaking word—to take it all in and try to fathom the mind behind it. Rules were being, if not broken, subverted and twisted into something for which she had not bargained. There was sincerity, she could sense it, but there was artfulness too, dammit there was outright cunning. His words were like ivy insinuating its way through her defences, prising at them. All his protestations that he would never cross the boundaries she had laid down … She should feel mad at him, right? And yet how could she when only her guilt prevented her from breaking into a huge girlish grin? (That and plunge her hand down her knickers to get herself off?) How could she when he seduced her with such daring and grace?Seduced … She was being gloriously, wickedly seduced. Her lovely patient guy was also a horny male who burned for her. Who wanted to take her and not like she was a piteous ‘be-gentle-with-me’ kind of virgin. No, her boyfriend wanted to do her. To his word he was still fundamentally true. He hadn’t suggested sex, but he hoped to play, explore, make her “feel so very good”. It made her want to spin around the room and throw herself voluptuously onto the bed, only to that urge she couldn’t give in. She mustn’t give in. Hell, she had church to go to and she was late!Padding to the bathroom, she caught a snatch of phone conversation from Jasmine’s bedroom. It was not the first time she had overheard her friend in such fraught discussion. “Yeah, I know it just happened. I’m not saying you meant it to any more than I did. But it’s on my mind all the time … Mm-hm, yes, I get what you’re saying. … I understand, but … No, no I haven’t said anything. I’m worried that you’re going to do the same thing again with … I know, I know, look—I’m in no place to judge, but …”Neely realised she was eavesdropping and hurried the rest of the way to the bathroom. So she and Jasmine were both having man-problems of a type. Her housemate’s were apparently more acute than normal; that would account for the girl’s secret attitude of recent days.Jasmine’s sexual misdemeanours slipped from Neely’s mind when she hit the shower. Her head was full of Ray’s email as she stripped off and lathered up. What a tease, to have inspired this play for her body’s delights. There was guilt once more at causing such torment, but she was glowing too in her wet nakedness, with self-satisfaction. Sikiş hikayeleri Never had she thought herself such a sex-goddess till now.Every wash-time sensation heightened as she imagined Ray spying. Her breasts responded as her palms soaped in slow circles. Shampoo slithered all down her back’s curve, foaming its way between her bum cheeks. What a vision for her boy—red hair trailing slick down her back towards her soapy ass-crack. The naughtiness of the exhibitionist fantasy overtook her and she dropped a hand to her pussy, middle finger going to work on her clitoris. She leaned into the shower-wall as the tip rotated on the swollen hub of her longing.Lord, she had been free with her sex these past few days. Evenings fused thoughts of Sapphire and Ray with the buzz of her birthday gift (on her exterior only; how wrong that the first cock inside her should be synthetic). Now here she was, one hour shy of morning service, working herself all the way till she exploded with orgasm, shower jets bursting against her sensitized skin. She slumped into relief and wretchedness, then forced her wrung-out self to dry and dress for church.She stuck her head around Jasmine’s door before departing; self-absorption mustn’t blind her to her friend’s troubles. “Jaz, you okay?”“God, Neely, I thought you were off to church already,” the petite brunette said. “Aren’t you late?”“Leaving now. Look, I heard you on the phone earlier. Wasn’t listening in, I promise. Everything all right?”“What? Yes, yes. It’s … Bit of …”“Guy trouble? Whoever he is, he’s not worth it. You’re way better than that, but you’ve got to start believing it.” Jasmine had a forlorn look Neely wasn’t used to. “Jaz, I want you back. I’ve got friends I’ve known for years behaving like crazy. I need some consistency. I miss it when you don’t take the piss out of me.”Jasmine swallowed, trying to gain control of her emotions. “I’m … I’m fine. It’s only some … It’s over. It’s sorted. You’ve got me back, I promise.”Neely hugged her roommate, almost convinced. “Well that’s a relief at any rate. Look, we’ll talk later, okay?”What she had said was true. She needed Jasmine back, so off-centre seemed everything at Alton Bridge. When she arrived late and squeezed herself in at the back, Jonas was leading a prayer. She felt a burst of anger, which immediately rebounded on her. Who the hell was she to point a finger following her shower-stall shenanigans? Then Pastor Simmons stood up to speak on Christ’s parable of the Sheep and the Goats—“I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink”—and made her feel worse. Why get so hung up on sex when there were real problems in the world:  poverty and starvation, war and homelessness? All that preoccupation with what she perceived as her ‘needs’.A powerful thought indeed but overridden the moment she bumped into Jonas after the service and recalled Leona bouncing lustily on his cock. Joy had been etched into both their faces. She and her co-worker could scarcely look at each other, but then the pastor swept them up, full of bonhomie. “So—Neely, Jonas, everything shaping up for next weekend? I’m sure you two are cooking up something impressive.”Neely’s and Jonas’ eyes flicked into contact. “Yes.” Neely forced a smile. “It’s all coming together, right Jonas?”“Yup, great. All sorts of ideas. You’ll like it.”Jonas leaned in confidentially to Neely once the pastor had stepped away. “We can get through these workshops, right?”“Sure, whatever. I studied drama at school. I’m sure I can pull off a performance.”Jonas went to speak, but she left him standing. She was through the church gates and headed solo for the High Street before she was caught up. But the restraining hand on her arm did not belong to Jonas. It was Leona’s.“Neely, wait up.”Neely was taken aback by the shapely teen’s pursuit. The image of that fleshy ass shunting up and down on Jonas’ upright column flashed instantly to mind. “Leona, what do you …”“Look …” The college girl launched straight in. “I know you’re really mad at Jonas, but you mustn’t be. Don’t go thinking he went and seduced some innocent girl, because it wasn’t like that. It’s bad you saw us like you did, and maybe it was all wrong of us to choose that place, but it’s not sleazy and horrible like you probably think.”Neely fought and failed to stem the words which flowed in response. “Leona, don’t try and explain anything. If it was anybody else, I’d say go on—live your life, follow your conscience and I’ll follow mine and we’ll all be happy. I’d probably laugh about the other night. But you guys are my fellow-believers. Jonas is my co-worker. We’re talking to the youth group next week about sexual morality and a year ago you were one of that group! It’s messed-up. I don’t blame you, but what he’s doing is way out of order.”“That’s wrong. That’s all wrong,” Leona insisted. “I’m not stupid, Neely. Don’t dismiss me because I’m nineteen. I’m pretty damn mature for my age and Jonas cares for me. He does, don’t Erotik hikaye pull a face. Way before we first … you know, I knew he was a good guy. I dated a couple of guys at school who treated me badly.” Her expression darkened. “One in particular. Then I got involved with the church and … I’d never met someone like him before. He’s a really great person, Neely, like you’ve always thought of him. Don’t let what you saw change all that. He’s a really sweet boyfriend, kind and considerate. He makes me feel cared for and respected and … and if I want to show him my gratitude, then I will.”“Is that what you were doing? Showing gratitude? Leona, you don’t have to shag him because he’s nice to you.”“I don’t.” Leona bristled. She fixed Neely with a bold stare. “I do it because I like to. I enjoy it. For me. And yes, I like putting a great big blissed-out smile all over his face, because he deserves it. We’re a couple and that’s part of what we do. And it doesn’t feel wrong, it doesn’t feel sinful.”“But you … You can’t decide what’s sinful and what’s not based on how you feel. That’s not how it works!”“Look, Neely, I’m not trying to be mean when I say this. I’ve always liked you and I know Jonas thinks the world of you, whatever you’re feeling right now. But we can’t all be as saintly as you.”“I’m not saintly. I’ve never pretended to be saintly—”“Although until two nights ago we both kind of thought you might be … you know, doing it with Ray.”“You thought …”“We met him that night we went bowling? He’s, well, he’s not any kind of Christian. He’s, you know, a man of the world and he’s … he’s hot. We figured …”“Well you figured wrong!”“Yeah, well, so it turns out. God, Neely, he must really be into you.”Neely stopped short. “What do you mean?”“He’s still there, isn’t he? Even though you don’t …” She filled in the gap with a flick of her head. “…With him. He’s a guy, Neely, he fancies the pants off you, it was obvious that night. He must really be suffering, but he’s still around.”“Leona …”“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve said too much. That’s no business of mine. But look …” There was pleading in her eyes. “Go easy on Jonas. He’s the most Christian guy I’ve ever met. I mean that, whatever you think of what we do. He doesn’t want to lose your friendship and he wants to be able to keep working with you. Think it through. That’s all I ask.” She clutched Neely’s arm a moment. “I … I’ve got to go. See you.”And she left, leaving Neely struggling to retain her indignation. It was difficult, when reminded of her history with Jonas. And at the thought of Ray struggling manfully with his fleshly urges. But then if her non-believing boyfriend could manage, why couldn’t Jonas? Because Jonas’ girlfriend isn’t so ‘saintly’, an unhelpful part of her brain suggested.Neely couldn’t think who to discuss it with. Jasmine and Leo would encourage her to get laid, while her Alton Bridge friends would quote the Bible with advanced levels of earnestness. Jonas had been the one she could depend on for empathy and counsel minus the piety. She couldn’t be hard on him for succumbing to temptations she felt all too strongly herself. But how could he be so blasé in the aftermath? Shrug off the sex issue that had pitched her into so much turmoil?Turmoil… The word summoned up a conversation she’d had days before and suddenly she knew who to talk to. In one sense it was bizarre, but it simultaneously clicked as perfect sense. She dug into her bag and retrieved a calling card she hadn’t thought of since her birthday. Then without hesitation she took her phone and thumbed in the number.Her call rang out a couple of times before being answered. “Hello?”“Danny?”“Yeah, hi. Who’s this?”“It’s Neely Jordan. From Alton Bridge? We met in the bookshop last week.”“Neely, hi.” Danny Woodward sounded surprised but not displeased to hear from her. “How are you? You’ve been thinking about the fair-trade stuff?”“No, well yes, a little. But that’s not the main reason I’m calling. Look, I’ve … I’ve got something on my mind and frankly I didn’t know who else to talk to. I thought you might … Gosh, this sounds really weird.”“No, really, it’s not weird. You want to meet up?”“Yes, that would be good. Better than the phone. When’s good for you? I’m sure you’re busy.”“Not today. Church-worker no more, so this afternoon’s fine. I was going to watch some football, but I can scratch that. What about lunch at Mackenzie’s?”“With the big screen TV?” Neely couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ll be watching the match over my shoulder.”“Damn, rumbled. We’ll eat outside on the patio. Then you’ll have my undivided attention. They do really good scampi there by the way.”“I’ll try it. See you there … what, around two?”He agreed.Making her way to Mackenzie’s Neely felt apprehension at hooking up with the guy she had inadvertently insulted. She found him reclining in the beer garden which overlooked the harbour. He had a rumpled weekend look about him, dark hair tousled, and a razor having failed again to find his chin. The stubble rather enhanced his swarthy good looks. He had a long body, and his understated muscularity was shown off well by his faded tee-shirt. A pint foamed in front of him. “What can I get you?” His sense of welcome allayed her fears.“Glass of cider would be nice, thanks.”

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