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"I'll never find someone to love,' Rachel thought in frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell. Moments crawled by before Javier answered. He didn't seem surprised to see her.
"Date end early?" he asked with a half smile as she stormed past him into his small apartment. It was almost comic to see them together. She was six-four and he was a full foot shorter. From a distance he could have passed as her son.
"Damn and double-damn," she said with venom as she plunked herself down at the table separating the kitchen from the living area. "All I want is a decent relationship. Is that too much to ask?"
It was a rhetorical question. He didn't answer. Instead he said, "Coffee?"
She shook her head sharply. Glorious blond hair swished in an angry swirl. But the anger wasn't directed at him. Javier had become her confidant her best friend actually. She loved spending time with him when their busy schedules would allow. He was a great listener and a really deep thinker. "Goddammit," she exploded as he took the seat across from her, "do you know what that fuck-wad said to me?"
Javier half-smiled again indicating with a slight raising of his eyebrows that he didn't. He knew she was extremely pissed. Normally, she never used profanity.
"He said he liked me as a friend." Her eyes flamed and then almost started tearing at the memory. "Last month he said we had a future together and tonight he likes me as a friend. Then the jerk starts asking me about Betsy Grant."
Another eyebrow lift.
"One of the cheerleaders. Betsy's shorter than you for Christ sakes." Rachel snorted in disgust and continued, "I finally find a tall guy who seems interesting and he turns out to be a snake. Not only that, but he's a wimp-snake. You should have seen the spineless rat's expression while he was telling me all this. . . ." And she was off. Talking with animation, waiving her hands, raising her voice.
Javier listened with quiet intensity. Never interrupting. He offered only an occasional look of empathy or confusion.
Rachel was tall, indeed. But more than that, she was exceptionally self-assured almost domineering. What a combination. And it had really crimped her social life, because despite her strong personality she was entirely feminine. This was obvious in just about everything she did. In her style of clothing, her walk, the fact that she'd kept her hair long even during her volleyball days. She was beautiful, she was graceful, but she was no pushover. Where was she going to find a boyfriend? There simply weren't that many tall men around, even on a campus as large as theirs. And she didn't just want a tall guy. She wanted a strong personality. A partner. She wanted a man who would make her really feel like a woman.
Rachel slapped her palm down on the table to emphasize a point. Javier didn't flinch. As he listened he admired both her strength and her beauty. They had met the year before during their first days in the graduate program. They'd shared a class, traded lecture notes, studied together. They had become close friends. He was just as strong and self assured as she but in a quieter, less flamboyant way. She continued to talk; he listened and continued to say nothing.
An hour later Rachel finally ran out of steam. Javier nodded thoughtfully and let the silence build. Then something happened that had never happened before. She asked for his advice. Oh, she'd asked for and he'd given her lots of general advice about textbooks, travel, taxes. But she'd never before asked for his opinion about her personal life.
"What should I do, Javier? Join a dating service? Take out an ad in the personals? What? I can't go on like this forever. I need someone. How am I going to find him?" She sounded almost drained.
A long silence followed. Javier stared at the table. Rachel waited. He wasn't like the other men who had passed through her life all mouth and no intellect. She knew he'd really paid attention and was seriously considering his reply. He never offered a suggestion unless asked and never gave one lightly. But when he did give advice it always seemed to work. And he was honest enough to tell her when he didn't know. He never faked an answer. So given the nature of her problem she didn't really expect him to have a solution.
Rachel sat quietly, lost in moody thoughts. She stared through a black window into the darkness. Time passed. Then she glanced over and saw that Javier had been studying her. She arched her own delicate eyebrows. "Well,' she seemed to ask.
"Do you trust me?" he finally offered.
"Of course," she replied almost without thinking.
Javier studied her face as if looking for something he couldn't find. He repeated the question with emphasis, "Do you TRUST me?" His voice was quiet but compelling.
"What was this?' Rachel wondered. But she considered the question carefully, and came up with the same answer. "Yes, I do, Javier. I trust you completely."
He nodded to himself, looked away, and remained in silent thought for a few more moments.
"OK," he said. "I'll be right back." Then he stood and walked away leaving her bewildered. She heard his bedroom door open and the sound of rummaging.
He was back a couple minutes later holding what looked like the sash from his bathrobe.
"Stand up," he said in a voice of quiet command.
Rachel stood. She looked at him questioningly.
He studied her for a long minute. She truly was magnificent. Tall, beautiful, in wonderful physical shape. She had worn a lacy pink blouse on her date with a matching blue jacket and skirt. She also had on high heels. He smiled. Six-four and wearing heels. He knew they made her feel more feminine.
"Turn around," he said.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
He smiled. "You said you trusted me. . . . So trust me."
She tried to read his face but couldn't. She glanced down at the sash. Then, taking a deep breath and biting a nervous lip she turned. He came up behind her, removed her jacket, and hung it on the back of the chair where she'd been sitting. Reaching over he took one of her hands, gently pulling it behind her, and began tying the sash around her wrist.
For a moment, a newspaper headline flashed through her head: "CO-ED FOUND STRANGLED." "What would her mother say?' But she really did trust him. She swallowed as he took her other hand, pulled it back and began binding her wrists together.
When he was finished he gently turned her around to face him. He was smiling. She was about to say something but he shushed her. "Don't talk or I'll gag you." Something in his voice told her he was serious. She tested the binding and knew she wasn't getting loose until he let her go.
Javier reached up and gently stroked the side of Rachel's face. She closed her eyes and let herself drink in the sensation. She felt more vulnerable then she could ever remember. She kept her eyes closed, swaying uncertainly in her heels, as reaching up with the other hand he began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Rachel trembled.
One by one he nimbly unfastened each button. She felt his touch through the cloth of her blouse or brushing her bare skin with the back of his fingers. She found it surprisingly erotic.
Her trembling increased but she held her ground.
Carefully pulling her blouse out from where it tucked into her skirt, he undid the last button. Then reaching under the silky cloth he slowly and sensually begin to rub her sides. He tweaked a nipple through her bra. She quietly gasped. He was rewarded by seeing the little bud erupt beneath the fabric. He rubbed some more and then tweaked the other nipple. Rachel felt a definite response between her thighs. She'd been with several boys and men in her life but nothing before had ever made her feel like this.
Javiar reached in and around and with a deft flick of his fingers unlatched her bra. Rachel had very nice breasts. Not huge but large enough and extremely well formed. So when the bra was unhooked it rode up a bit exposing the bottom of each globe. He ran his finger along the sensitive skin on the underside. A quiet moan escaped her lips. He pealed the bra up and palmed first one and then the other fleshy orb. Leaning forward he sucked a nipple into his mouth and toyed with it as he pinched the other with tender force.
Rachel sucked in her breath and opened her eyes. She hadn't ever thought of Javier romantically. She looked at him as if for the first time. He might not be the most handsome man in the world but he was well built for his size. And he wasn't bad to look at.
Rachel was having a little trouble keeping her balance in the heels because of the storm of hormones being unleashed by Javier's tongue and fingers. He stopped and looked directly into her eyes. She could never read his thoughts through that funny half-smile. Taking hold of her belt he carefully led her to his bedroom. She'd seen the room many times through the open door but she'd never actually been inside. It was nice. Clean and simple. The room was small. But the bed was huge, consisting mostly of a large flat mattress with an ornate brass headboard. The covers had been swept off to one side where they lay in a jumble on the floor. All that was left was the bottom sheet and a few pillows. He maneuvered her to the side of the bed and stood her there.
The kissing and licking continued as her belt was undone and her skirt unzipped. The garment fell to the floor around her feet. Javier pulled her pantyhose down and helped her to sit. Getting down on one knee he removed her heels and pantyhose. Then she was surprised as he slipped the heels back onto her bare feet. He laid her on her back with her head on a pillow and arranged her comfortably. Or as comfortably as she could be with her hands tied behind her and her blouse and bra still dangling around her arms. He collected her other clothes and put them on the dresser.
She watched as he removed his own clothes until he was completely naked. Rachel found she was a little bit frightened. But that was silly. He wasn't going to hurt her ahe khe worst that would happen would be that they would have sex. 'The worst that would happen.' The phrase bounced around in her head. Would that be bad? She wasn't sure. "Trust me."
Rachel didn't know how she felt about what was about to happen. But as Javier climbed into the bed she felt a powerful surge of lust. Lying on her back with her hands tied, some of her clothing hanging loosely around her torso, and with her high heels still on, she felt small and awkward and powerless. Javier, looming above her in the subdued reflected light from the far room was a ghostly figure. A demon or an angel? She couldn't tell.
He leaned down and kissed her. She closed her eyes and let him. The feel of his lips and tongue playing around hers was a powerful turn-on. His hands were on and around her breasts again, running lightly over her exposed skin. She spread her legs a little without even realizing she was doing so. She felt her own moisture and heat.
He shifted position and began kissing the side of her neck. He was incredibly skilled at this. She felt his hand slide down, past her breasts, across her belly, and come tantalizingly close to her public mound. For minutes he did nothing but vary the foreplay. Rachel could feel the heat of a rash creeping from her chest up to her chin.
Javier stopped and left Rachel panting. He repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her belly. Leaning forward, he kissed her again. She could feel his body pressing into hers. The hair on his chest stimulated her breasts and sent a new fire of lust through her. She suddenly realized, almost as a shock, that she wanted him to fuck her. But with her hands tied she had no power. He had complete control and was driving her to a higher pinnacle of desire than she'd never known.
He moved his legs between hers and sensually slid down her body. As he kissed her breasts again she could feel his penis slide through the now wet valley of flesh between her legs. But he didn't enter her. He kept moving downward until he was completely between her legs and his hot breath was washing over the wet flesh of her sex. She didn't feel his tongue but she felt his fingers. She felt her lower lips being spread. A finger dipped in and out of her several times and then began to erotically circle her vagina and anus. She found herself almost trying to hump his hand as her pelvis seemed to take on a rhythmic life of its own.
He spent long minutes just toying with her. Playing with his fingers. Letting her feel his breath on her super-sensitive flesh. By now she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breathing was labored. She felt an intense desire to come.
And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he buried his face in her sex and began to stimulate her clitoris with his lips and tongue. "Oh God! That was incredible." No one had ever taken this much time and effort to turn her on. For the first time in her sexual life, she was the complete center of attention. She had never known anyone with such skills. She had never felt so small and helpless.
He brought her to the crest of an orgasm but stopped before she came. She groaned. He plunged a finger into her, licked her clit some more, and moved his finger like a penis until she was again on the edge. And again he stopped before she came. Her bound hands were balled into fists. He moved his finger down and circled her anus again, licking sideways against her clit as he did so. She gasped and pressed her pelvis upward against his face. It was difficult getting leverage while wearing the heels. She had a fleeting thought that she might puncture his mattress. He moved his hand back up and this time pushed two fingers into her. Despite her height, her sex organs were of average size. She was tight and as his fingers pressed deeply into her as his tongue went back to work.
Rachel's mouth opened wide. Her breathing was deep and fast. She didn't know whether to laugh or scream or cry. The feelings were incredible. She'd never climaxed during sex before. She learned how to make herself come but only when masturbating in private. This was amazingly different.
His free hand wormed its way under her back and grasped one of her cuffed hands. She gripped him so fiercely she was afraid she might hurt him. But he squeezed back with astonishing force of his own. He pressed his lips quite strongly against her clit. He pushed his two fingers into her hard, hard, hard. His tongue was whipping her clit with deliberate power.
And it happened.
There were no words to describe it. Her mouth was open but she couldn't breath. Her pelvis had ridden high up against his mouth. She screamed silently once, . . . twice, . . . a third time as muscle contractions overcame her. She started breathing again and heard the most astounding sounds of passion. Was that really her?
Javier had ridden her climax with consummate skill. Drawing it out, maximizing the pleasure, tapering off before it became painful or unpleasant.
Rachel found she was crying. Blubbering in fact. That had been sooo good. She didn't know what to do.
Javier lifted his face and blew a stream of cool air over her wet sex. She gasped at the new sensation and continued to cry. He rolled her over onto her belly and untied her hands. He removed her shoes. Tenderly he stripped off her now damp blouse. Rolling her on her side he removed her bra.
Once naked and on her side, Javier snuggled up behind her. His face rested against the back of her neck. His still hard penis pressed against the top of her ass. He had placed one arm protectively over her and was softly cupping a breast. As she wept he cooed soothingly in her ear, "Shhh, shhh, shhh" and delicately rubbed the side of her breast with his thumb.
Rachel was almost limp. She was still weeping and didn't know why.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh."
Eventually she became quiet. For a long, long time neither moved. At first she couldn't seem to think at all. Then she wondered why he had stopped there. Why hadnt he entered her? Was this some kind of rejection? Of course not. In a flash of understanding she realized his only concern had been for her. A new emotion hit her like a wave. She felt loved. Her tears began flowing once more. She really felt loved.
Rachel reached down for the leg pressed up against hers. It was a strong, well muscled leg. She moved her hand behind her back and felt his penis. It had softened considerably but was still inflated. She gently fondled it and felt it spring to full life.
Rachel moved her other arm under and behind her. She brought her wrists together and grasped his penis with both hands. She again felt his power and her own helplessness.
Javier waited.
Rachel shifted position, skooched up, and spread her legs a bit. She tried to position him into her from behind. Once Javier was sure of her intention he sat up and rolled her over onto her belly. Without a word or gesture from him, she had left her wrists pressed together at the base of her spine.
He retied her wrists and massaged her clit until she was hot and ready again. Then positioning himself between her legs he entered her doggy style. She felt him pumping with long measured strokes and could feel his balls swinging up against her clit. It wouldn't take a whole lot of that before she came a second time.
He loved her. That much was clear. He loved her, and he wanted her, and he knew how to care for her. Javier knew how to make her feel like a woman. Her mind was in a whorl. How did she feel about that?
As Javier hit his stride she heard the passion in his breathing and felt the lust in his movements. She felt his body rhythmically pressing against her cuffed hands and knew she was in love.

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