Marianne Surrenders (3 page)

“
I'm sorry,” he said apologetically. “It was a bit naughty of me. I shouldn't have done it.”

“
Well it looks like your plan worked,” she said smiling, and took another sip of her wine. “You said Sarah's been called away. What do you mean exactly? Where's she gone?”

“
Oh, yeah. When I arrived on Tuesday she was here, but John got a phone call yesterday from his mother telling him his father had taken ill. Her and John have taken the kids and gone out of town to see them. Hopefully he will be all right. In the meantime, I will be staying here in Sarah's house. It's not how I planned it, but I may as well.”

“
Let's hope he's Okay,” Marianne said.

Marianne drank the last of her wine. She was already feeling a little drunk. She said, “Look, it's been so nice to see you again Tommy, but seeing as Sarah won't be back today I really should be going. I have things to do at home, and... thank you for the drink.” She stood up and started towards the living room door.

Tommy, in a mild panic, also stood, and moved to block her path. “Marianne,” he stammered. “Why don't you stay just a little longer.”

She noticed, for the first time, that he was much taller than her. The aroma of his freshly laundered clothes radiated in her direction.

The two of them stood there facing each other. Tommy was looking deep into her eyes. His lips moved as he fumbled for the right words to say. Terrified that what might be his only opportunity to tell Marianne how he felt was now slipping from his grasp.

“
I meant what I said, before, about you looking lovely,” he said. “You look... beautiful.”

It wasn't the poetic prose he was hoping for but he meant every word of it. Marianne knew it too; she could see it in his face. Every time she looked at him, she wanted him more. He looked at her intensely, anticipating her response.

“
That's a very kind thing for you to say Tommy. Thank you. But, I should really get going,” she said.

Much to her own disbelief, she could no longer be in any doubt of Tommy's interest. Although they may have been clumsily delivered, his words were very much a compliment, something she'd had little of for many years. It thrilled her deep inside to hear them spoken, though she dare not show it, to him or to herself.

She reached out to Tommy's chest. Her intention was to politely manoeuvre him out of the way, but her conviction was weak, and he stood firm. Instead, she found herself grabbing a handful of his shirt, and almost tugging at it. Her heart was now pounding hard in her chest. She was getting hot, her breaths shorter, panting almost. She was now afraid not only of what he could do to her if he so wished, after all he was strong looking guy and they were alone, but of what she would let him do to her, what she wanted him to do to her.

Tommy brought his hand around to the back of her neck. His fingers slipped into the downy underside of her hair. Marianne's reacted was instant and involuntary, allowing her head to fall back and embrace his touch. His hand cradling her head like that of a baby. She closed her eyes. Her soft lips fell apart and took a sharp intake of breath.

Suddenly she came to her senses and broke away from Tommy's spell. This was her best friends younger brother; she wasn't sure how Sarah would react to such circumstances.

The moment had been so brief that neither of them could be sure it had even happen at all.

Eyeing the gap between him and the door, Marianne spoke. “Excuse me,” she said. Gently pushing him to the side, she slipped past and into the hallway. Tommy was not far behind.

“
Marianne,” he called after her. His voice now with a sense of urgency.

“
Please Tommy,” she replied, without stopping or turning to look back at him. “I'm not sure this is such a good idea.”

“
What's wrong?” he said.

Before she could make it to the front door, Tommy had taken her by the wrist and spun her around to face him. This time he pulled her close. His other hand was on the small of her back, pressing her body hard against his own. She could feel his chest heaving heavily in and out, almost crushing her tiny frame as it did.

“
Nothing's wrong Tommy. That's the problem. If I stay here any longer I'm not sure what might happen. I don't trust myself. You're such a lovely guy, but I come with a lot of baggage. You're still young. I couldn't burden you with that. Plus, you're my best friends little brother.”

“
Look Marianne, I'm a big boy now. I can make my own decisions, I make them every day. And if you are worried about what Sarah might say, I think we both know that she would be anything but upset to find out that we were...” he paused for a moment, struggling for the right words, “...more than just friends.”

Marianne knew it was true. Sarah was a kind person who would only want happiness for the people closest to her.

“
The only thing holding you back from happiness, Marianne, is yourself. Why won't you allow yourself to be happy? Good things in life don't happen unless you let them,” Tommy said.

“
It's just that it's been a long time for me. Maybe I've forgotten what happiness feels like,” she said.

Tommy brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I want you Marianne. I want to make you happy.” Gently he allowed his lips to caress her soft lobes. “I've always wanted you, but you have to open up. You have to let me in.”

Marianne was trembling with excitement. She loved being held firmly in his arms. The more she struggled, the more his great strength sent pangs of electricity through every fibre of her body. She felt like a small bird flailing in the jaws of a great panther.

“
You'll hurt me. Just like he did,” she burst out.

“
I would never hurt you,” he replied. “I couldn't.”

Kissing down the side of her neck until his face was nestled firmly into her shoulder and collar bone. Her scent consumed his senses and filled his mind with a dizzy haze of desire.

Marianne made one last attempt to resist his advances, but it was futile. She could deny herself no longer. Tommy whisked her up into the air and pinned her agains the wall, her feet barely touching the floor. He held her there and kissed her deeply on the mouth. His right hand was now tucked firmly in the crease of her backside. His palm and thumb clenching a good portion of her buttock.

Again and again he kissed her, each time more passionate than the last. She could feel a long, hard length concealed within his jeans pressing against her body. She reached down between his legs and grabbed it through the denim, rubbing her hand along the length of his shaft as she did. She looked into his eyes. No longer did she feel like nothing. No longer was she scared. She remembered what it was to be a woman, to be desired, and she was going to embrace it.

“
Then do it,” she whispered, biting his ear. “Go on. Fuck me.”

Tommy's eye's widened with desire. A new fire had been kindled within him. He kissed her again, then in one yank, ripped the front of Marianne's dress wide open. Buttons flew across the hallway like popcorn, and Marianne's pert white breasts fell out. Her inviting nipples were pink and erect. Tommy took them in his hands and gently squeezed and massaged so the nipple protruded further, then bringing them to his mouth, began to kiss and suckle. Marianne, biting her bottom lip, took hold of his head and forced her chest out further into his face. She ran her fingers threw his hair as he serviced her chest.

Marianne felt his hand slip down the front of her panties. She let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction as his fingers probed the warm, wet recesses of her lips. She lifted her leg slightly, as to invite further endeavour from the eager boy, to which he obliged. He ran his heavily soaked digits over her folds, then with more precision began to rub her clit. Marianne grit her teeth in ecstasy, and plunged her nails into Tommy's back. Then she felt him inside her, first one finger, then two. He slid them in and out slowly, each time a little deeper. She let out another moan of pleasure. His other hand was up behind her head holding a clump of her thick hair. He pulled her head back and began kissing her open mouth. He inhaled her breathe straight into his lungs and made it his own.

There was nothing she could do now. Completely at his mercy, she stood there helpless. With her head hanging back to expose her vulnerable neck, and her body impaled on his fingers, she quivered like a leaf.

Tommy liberated her from her from the rest of her dress, letting it slip to the for. He picked her up and lay her down on the nearby chaiselong. He stood over her for a moment in awe of what he had before him, all to himself, at last. Marianne looked back at him. Shaking with pleasure, she held her arms against her chest. Almost covering her breasts in shame.

He leaned over her, and yanked off her panties. Instinctively, she brought her hand down to cover her embarrassment, but Tommy gently moved it away. He kneeled down at her lower end, coiled his arms threw her legs, and put his hands around her thighs. Slowly he prized her legs apart, then, with one firm tug, pulled Marianne close towards him. Her aroma sent the blood coursing threw his veins like fire.

He slowly kissed and stroked his way up her inner thighs, before fastening his mouth onto her neatly trimmed pussy. He expertly tongued on her, sending shards of electricity pulsating through every fibre of her body. The intense pleasure sent her into spasm, forcing her to arch her back and lock her thighs around Tommy's head as if it was a nut about to be cracked.

His face reappeared from between her legs. He propped himself upon the chaiselong with one knee then began to undo his shirt buttons. Marianne watched as he removed his shirt to reveal his perfectly formed torso.

She leaned forward eagerly and started to release his belt, and undo the buttons of his jeans one by one until his long hard erection tumbled out and stood proud before her. She grabbed it delicately by the base and held it for a moment, hesitating. It suddenly occurred to her that Tommy was the first man she'd been with since her split from Michael.

Tommy sensed her anxiety. “It's all right sweetie,” he said, “I'll look after you.” He caressed the side of her face. She relaxed and lay back down.

Tommy descended on her, kissing her mouth and neck. One hand tugged at her hair, the other gently squeezed her breasts. She could feel his cock probing at her soaking entrance. She opened her legs wider and hitched her knees up high either side of him, invitingly.

Her nerves jangled with an energy she hadn't felt for years. She ached to have him inside. Tommy obliged. He slid in slowly and deliberately. She relished each stroke, each one getting deeper and harder. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Every thrust sent her to another plain of consciousness until she felt like she was floating in a great abyss.

Her panties dangled from her ankle. Her feet and toes pointed stiffly like a ballerina.

A tidal wave surged across her flesh, sending her entire body into rapture. She writhed and arched her back. Her loins spasmed, locking on to Tommy's cock like a vice and sucking him in deeper. He stayed inside and come hard, throwing his head back and calling her name as he did.

Tommy collapsed on the chaiselong next to her. She shifted her body so that she was lying on top, chest to chest, her head nestled into his neck. He wrapped his arm around her protectively and caressed the soft skin on her back and upper arms. His other hung loosely off the side. Her body gently rose and sank with his every breath.

As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, there was little she could do to keep the broad smile from her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled with such joy.

Tommy kissed the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair, then squeezed her a little tighter in his grasp.

They lay there in silence for what could have been an hour, but felt timeless to both.

Marianne asked, “Can we do this again?”

“
Yes,” he replied. “How about tomorrow?”

“
I would like that.”

“
Come around here tomorrow evening, about seven? I'll have something special for you.”

Marianne stood up and gathered the various pieces of her clothing scattered about the hallway, and began to dress.

“
It sounds like a date. Count me in.”

Looking bedraggled but fully clothed, she leaned over, kissed tommy on the cheek, and left via the front door.

Tommy lay in silence. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with happy dreams of Marianne.

It was the best night's sleep Marianne had in many years. She woke up fresh and with a clear mind. She showered, and as she did every morning, made herself a fresh cafetiere of coffee, a piece of lightly cooked toast with strawberry jam, then sat at her kitchen table while she sorted through the mail. Her cat, molly, as always, liked to sit along side her as she did this.

There was a small business matter to be taken care of; speaking to one of her suppliers about obtaining a new batch of decorative stones. Once that was out of the way, she would check her emails and then spend the rest of the afternoon designing some new concept pieces for her upcoming autumn collection.