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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

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

"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

"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

"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

"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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