Edie

Edie

SasatheShy

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Chapter Thirty-Six: What Happiness Should Be

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Embarrassed and saddened, Aleah flung herself onto her bed. She pushed her face into the comfort of her pillow, not caring to slow down the highly welcomed tears pouring out of her eyes. She shook her head, completely baffled with herself. How could she just blurt out to him how she felt? Now, she knew, he probably hated her. Now, surely, she would be kicked out onto the streets, just like her sister before her.

“It’s not fair,” she cried. “It’s not…!”

She slowly turned on her side, turning her back on the door. She stared over at her plain wall, trying to calm down. She scrunched her face, miserably whimpering. She put her free hand over her face while closing her eyes tightly. She saw her self shouting out to Mark in her mind… The image repeated, causing her to have further humiliation.

“I’m a -- an idiot,” she sniffled. “Why am I s -- such an idiot?”

Brushing back her hair, Aleah snuggled into her bed. She started to simmer down, some. Her whimpers quieted. She figured that a little nap would help make things better.

As she tried finding sleep, Aleah soon heard soft pattering outside of her bedroom. Scared, she quickly turned to the door, sitting up some. She noticed the hint of a shadow pacing at the crack between floor and door. In seconds, it halted right in the middle… And Aleah prepared for the worst.

Three gentle knocks made her jump. She lifted the pink and yellow covers on her bed, determined to fake sleep. But the envisage on being caught made her lips move.

“C -- come in,” she stuttered.

The door seemed to purposefully take its time opening, allowing Aleah the few seconds to fear for the worst. She predicted it to be Mark with Cain, ready to demand her to pack her things and get out as soon as possible.

She saw Mark… But where was Cain?

It was only Mark. He eyed her before closing the door behind him. He silently stood there, then. His hands were in fists, and Aleah noticed their shakiness. She shifted her eyes on his face, seeing that he was glimpsing down at the floor. He appeared to be in deep thought, and this made Aleah very curious.

Shortly, he glanced up at her. He looked neither upset nor angry. His emotions were about in between. He moved one foot forward, taking about three baby steps. He tried closing in on her bed, but he hardly moved at all. And his eyes never left her.

After a moment, he spoke.

“You -- love me?”

The Cretchen’s outstanding question pleased Aleah. She nervously sat up more, trying hard to keep in a build up of sudden joy. Having heard Mark ask her this in such a tranquil voice made her ponder what was happening.

“Y -- yes,” she finally whispered. “I do, Mark. I really, really do.” She had grasped her covers tightly. Her knuckles had turned white.

Watching Mark take a step back was unpleasant. Aleah did not want him to run. She slowly crawled to the end of her bed, and she stepped onto the floor. She wiggled her bare toes, doing this to relax some as she moved closer to Mark.

“Please,” she breathed out, “Don’t go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I am just completely -- shocked, Aleah. How long have you been in love with me?”

“Since the beginning,” she sniffed. “I know it sounds stupid…”

Mark shook his head. He sighed as they were soon only an inch apart. “I’m an idiot.”

Aleah gaped. She stared up at him, stunned. She shook her head and covered the final inch. She put her hands against his arms. She blushed some. She loved how his muscles felt. “That’s not true.”

“You were always watching me,” he smiled, “From around every corner. I’ve always noticed, too… But I didn’t think anything of it. And now, you always come to my door at night, and tell me goodnight. I should have realized -- I’ve been stressing over my work, I guess.”

Hardly believing her ears, Aleah took a step back. She kept her hands on his arms, however. He didn’t seem to mind. “Are you sad by this?”

“No,” he whispered. “I’m not sad. I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

“I’m struggling to understand why I -- care so deeply about your feelings.” He had said this truthfully. He raised his arm, then, daring to reach out and touch her adorable face. He pulled it back, though, ignoring his dare.

“What are you saying?” Aleah asked, sounding excited. Could he possibly be having some sort of feelings for her? She finished the dare he could not start. She brought her hand up and touched his left cheek. She could feel some tiny, fuzzy hairs. She almost giggled, for the hairs tickled her fingertips.

“Mark?”

“I don’t know,” he shivered. Her touch made him ache, but not painfully. He stared down at her.

Damn, her eyes were beautiful. He had not noticed before. He had always been too busy worrying over his captain, and every detail of his work.

Hooked on his work like some fish made Mark cringe. Lately, he’s been extremely busy, not even getting the time to admire what was around him; not even taking the time to notice Aleah, and how she felt about everything that had been happening since Edie popped back into the captain’s life.

He was suddenly feeling like the guilty one. He had pestered his captain too hard. And he worked too hard.

“Mark?”

Blinking, Mark shook his head. He stared back down at Aleah. This time, as he lifted his arm, he was able to slide it over her soft, small cheek. He made her moan. He watched her beautiful orbs nearly shut.

“Forgive me,” he said, then. “I’ve been an ass to you.”

Confused, Aleah tilted her head cutely. Her doing this made Mark chuckle on the inside. He tensed up, suddenly growing an odd sensation.

“You’ve not been an ass,” she said.

Sighing, he shook his head. “Yes, I have.” She was being sweet. He figured she would. She did love him, after all…

And him? How did he feel about her? Did he have a possible similar interest? He felt like he did. Staring at her in such a way, for the first time, excited him. And yet, also scared him. He took a step back, and turned his back on her. He stepped over to the door, and placed his hand against the cold door handle.

“I should go,” he whispered. “It’s getting late.”

Just as he turned the handle, he felt her arms wrap snuggly around his waist. She pushed into him, hugging him from behind. He froze, hearing soft sobs leaving her. He could feel the vibrations of her shakes as she shook her head wildly back and forth.

“Don’t leave,” she said, desiring him. She rested her cheek against his back, rubbing along his back like an affectionate cat. “I don’t want to be alone. I want you to stay with me, Mark. I -- I want you…”

Sensing Mark’s shock, Aleah slowly let go of him. She moved back, wrapping her arms around herself, this time. Had she really just said that to him?

Lifting her head, she watched him turn to face her. He stared down at her strongly, but he was showing no signs of being angry. In fact, his orbs were glowing lustfully. He shuddered some. Quickly, he eyed the door. He sighed as he looked down, thinking about what he had to lose. Nothing, really. If he went back to his bedroom, he’d just sit at his desk, robotically reading through and signing papers for his captain. Every night, it was the same: dull, pathetic, and depressing. He’d sit like a zombie, doing all and everything he could in order to make his captain proud.

But he finally realized that he was sick of it. He was sick of his captain’s change. He was sick of doing all the work. He was sick of being depressed.

A change could do him good, too. At least, it couldn’t hurt.

Slowly, he looked back at Aleah. She had not moved from her spot. She was staring at him sadly, though, thinking the worst. She was about ready to lower her head in defeat -- she was only stopped by a sudden difference in Mark.

Surely and amazingly, he smiled at her. He smiled, and he then whispered to her.

“I’ll stay.”

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Mark helped himself to a seat on Aleah’s comfortable bed. He rested back as he eyed her, knowing that she was very happy with what they planned on doing. She was smiling, but even so, Mark could sense her nervousness.

Aleah’s never felt so happy. She smiled cutely down at Mark as she stood before him. She rubbed her hands over her covered body, gracing along her cottony, white nightwear. Though Mark’s not told her he loved her, she knew she still wanted him. She’s craved for his touch for the longest time, and now, she was finally going to achieve it. Even if he never admitted loving her, she knew she’d treasure this one night.

She was going to give her virginity to him. It’s been her dream. She may had given Pip her anal self, but she knew that Mark deserved her vagina. She wanted him to adore it, to please it, and take it. She wanted him to know that it was all his, and no other man would get such a wonderful offer. And, of course, he was going to get her breasts. She blushed at the thought, excited and jolly. She had only allowed Pip to ever slightly kiss her nipples… But Mark was going to get the full show. He was going to get everything.

Soon, Aleah had her nightwear slipped down her body. She tugged at her undergarments, pushing them down along with as both slid to her ankles. In seconds, she was standing nude before him, hot and ready.

Thrilled, Mark smiled. She would be his second. But her body was so young and beautiful -- he knew that having her would be fully different than when he had Tonisha. Now, he was the one ready to give. He was no longer a virgin, but he knew that Aleah was. She had been saving herself for him. It made him feel flattered, really. He did not feel weird by it, not since Aleah loved him. He knew that this night would not even compare to the one he had with Tonisha.

After all, Aleah was no prostitute.

He took in her nude form. His eyes traced over her round, bountiful breasts. He tensed up at the sight of those adorable, red nipples aching to take a peak at him. His eyes lowered, then, looking over those few dark hairs hiding what rested between her legs. Aleah had not shaved since that night her sister insisted on it -- her hairs had grown back, fuzzy and short.

Feeling wonderful, Aleah turned for him. She gave him a show of her round, soft behind before facing him again. Her cute smile never left her. Mark knew that she was quite ecstatic.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. He smiled for he had made her blush.

“Mm…” she hesitated. “Really?”

“Oh yes,” he nodded. “Very beautiful.”

And she felt beautiful. She looked away, momentarily, while covering her breasts. She shivered in place, thinking back on her single sessions she’d have when alone. Her once curious masturbations had her imagining Mark was doing naughty things to her body. She would moan happily, enjoying his invisible penis as it invisibly pounded her as she rubbed her clitoris roughly.

Opening her eyes, she looked over at Mark. He was patiently sitting there, waiting for her to make the first move. Slowly, her eyes shifted on his green pants. She smiled..

Now she was finally going to see it. She was going to see Mark’s penis.

Eagerly, she stepped up to him. She got on her knees, and worked at the buckle holding his pants up. She knew he was watching her. She felt over his pants, already surprised by the fact that he was very hard.

‘I want to see it,’ she thought. ‘I want to see Mark’s penis.’ Pulling, she forced her hand into his pants. She soon found her fingers grazing over the hard, warm skin. She wrapped her fingers around the large shaft. She smiled. It was thick and much longer, it seemed, than Pip’s was. She struggled to release it. When she had terrible luck doing this, she heard Mark grunt and chuckle. She looked up at him, pouting.

“I want to see it.”

“Here,” he whispered, raising his behind. He lowered his pants, then, releasing his erection. He sat back down. His pants were now at his ankles. Leaning back some, he grinned. “There.”

Incredible. Aleah was astounded. She eyed the long, thick penis. Fully erected, it pointed up at her, greedy and prepared. It was not that much larger than Pip’s, though. Aleah had always imagined Mark having a huge, glorious penis. But it was average. However, she did not care. It was still Mark’s penis. Mark’s wonderful, incredible penis.

“It’s…” she began. She reached out to touch it. Her fingers graced around the thick shaft. She stroked it gently, causing a groan to pass through Mark’s lips. “This is -- Mark’s penis?”

Mark blinked. He tilted his head, smiling. Aleah looked so adorable, being so curious about him and his body. He tensed up as she stroked him a bit faster.

Scooting closer, Aleah inched her face just above it. She eyed the dark tip, the stem, and even the not-so hairy balls. Which, she noticed, were larger than Pip’s own.

She smiled. She was happy with what she saw.

“Mark’s penis.” Sighing, she let her tongue out. She licked up his shaft, before circling her tongue around his tip. And then, she moaned as she took it all into her mouth.

As he was suckled on, Mark sighed loudly. He rested nicely against the bed as he watched Aleah work her magic. She worked his penis diligently. He started pondering if she’s done something like this before. He was certain she was a virgin. Perhaps she had done some oral jobs when she had once worked for her sister? The Cretchen didn’t want to think of such nasty thoughts. He only wanted to enjoy what Aleah was giving him.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, moving at a decent pace. He saw bits and pieces of unprofessional movements. For one, he heard her gag a bit from trying to force his penis into the far back of her throat. He thrust his hips back some, not wanting her to choke to death just in order to make him feel good. She also sprouted her lips out more. To Mark, she resembled a blowfish. It made him chuckle. She almost looked silly.

Halfway through sucking on Mark, Aleah traced her right hand down her stomach. She pushed her fingers between her legs, and rubbed at her vagina. She was determined to get as wet as possible. And this would not be difficult. Just thinking about Mark drove her crazy. And now, she was giving him a blowjob! She was already dripping wet. Doing this almost made her lose her balance. She had to bring her hand up, then, and attach it to Mark’s leg in order to keep from falling over.

Mark gaped. He looked to her fingers now resting on his leg. He saw that they were glistening. He could feel the stickiness. It made him groan. He peered down at Aleah. She was turning red.

“Aleah…” he groaned. He gently pushed her off. She whined, but he only chuckled. “Take a deep breath.”

Panting, Aleah sighed as she licked at her lips. She stared up at him, blushing. “M -- Mark…”

“Ready for me?” he asked. He received a swift nod as his answer. He saw that she was getting a bit antsy.

Grinning, Mark got to his feet. He stepped out of his pants, and then he removed his boots. Aleah stood back, watching as she rubbed her breasts. They were starting to irritate her, for they were feeling sensitive. She froze just as soon as Mark removed his shirt. She eyed his chest, seeing it was a bit hairy, but not much.

It looked exactly how she had pictured it: strong, muscular, and handsome. She moved up to Mark, once he was completely nude, and she pressed the palms of her hands over his light nubs. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest, admiring it. She glanced up at him, hinting his parted lips. She breathed out, shuddering as she leaked some more.

“Touch me?” she pleaded, then. She pushed back some as she smiled sensually up at him. Well, at least as sensually as she could do. She came out looking more sweet, and pretty.

Smiling, Mark brought his hands out. He touched her smooth hips, caressing her amazing skin with his fingertips. He groaned, watching as she started swaying her hips side to side. Mark joined in. He brought his hands around to squeeze her small butt-cheeks, happy to gain a moan.

“Please…” Aleah gasped. “Mark…”

Stepping back, Mark took her hand in his. He smiled at her before leading her over to the bed. She twirled, and placed her behind on the edge of her bed. Glancing up at him, she blushed when she realized he was stroking his penis swiftly, waiting for her to lay down.

Her nerves were back, but even so she knew there was no escaping the lust she had. She did lay back. She pressed against her bed, and she spread her legs all on her own. Bringing her hands down, she rubbed over her knees. She was trying to act sexy for him. Her smile never lightened, not as he got over her.

Looking down, Aleah eagerly eyed Mark’s throbbing penis. It was so close to her now. It looked bigger. She knew what it wanted. And she was glad.

“Mark?” She looked up at him. “I want it -- in my vagina… But…”

“I’ll go slow,” he smiled. “I promise.”

Blushing, Aleah nodded. She spread her legs more, granting him a spot between her legs. He fitted there nicely, balancing on his knees as he brushed his long length between Aleah’s moist lips. His motion caused her to gasp. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes brightened. She giggled some, from his teasing. But she was not satisfied by a simple, single brush.

“Put it in,” she said firmly. “Please?” She opened her vaginal lips wide, then, showing off her deep, wet hole to Mark. Many times, she had done this on her own, staring up at nothing. But now -- now she had the real Mark there, and his real, breathtaking penis was just inches from penetrating her. “Please?”

Unable to hold back any longer, Mark obliged to Aleah’s wish. He grabbed her hips with one hand, while using his main right hand to grasp his penis. He gently hit his tip over her clitoris a good few times before easing into her.

Compatible gasps escaped their tight throats. Mark pushed only halfway into her, stopping briefly to give her the time to adjust to his size. He stared down at her, knowing full well that she was feeling slight pain. Her eyes brightly sparkled, though a single tear managed to leak out her right eye.

To Aleah, the feeling was unbelievable. She had held her breath the moment Mark entered her. But she had to let it out, dubious of the outcome. She felt the shaft squeezing into her, touching against her inner walls. A sudden electric pain made her realize that her hymen sliced, and her virginity had been taken. But she was thankful. She did not even apprehend the fact that he was only halfway in her.

“Here comes more,” she soon heard him whisper. And a second gasp left her as she felt the rest of his penis digging into her. This time, it hurt more. She arched her back, and her teeth just nearly missed her tongue as her head fell back.

“Ooh.” she cooed. She wiggled some, trying to get used to the new tingling coming over her. She stared up at him. Showing no fear, she smiled and rested her hands on his shoulders. “Move?”

“So soon?” he gaped.

“Move, Mark. Please?”

Obeying, Mark carefully pulled back before plunging right back in. He made Aleah squeak loudly, but she encouraged him to continue.

The pain did not seem to take long to go away. Aleah could not explain the great amounts of pleasure covering up the pain. The very spark made her move her own hips, joining in with Mark’s.

It was truly happening. Aleah could hardly believe it. Mark was fucking her. She was fucking Mark. They were making love. His actual penis, the one she’s longed to touch for so long, was rubbing her insides perfectly, guiding her towards the direction of orgasm.

‘Mark’s penis,’ she thought lustfully, ‘It’s inside me! It’s really inside me! I -- I can feel it -- I can feel him… Oh God, thank you!’

Panting, she soon had a fresh smile. She kept her eyes locked on Mark, as she had promised herself. She saw that he was really enjoying her body. He had started to pick up the pace, yet even so, he was still gentle.

“Mark,” Aleah moaned. “More…”

Minutes passed. Aleah’s vagina was now used to Mark’s penis.

On her hands and knees, Aleah squealed with every given thrust. Her tongue stuck out some as she fell forward. She grasped the bed sheets. Mark was fucking her wildly, now. His thrusts pushed in and out of her with littler than a second’s spare. He was sweating, but he kept quiet. He was enjoying hearing every little noise Aleah made. She was so adorable and pretty. Her vagina, though used to him now, was still small and tight. Her insides unprofessionally tightened around his penis every other second. He knew that if she kept that up, he’d surely release inside of her.

Reaching a sneaky hand around, Mark grasped her left breast. It jiggled in his hand, softy and sticky. He squeezed it hard, causing Aleah to gasp. Her vagina squeezed more, and he listened to her shriek as she had her first orgasm of the night.

“Oh!” Aleah gasped. She shuddered all over. Her dazed eyes stared blankly at the wall as she smiled.

‘I came.’ Her thoughts brought happiness. ‘Mark’s penis made me come. He made me come.’

She sighed as Mark continued giving her great sex.

More time passed. Aleah was on her back now. Her legs rested nicely over Mark’s shoulders. He pounded her fiercely, now, pounding deep down into her perfectly. And with her buttocks being in the air, it made it easier for Mark to thrust.

Sweating all over, Aleah was still panting, still shrieking. Mark had made her orgasm so many times, but she still wanted more. She wanted as much orgasms as possible before it’d end.

Mark groaned. He leaned down, and took Aleah’s left, perky nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, and gave it a little pull. Aleah shrieked. Her eyes rolled back some, and Mark gasped. He could feel more of her juices surrounded his still very hard erection. He went faster, still. He knew that he was close.

“Aleah…” he groaned. He eyed her, showing her that he was about ready to release.

“I -- inside…” she panted. “Inside…”

“What?”

“Please come inside of me…” she begged, holding him close. “Please, Mark?”

He shook his head. “Are you sure?” But even though he asked this, his hips would not stop moving. He groaned. “Aleah?”

“Yes!” she cried out. “Inside…! Don’t stop!”

Mark knew he didn’t want to exit her. Positioning himself better, he started giving her everything he had. He pounded her pink vagina, enjoying the squishy sounds it gave off as he neared his end. He closed his eyes, listening to her satisfied moaning.

“Coming!” he heard her cry. “I’m coming! I’m --! Ah!”

And just as Aleah released, so did Mark. He groaned as he filled her. He could feel his warm seed leaving him. He shook as the pleasure overtook him. He continued to pound her, not wanting the tingling, glorious sensation to stop. His entire body shook greatly. He was sure that he had filled her to the brim.

It ended, then. Panting, Mark fell over her. He held her sticky body close. His ear placed just above her bosom. He could hear her heartbeat rapidly thumping.

The seed was so warm. Aleah could feel it filling her womb. She could feel it trickling out of her, too. It was so much! And it made her feel wonderful. She sighed happily as she leaned her head back. Her arms draped nicely over Mark as she snuggled him against her.

“Mark?” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

Opening her lips some, Aleah closed them out of panic. She opened her eyes, and found Mark staring down at her. Seeing his handsome, glowing face made her smile. “Kiss me?”

Surprised, but willing, Mark nodded as he leaned over her. He glided his lips gently over hers before pressing down.

Aleah sighed. She moaned as she was kissed. She tightened her hold on him, not wanting to let go.

‘Yes,’ she thought. ‘My first kiss. My first kiss and first time -- with Mark.’

She never imagined she’d obtain her happiness.