InstructionbySeduction (5 page)

“Leah?”

“Yes. Yes I do fantasize about it.”

“You fantasize about something you’re afraid of.”

“Yes.”

“But when you get your opportunity you say no? Is that what
you’re telling me? When your curious desire is about to come true you run
away?”

“I don’t want to run away. I want to embrace it. Enjoy it.”

The pressure increased again.

“Will you embrace it now?” Hale asked softly. “Or will you
sabotage your own growth experience?”

Leah’s heart pounded in her ears. She’d heard that it could
really hurt. But she could always tell him to stop and he would. Or she could
tell him no, never know what it was like and leave him thinking that she’d
always run away from her dreams, wishes and desires.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Do it. God, do it before I change my
mind.”

Hale laughed. “It’s for you, Leah. All for you. If you don’t
enjoy every second of it I want you to tell me to stop.”

“Okay,” Leah breathed heavily. “Why are you cold?”

“Oh I’m hotter than hell, baby. It’s your hand lotion that’s
cold.”

With that the pressure began to give, allowing Hale’s hard
cock to enter Leah’s most private spot. She panted, still afraid but suddenly
excited. She would live this experience, not just be a bystander as though
watching it happen to someone else. Adrenaline surged through her and she felt
light, alive and in control. She made the choices. She would say what stayed
and what went.
She
decided.

“More,” she begged. Hale pushed a bit more, opening her up
to accept more of his slick shaft. He was impossibly huge inside her. Leah
gripped the pillow beneath her and looked up at the headboard. The experience
was raw and real but she just relaxed her entire body and allowed it to happen.

She continued to pant as Hale penetrated her slowly, so
slowly, opening her like the last Christmas present under the tree. Savoring.
Endearing. Dare Leah think…
lovingly.

“How does it feel?” Hale asked.

“Like being born,” Leah said. “Confusing. Joy and
awkwardness. Fear and excitement.”

“You want more of me?”

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

“You want all of me? All of me in your ass?”

Again Hale’s words made Leah feel intoxicated, drunk on the
odd desire that flooded her. He was saying things that would have made her
uncomfortable, even disgusted if they had come from anyone else. But again he
spoke poetry in her ear with his raw questions and demands.

“Give it to me,” Leah whimpered. “Take me.”

How can they mean the same thing when they’re opposites?
Leah
mused. She then felt only the giant pressure as Hale entered her further. At
that point he had to be fully inside her. She was crammed full.

“I have two more inches,” he murmured. “Want them?”

“My God,” Leah said incredulously. “I thought you were all
in three weeks ago.”

Hale laughed, pushing more.

“Jesus,” Leah panted. “Go ahead. All of it now.”

Hale pushed until his pelvis bumped Leah’s butt cheeks. She
shuddered, feeling every bit of him within her. Her pussy creamed
uncontrollably. She never thought it would be like that. It didn’t hurt,
especially with the level of adrenaline pumping through her. It was more like
hyperstimulation, an over-awareness of everything.

“You’ve got all of me, Leah. Are you ready to get fucked
now? Fucked hard and long in your ass like in your fantasies?”

“Oh good God,” Leah moaned. “Yes, do it.”

Hale began pumping in and out of her backside, slowly and
gently at first, then building up to an even, steady pace. Leah felt every
millimeter of him every time he left her empty and refilled her.

“You like the way I fuck you?” Hale asked, and Leah could
hear the amused laughter in his voice. “You like how I screw your tight hole?”

“You know I do,” Leah said into the pillow.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

Hale pumped harder. Leah lifted her head and yelled, “You
know I do!”

“So that means you want it harder? Faster?”

Hale took ahold of Leah’s hips and pulled her hard back
against him. She grunted and moaned. He slid one hand around and played with
Leah’s pussy lips. Hale slid a finger, hard, against her hardened nub and she
shuddered.

“Oh my God,” Leah yelled out to the room.

“Like that?”

Leah couldn’t even answer. Hale rubbed furiously against her
clit and pushed hard into her rear. Leah moaned and writhed beneath him,
feeling as though every nerve ending was open and raw, overstimulated. It was
almost too much.

Leah trembled beneath Hale, feeling the boiling within her
about to overflow. She was covered in her own cream and sweat, filled with
Hale’s stiff, perfect shaft. A tear slid down her cheek as she was overcome
with feeling.

“Take me in,” Hale said gently. “You feel like warm
strawberry jam, sweet and hot. I want to fuck you like this all night long.”

The explosion within Leah was fueled by Hale’s words and
this time she didn’t miss his big moment. Even while she screamed his name and
absorbed the shockwaves of her own epic rush, she felt every pulse as his cock
fed her ass. It seemed like they had melded together—that it wasn’t two
separate events but one legendary blissful explosion that was shared by two
parts of the same whole.

Leah shuddered, still recovering while Hale pulled out of
her. He lowered himself over her and kissed her shoulder blades.

“Leah,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“You’re a sexual goddess.”

Leah giggled.

“Seriously, anyone who can come like that needs to be
teaching others how to do it. Anything less is just selfish.”

Leah laughed into the pillow. Hale continued kissing her
back, then nuzzled her neck. He sucked on her earlobe and she giggled again.

“I’ll be back.” He left her and headed for the bathroom.

“No don’t go.” Leah rolled onto her side and looked up at
him. The room had darkened enough by then that all she could see was his vague
outline.

“I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”

And for the first time he did come back.

When Hale returned from the bathroom Leah was disappointed
to see he was wearing his pants. He sat down next to her and smiled.

“Roll over onto your stomach.” Leah did, wondering what
pleasure awaited her.

The feel of Hale’s hands on her shoulders, massaging and
soothing, was a welcome sensation. He rubbed out the day’s activities, both
stressful and blissful, like he was squeezing honey out of her skin—slow and
easy, thick and sweet. Leah moaned, trying to remember the last time she had a
massage, even one that she’d had to pay for.

Hale continued his firm caress of her shoulders, sides and
down her back. Leah felt like she was going melt into the mattress at any
moment. As her muscles relaxed and became more pliable in his hands, Hale
leaned over her and began leaving small kisses here and there—one on her neck,
one on her shoulder. His lips brushed her skin ever so softly at first she
wasn’t even sure he was kissing her. The gentleness of it was enough to bring
tears to her eyes. When had anyone ever shown her such appreciation? Affection?
Attentiveness?

“Why do you care about me?” Leah asked softly, almost afraid
that speaking would bring out the tears that threatened to spill out but
desperate for an answer.

“Because you care about you, even if you don’t always
realize it,” Hale said. “Because you are beautiful and perfect. Because you are
absolutely you.”

“Those aren’t reasons.”

“Someday you’ll realize that those are the only reasons
worth having.”

* * * * *

Leah awoke the next morning feeling fabulous. She stretched
out, went for another run in the park, then spent an hour preening in front of
the mirror, preparing to head into work for one of the biggest workdays of her
life. Leah pulled the brush through her long red locks, contemplating the
color. She tilted her head forward and checked her roots. The brown was coming
out again.

“Maybe it’s time for a change,” Leah said to her reflection.
She’d been a redhead on purpose for so long she’d forgotten what she looked
like with her natural color. Leah thought of Kelly’s offer for a girls’ night
in and wondered if that wouldn’t be the perfect project for them to do
together.

“You are beautiful and perfect,” Leah whispered, staring at
herself. She felt far less perfect than Hale seemed to see her. “You are
absolutely you.”

But what am I?

Leah smiled at her reflection and said, “Good afternoon, I’m
Leah and I’m the shift manager. What can I help you with today?”

Leah closed her eyes and giggled.
A real promotion
.
And she was going to say yes.
Yes, yes, yes!

Before she walked out the door to go to work Leah cast a
glance over her shoulder at the box.

It’ll make your dreams come true.

Bob was pleased to hear Leah’s acceptance of the position
and told her that he’d make the announcement to the employees on Wednesday.
That gave her Monday and Tuesday night to have her girls’ night with Kelly and
transform her into her new look.

Leah’s shift was short on Sundays so it was still light when
she was riding her bike back to her apartment. She was coasting by a strip mall
when a sign caught her eye—
kickboxing classes here daily!

Leah had only noticed the gym before in passing. But that
day the idea of taking kickboxing seemed to be the only thing she should be
doing. Leah leaned to the right and rode into the parking lot. She chained up
her bike outside of Fit4Life and headed for the door.

As Leah stepped inside the gym and looked around at the
variety of svelte women, buff men and the occasional old guy on a treadmill
looking like he was trying to give himself a heart attack, Leah was reminded of
why she avoided these places. Too many disapproving eyes. Too many hard bodies
to remind her of how soft hers was. Too many mean bitches. Leah took a step
backward.
What the hell was I thinking?

“Can I help you, sweetheart?”

Leah turned her head and looked at the person behind the
front desk who was speaking to her. Instead of a fake-baked beach bunny, the
woman that was giving her a dazzling smile was in her sixties. She was thin but
not scrawny. Fit but not buff. Leah relaxed a little.

“I saw the sign about kickboxing.” Leah reminded herself
that even if the class were full of size twos it didn’t matter. She didn’t base
her feelings about herself on them. “When are classes and how much?”

“Come right over here and I’ll show you.”

Leah walked around to the front of the desk as the woman
pulled out a gold photocopied pamphlet.

“I’m Regina and I can answer any questions you have. Here,
take this. It’s all about the kickboxing and boxing classes.”

Leah took the brochure from Regina and briefly perused it.

“You look all flushed,” Regina said. “Did you run here?”

“No,” Leah said with a laugh. “I rode my bike.”

“Good Lord, dear. It must be twenty degrees out there!”

“Thirty-four,” Leah corrected. “But it gets me where I want
to go.”

“You need a car, honey? One of the guys here has one for
sale.”

“Maybe. So when are the classes?”

“We have kickboxing classes every weekday morning at five,
six and seven and every weekday night at six, seven and eight. Saturday and
Sunday classes are at ten in the morning and seven in the evening. We try to
accommodate everyone’s schedule.”

“Sounds good. How much?”

“If all you want to do is take the classes it’s $60 a month,
no matter how many classes you do.”

Leah nodded. With her new raise she could handle it.

“Is it lots of people who have done it before or…”

“We have beginners often. You won’t be alone, sweetheart.”

“Do I have to buy any gear?”

“Most folks like to buy their own gloves but we do have a
few that we keep around to lend to those who are just getting started. And I’ll
tell you what—there’s a class starting in half an hour if you can get here and
back with some sweats. If you sign up today I’ll even give you the first two
weeks free, no obligation. Just so you can give it a try.”

Leah smiled. She was sure that was the standard deal. She
started to open her mouth to object to the class in half an hour then thought
of Hale. Wouldn’t he say to go for it? Wouldn’t he tell her to seize the
moment?

“If I can get back here in thirty minutes I’ll do it. Gotta
run.” Leah turned and sprinted out of the gym. She raced home, grabbed a set of
sweats and got back to Fit4Life with two minutes to spare. Regina ran over and
helped her wrap her hands while she was leading her to the room where the class
was. She gave her a set of gloves and patted her on the back.

“Good luck, sweetheart!”

The room was only half-full. None of the other students were
size twos. The blonde, buff instructor wasn’t even a size two. Leah breathed a
sigh of relief. She fell right about in the middle.

An hour later Leah could hardly move. She had beaten the
punching bag before her to a bloody pulp. She’d punched and kicked more times
than Bruce Lee and felt like she was ninety-two. Her shins screamed curses upon
her and her entire family as they throbbed from the kicking, shin to bag, shin
to bag about eight hundred times.

“Everybody feels that way after their first class,” one of
the other students said to her. “You get used to it and then it’s way fun.
Stick with it!”

Leah lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her punching
bag still swaying gently nearby. The instructor leaned over her and said, “Look
at the bright side. You don’t have to run home!”

“No, only ride my bike,” Leah moaned, thinking of the mile
of hell that awaited her.

“My God, are you serious?” she said. Leah nodded.

“I’ve got a truck. If you want you can stick your bike in
the back and I’ll give you a lift.”

“For real? Oh God bless you.”

The instructor laughed. “I’ll meet you out front in
fifteen.”

Leah was eternally grateful for the quick ride home. She
found out that the instructor’s name was Brenda and she’d been teaching
kickboxing classes at the gym for six months. Leah was impressed at how easily
she lifted her bike out of the bed of the little red pickup like it was nothing
more than a four-year-old’s tricycle.

“See you tomorrow,” Brenda yelled out the window with a wave
as she drove away.

Tomorrow?
Leah thought, horrified.
I’ll be lucky
to survive the night
. She hobbled up the stairs to her apartment and
collapsed into a tub of hot water. Leah looked down at her shins, swollen and
darkening with the makings of some bruises that would make a football player
proud. She wanted desperately to see Hale but she didn’t think she could handle
one more ounce of physical activity, even if it was with him.

The next morning Leah woke up softly from a deep, beautiful
sleep. She opened her eyes and smiled. She’d dreamed of Hale giving her a bath,
then giving her…all kinds of other things. She stretched out, feeling much
better than she had the night before.

Leah turned her head and looked at her clock. It read nine-thirty.

“Shhh-shittt!” Leah squeaked. She’d slept straight through
her eight-thirty class and would barely make it in time for her ten-thirty
class. She leapt out of bed and dashed into the shower.

Leah’s hair was still wet as she settled down into her seat
for her public speaking class. Once she sat down and was still for a while the
aching of her body began to set in. She’d run twice and taken an ass-kicking
class after being mostly sedentary for years. It was going to take its toll.

Leah woke herself out of her daze in time to hear Mrs.
Larson discussing the final for the class.

“We won’t have a regular test for our final. Your final exam
will consist of a ten- to fifteen-minute speech on the topic of your choice.
The only stipulation is that you have to be speaking as though you’re giving
the class a mini-seminar. Teach us something. Tell us something we can take
with us when we leave. Leave us wishing your speech were two hours instead of
fifteen minutes.”

The class laughed. Leah was still. Ten to fifteen minutes?
That was forever. How could she possibly keep talking in front of the group
that long? It might as well be two hours! And what the hell could she possibly
talk about that would keep the class awake, much less wanting more?

Leah walked home feeling sore and scared. She’d once heard
that the fear of public speaking was worse than the fear of death. Maybe it was
because teachers forced unsuspecting students to act like professional
speakers, she decided.

Once home, Leah powered up her aging laptop and sent an
email to two of her classmates asking for notes from the class time she’d
missed that morning, only half caring if they sent her a response. She was
feeling worse by the minute and still needed to call Kelly.

Leah held down the four on her cell phone, speed-dialing
Kelly’s home phone number. She got her voicemail and asked her to call, then
laid down on the sofa with three pillows and a strong desire for a dream about
Hale.

The blaring ring of Leah’s phone several hours later
interrupted a naked shopping dream. Grateful, Leah picked up the phone and
answered it with a muffled, “Hmmlpho?”

“Leah?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s Kelly.”

“Oh hey, sorry. I was asleep.”

“At three in the afternoon?”

“Yeah. I’m sore.”

“Really,” Kelly said in a very suggestive tone. “He that
rough on you?”

Yes.

“I took a kickboxing class last night.”

“Girl, I totally want to do that! Where are you going? I
should do it with you.”

“Prepare for a total ass-beating.”

“I’m ready for it. So what’s up?”

“I wanted to see if you were still up for our girls’-night
thing.”

“Totally. I’m off Wednesday so we could do it tomorrow
night.”

“Perfect. Can we do it at your place?” Leah decided she
didn’t want to risk Hale showing up in the middle of girls’ night and
suggesting a threesome. It totally sounded like something he would do.

“Sure.”

“I have news,” Leah said slowly.

“You’re getting married?”

“No.”

“You’re pregnant?” Kelly sounded panicked.

“No!” Leah laughed. “You’ll just have to wait.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. And I want you help me dye my hair.”

“Now you’re talking. Blonde?”

“Nope. I’m going back to my old color.”

“Hmm,” Kelly said thoughtfully. “You have news, you’re going
back to your old color…some sort of personal renaissance going on?”

“Could be.”

“Or does Mr. Hot Sex just like brunettes?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Later!”

Leah pressed down the red button on her phone to end the
call and tossed it on the floor. She’d slept away most of her day off. Instead
of feeling guilty as she normally would she felt blissfully at peace about it.
But hungry.

Pawing through the refrigerator and cupboards, Leah began to
feel ill. Processed food, junk food, snacks. She started a pile on the kitchen
table.

“No wonder I feel like shit all the time,” Leah muttered.
“Shit in, shit out.”

By the time she got done she had a trash bag’s-worth of junk
food on the kitchen table and a lime and a bag of baby carrots in the fridge.

“This is ridiculous,” she said to herself. “Where do I work?
A convenience store?”

Leah sighed and helped herself to the carrots, then added
one of the import beers she’d supposedly bought for Hale. An hour later she
walked back to the kitchen table and stared.

For years all the things she saw in front of her had brought
comfort to her. Problems of the day? Lost in a warm bowl of macaroni and
cheese. Rude comments? Frustrations? There was a bag of chips that would take
care of that.