Tread Softly

WARNINGS:

This story contains the following: M/F, between a 21 year old man and a 16 year old MINOR, Anal Sex (eventually), Bondage, Double Penetration, Dominance/Submission (on both male and female parts), Posible Fisting, Hand Jobs, Blow jobs, Oral sex of all natures, Has possible Non-Con, EXTREME LEMON, Angst, Extreme Plot and Romance (not mindless sex), lots of unresolved Sexual Tension, and possible Toy play.

Please keep in mind that while reading (I am subject to add other fun things as readers ask it) you are fully aware of what has just been listed- and that you have consented to read such things by continuing into the story ^_^

If your looking for sex you can relate too- even if the first two chapters aren't relatable- you'll find that this is the story for you ^^;

This is the story to touch your heart, and incite your wildest desires. Hold onto yourself though- because a plot must be present first. It’s dark, its romantic- and it just might have a love triangle too- so hold on tight, and enjoy the ride!

Thank you,

The Random Reviewie

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Chapter One:

The End and the Beginning

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"And I being poor have nothing but my dreams,

I have laid my dreams at your feet.

Tread softly, for you are treading on my dreams."

-Yeats

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The first time I saw her I thought of how strongly she resembled her brother- and how, like her brother, she was extremely tall (almost a good three inches taller). It wasn’t until later that I learned that she was wearing heeled shoes which benefited her already lengthy figure, and upon closer inspection, I realized that she looked, not like her brother (who resembled her mother) but her father, to whom I had come to repay my respects.

Let me start from the beginning.

From the first time I saw her, I was dazed.

I had come to see Kevin, who, not including his lovely fiancé, had no other person to whom to turn to in his time of pain and loss. Indeed, I had no earthly clue what to say, or how to act- I was his only friend, at least, the only friend which could “make it” to see him. The chef was a loud, boisterous, obnoxious person, and it was strange to see him in such a manner as I saw him.

You see, I met Elizabeth at her father’s funeral.

Well, not exactly a funeral. I met her at her home- on her way to the visitation. He had died in his bed not even two days beforehand. She, was still in high school at the time (although I did not know this), was at home with her sister and her parents when she was awakened by the screams of her mother and the shrieks of her sister.

But enough of that for now, that is not my story to tell…

Maybe this is morbid… One does not think you will find the love of your life at an event such as that one; but it was such a case.

I only knew of her.

But I knew enough to; as I walked into the door, recognize who she was instantly.

Ah yes, that same beauty… That startled me. I had never seen anything so beautiful, so poised, and so elegant in my life. It reminded me of my mother, when we lived in New York, how she was every time we had a “gathering”. She was a simple woman, with simple features and a plain figure- but she was as great of a lady I will ever know- and possessed beauty beyond anything else…

She was greeting people as they came into her house. I noticed her smile, and like a high school boy, my heart gave a little flutter at that smile. She looked thin, and the simple black dress adorned her body like it was a Goddess. Not saying I was lavishing my wicked mind upon her, but one does notice beauty when it presents itself.

I remember that it was cold, unusual for that time of year, August, as it were. I came towards her as if drawn, and notice with each step the smooth and glimmering shine that her curly hair made while it reflected in the overhead light. Her skin was pale, and there was the faintest sign of dark circles underneath her perfect blue eyes.

Being a simple man, I was wooed by such a home- and such a woman. I was drawn to her- even before I said anything to Kevin, I went to her side.

Sarah found me, and hugged me close just as I neared Elizabeth. I felt the tiny woman’s arms circle my neck and clutch at me. We had been friends long before Kevin and I had been friends; their relationship was what created such a friendly bond. I am not one who likes to be touched, but being hugged by such a close friend did not bother me too much.

We spoke quietly for a moment, and my eyes flickered back over to the girl… Having caught where I was looking, she gave me a quick nod and came over to introduce us.

Sarah didn’t get their fast enough; the tall brunette had gracefully turned in my direction and smiled reassuringly, coming towards me carefully- and almost glidingly.

Now, I am not a short man. I am six feet, with no shoes on- so it is safe to say that I am tall. When she stood next to me, she was taller- but that did not bother me much. As she drew closer I saw more of her face.

She stopped in front of me and I faintly smelled her perfume as Sarah introduced us. I saw in her eyes, Sarah’s that is, a question as she watched Elizabeth reach out her own arms and encircle them about my neck. I felt the softness of her body for but a moment as she squeezed me, and I wondered (characteristically of me) why this stranger was hugging me. I got the feeling like I was the one being comforted, as a mother comforts her child.

The warmth of her breath teased my neck as I got a nose full of the wonderful smell of her hair (which to this day, I still love). She pulled away and extended a well manicured hand, saying,

“My name is Elizabeth,” she said, and I was too amazed to speak, “I am Kevin’s little sister.”

The sound of her voice was like heaven, and I felt a sense of something greater building up in this large room with all the black colors, and all the weeping people, and all the flowers- and the smell of her was tantalizing my senses even as this greater thing grew within me. I couldn’t say anything- or if I did, I don’t recall exactly what was said…

I was enthralled by her beauty.

She thanked me for coming, and said something else (again, I do not exactly recall the words) and then was drawn away by someone else. I watched her go before my attention was taken away from her. Shortly after that, I saw Kevin and gave him a big hug (as big as one can to a man of 6’4”) and felt, to my dismay, my eyes moistening at his own red, puffy ones.

We spoke for a short time and I watched over his shoulder as Elizabeth walked by. We were talking- and she glided by like a ghost- almost as if she hadn’t taken steps, and simply floated. Her head was held high- at an undeniably sorrowful way (it is hard to explain). Her hair curled across the front of her black dress and again, caught in the light.

It was only a moment, but in that time I found me being ushered to the door to go to the funeral home.

The drive there was not memorable- I listened to some music, something to calm my nerves. I always feel uncomfortable when such things happen- I had only been to two funerals in my life- and I had never seen an open casket before in my life.

I did not know her father.

So when I came to the parlor- I stood in the back until I caught sight of Kevin. I hugged him again, and let him go as he said to me, “I can’t leave her alone by herself…”

Now, please, understand this. I did not have any clue that Elizabeth was only 16 years old. It wasn’t until later did I realize this- after I had asked Sarah for her number. It was much to my dismay to realize that… but by then, she was too stuck in my mind to just let her go.

I followed him into the room where a huge line of people waited- all waiting to get to the casket. As Kevin blurred past, my eyes followed the line of people the dark haired lady at the head of the line.

Ah… she made my breath stop.

She was smiling, nodding, and comforting people. I stood there and watched her (for I had no intention on seeing the body up close) as she hugged people, and patted arms, and held hands- and kissed cheeks. Not once did she cry, not once did her smile waver. She held her head high unlike any other woman I had ever seen.

I was deceived by her actions, as to what age she was. But in my defense, she wasn’t, and still to this day, isn’t a common 16 year old. I was admiring her, caught up in her grace, when she looked up at me in my direction.

Our eyes held, and I felt her gaze as she took me in, remember me, remembering my face. I got the feeling of pressure in my chest- as her blue eyes connected with mine I felt the butterflies fly into my throat. She did something then- and to this day I remember at the single most beautiful action she ever made.

She tilted her head, and, her eyes softening undeniably, smiled.

I didn’t look away.

I couldn’t.

I knew then that I had to talk to her again. And even as her attention was drawn away, I realized that this girl was something else. By her appearance alone, she had shown a maturity I had not seen in a woman at that point in my life.

Two days later, as I was coming out of the store I worked out I ran into Sarah (who was just coming in to take over Kevin’s store (right next to mine) that saw me and smiled, grabbing me and hugging me. Sarah was a sweet little lady, but brash. She grabbed me and gave me strong one armed hug and told me how much my presence had helped Kevin.

I inquired about how he was doing and she said,

“Well, it’s hard for him to be there with just his family- I really should be with him… but the business can’t run itself, you know? It could be worse though… his mother isn’t so good though… only time can help them…” and she trailed off sadly. I got the distinct impression that she had been through a lot.

I tried my best to comfort her- but I was getting cold. I wasn’t going to say anything about Elizabeth- but my mouth got the best of me and I just had to ask, “So that’s Elizabeth???”

Sarah smiled and asked me “why do you ask?”

“Well, she’s an amazingly poised lady. How does she manage that kind of composure around so many people???” I asked wonderingly, almost like I wasn’t asking… “I mean, she was so calm and respectful- I don’t think I saw her cry at all the whole time.”

Sarah shook her head, and told me that Elizabeth had been there that night. Of all her family, she must have been the most in shock. She retold of how the evening was (the barest of details of course) and then how she had awoken to screaming.

She then told me that Elizabeth had asked about me.

“Asked about me, what do you mean?”

I was no fool, I knew what that meant. It was best to play this cool, because I wasn’t interested in having sex with her- I was truly interested in the girl who was so poised, and lady-like.

“Well, she wanted to know who you were exactly- and how old you were.” She said.

“And you told her, right? How old is she by the way?” I asked in response. She laughed and told me her age and I almost choked.

“She’s 16 years old? Christ, how can that be?” I sputtered, trying to recover. In my mind, she was 20- I never dreamed she was 5 years younger then I was.

“Yeah, she is, but you’d never guess it,” she said, shifting the weight of the cooking pans onto the other hip, supporting it with the cocked motion of it. “She actually asked me about your motorcycle too.”

Surprised, I asked her how much she had told her about me. I can’t lie- even though she was 16, I was intent on speaking with her- I wanted to.

“I told her you’re an honest man, a good friend, and you lived at home until the 1st of the year,” (and sadly, that information was true at the time) she paused, “that you like cars, and that you’re simple to please… hmmm… I know there was something about being good in bed, as well as a nice spender and a dutiful boyfriend… and kind.” She added as an after-thought.

I joked, “Then maybe you should give her my number then!” and half heartedly meant it.

Completely unprepared for this, she said, “Well, I was hoping you’d talk to her, actually.”

Questions arose in my mind about why she’d want me to talk to this girl, like I was a pedophile- but I realized suddenly that- this young girl was alone in the world… and I decided then that I would be her pillar.

It wasn’t a big thing really. Instead of my number, I gave her my screen name to pass along to her. Sarah corroborated the idea, and told me to keep it a secret from Kevin for now- saying that she’d rather he find out after we got closer.

Since I knew she meant “’till we were dating” (which seemed inevitable from the start of things) I decided I would.

When I returned from home the very next day, she and I conversed for over two hours online, about everything from her brother- to lawn gnomes.

…I think I loved her from the beginning.

…This is our story.

-James

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I hope you like this so far. It’s a sad meeting, true, but this story is based on partial true life. You see, when I was 16 years old, my father died, and I was in the house to witness it. I too, resembled young Elizabeth- and was told of how miraculously I behaved for my family at the time.

It was there that I met my boyfriend.

My Fiancé.

So I hope you enjoy this very personal story- because it comes straight from my heart to yours- with passionate and sad moments all throughout!

Enjoy it!

-Lucy