Chapter 11
“Hi darling, you’ve been out for a while.” Roxanne’s mom, Margaret greeted her from the doorway as they approached the house.
“Yeah.” Roxanne replied in a low voice, looking down.
Chris had put on a pleasant smile through all this, as he silently observed the dynamic between Roxanne and her family. Her mom seemed to be in a joking mood, but he could notice a certain element of a taunt.
“And who’s this young fellow with you? You seem to have been having fun.” Margaret teased further, making it clearer that she was displeased by the fact that Roxanne was this late.
Roxanne seemed to be repulsed by these words, but the thick skin she had developed started to show.
“Oh this, this is Chris, he’s a friend of mine, just dropping me off.” Roxanne explained slightly awkwardly.
Chris smiled at Margaret during this introduction, and extended his hand to shake hers’.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” he said in his gentleman-like manner.
“Call me Margaret, please.” she replied, somewhat eyeing him suspiciously.
“Alright, Margaret.” Chris said with a smile.
“So, in what capacity do you know Chris?” Margaret asked, her eyes darting between Roxanne and Chris as if she was about to catch a lie.
Roxanne’s eyes widened a bit as she seemed to get stressed for a millisecond, but suddenly, as if a switch turned inside her, her facial expressions changed to blank and calm.
“As an art friend, you could say. Chris works with handicraft, he also works at the jewelers that I went to.” Roxanne replied confidently.
Chris had to put in the effort of containing his smile in this moment, admiring just how smartly Roxanne had answered the question, not lying at all, but also connecting Chris to her own activities and interest, leaving, he hoped, no room for doubt.
“Ah, I see….” Margaret replied with her head nodding in acceptance, very clearly forced.
She moved back in the doorway, and invited the two inside with her hand gesture.
“Oh no, thank you very much, but I was only here to drop Roxanne.” Chris replied calmly, wanting to avoid awkwardness in taking his leave.
“Actually, now that you are here, why don’t you come take a look at some of my paintings? Mom’s right, dinner is also pretty much ready.” said Roxanne while putting on a fake jolly smile, and nudging him inward.
There was something in the way she was looking into his eyes, telling him to not ask any questions and just follow her lead.
Chris took a good look at the interior of the house. Considering his day to day business affairs dealt with objects of a specific beauty and aesthetic standard, his eye looked for anything of that sort, and he had much to find. With just one glimpse he could tell that this was an artistic family, the walls filled with frames and paintings, vases in the corners, and an ancient tinge to the furniture in the house.
Roxanne led him to her bedroom upstairs, with Margaret heading straight to the kitchen near the entrance. The only other person Chris saw on the way was a teenage girl, who he assumed was Roxanne’s sister.
Roxanne’s room was much richer in depth than the rest of the house. In some ways, one could even say that her room was a mess. There was a soft board to the right, filled with polaroid photos and colored thumb pins. To the left was a large single bed, with an off-white bed sheet.
The room’s walls were colored maroon, while the wood on the furniture was a lighter shade of brown. To the right of her bed was a bed-side table with a notebook and some pens, and on the left was a working desk with a Macbook on it.
Right in front of the door was the object of interest for Chris, her easel. It was placed right next to the window, to allow for a clear view to the artist. On the easel stand was a palette colored with shades of pink and purple, with a tinge of a vivid azure at the corners.
“This is pretty cool.” he commented, his eyes still wandering.
“Thanks.” replied Roxanne, and went to the working table to put her bag and charge her phone.
She pretended to check notifications on her phone for a bit, not understanding why she was feeling so shy and awkward. At that time she couldn’t have known that in front of Chris’ eyes, she was completely exposed, naked. He walked to the easel, and with his chin resting on one hand and the other one crossed, he absorbed the unfinished painting, taking his time.
There was night, he could see, some swirling stars and a distant moon, and underneath was a mixture of dark colors, crashing into each other. He could see the difference in strokes as well, how the upper part of the painting covering the sky was painted so calmly, with great detail to the shading, while the lower part was rough, made in a hurry, and not very structured at all.
This was difference in moods, he could tell. This is not how she had wanted to make the painting, he could also tell that the lower part came after the upper one.
“What is this?” he asked, still looking at the painting.
Roxanne was caught by surprise by his question. She wasn’t used to people asking her what her art was, or what it meant. It was only natural that she hadn’t put all of that into words properly, and now confronted with the question, was simply stunned.
She walked toward the painting slowly to get a better look, not being able to remember half of what she had done in the lower bits, considering those were made by her in an intense emotional state. In fact, it was her emotional state itself that she was trying to paint. Sometimes a pleasant and contained calm, in others
“Um, I can’t really say, it doesn’t mean anything.” she replied hesitantly, a blank expression on her face trying to shield her shyness.
“Really? I mean you must’ve had something in your mind while making it.” he replied with a teasing smile on his face, as if he knew something about her that she did not know.
“Well……” she said while smiling, and tip-toed close to him and got a clear view of the painting.
One thing she hadn’t told Chris yet, about herself, was that she had a habit of associating colors to memories and feelings. And often she felt such convoluted and mixed feelings, some states in her paintings required disorder rather than perfection.
He moved closer and wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her cheek.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to share. I was just joking around.” he said convincingly, and laid more soft kisses on her cheek.
He wanted to do more, but stopped, not sure about whether she was comfortable doing these things in her house. He wasn’t sure if it was safe either, remembering slight hostility from the interaction with Margaret.
“Thank you for that.” she replied, and hugged him.
This was the first time since they had met that they hugged. And this wasn’t some ordinary hug between friends, this was an embrace filled with romance and passion. Her heart felt a warmth from the way he was holding her in his arms, as if she was his.
She leaned back a bit to look into his face, and said, “I love you.”
He could see from the tears in her eyes that this love was real, and feeling somewhat confused about how such a delicate and innocent person could be his to keep, himself whom he had always associated with intoxicants, dark fetishes, dirtiness. But he was starting to learn that what showed on the face was just like a cover of a book.
He kissed her, felt his lips merging with hers and locking in place, as they moved and slipped in unison. He licked her lips with his tongue, his hand caressing the side of her face, slowly moving down to her neck.
His mouth moved down as well, to her chin, as her face moved up, and he went further until he was licking the most erogenous zones of her neck between the ears and the collarbone. His other hand wrapped around her waist started moving up and down, feeling her bra strap.
Suddenly she pulled away in slight panic, and broke down laughing.
“What?” he asked, giggling himself.
“I can’t believe we just kissed here…..” she was replying, stopped by her laughing fit.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“If my mom saw us, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” she explained.
“Well then we should be glad she didn’t see, you should leave the room locked.” he replied in an understanding tone.
“I can’t really lock the room, not with you inside, that would be suspicious.”
“Hmm makes sense, just be careful, if your parents don’t agree with such things then this could’ve turned out bad.”
“Yeah my parents don’t. Not before marriage.” she expressed reluctantly, not wanting him to think that she was suggesting marriage, even though she really wanted to.
“Hmm that sucks. I’m sorry it’s so difficult for you.”
“Well, to be honest, there is a certain thrill in this…..” she said with the same naughty and kittenish smile on her face that she had in bed, when she called him daddy.
Her fingers were trailing down his chest, slowly moving toward his crotch, as she tried desperately to contain her smile. He found this aspect of hers quite appealing, the way she turned into this completely different person when it came to being sexual.
She was turning him on a lot, as he felt his boner growing and rising. He wanted to do things to her, her clothing reminding him of the night before.
“Well, you can do whatever you want….” he said in his flirty voice, and waited for her to take the lead.
Roxanne looked at the door once, and proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck, touching her crotch against his on tiptoes. She grinded against his crotch, and kissed his lips hard, putting her tongue into his mouth.
They kissed for a bit, then something came over her, and she went and locked the room silently.
“I’m sure no one will be disturbing us for at least five to ten minutes….” she whispered while walking back toward him on tiptoes.
He almost ran for her, and taking her into his arms kissed her hard. Then with his hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her tightly, and picked her up so that her crotch was directly aligned with his, and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
His hands moved to her ass, and he grabbed it tightly making her moan, after which he took her to the bed, and dived on top of it with her under him. His hands roamed her body now, around her waist, under her shirt, and then her boobs, of which his hands grabbed a handful.
Her boobs were soft, and he could feel the hardness of her nipples. He found himself imagining what his dick rubbing between her boobs would feel like, but had learned by now, that just by going with the flow, things were going pretty fast.
Hearing her moaning louder and louder, he remembered suddenly that she had given him a blowjob in the car, on the way here. He pulled away from her lips, and moved down to her boobs, sucking on them over her blouse, and then moved to her waist. Going further down, he lifted her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties.
He kissed her vagina on top of her panties, and then with his fingers slid her panties aside. He gave her a teasing smile, and with his tongue swirling outside, his head disappeared under her skirt, until all she could see was his body moving, and his crotch area slightly thrusting into her bed, as he ate her pussy as if that was for dinner.
Hearing him moan while going down on her, she felt incredibly turned on. She could not have imagined that someone could have enjoyed her pussy so much, that licking and sucking it was giving them pleasure. For herself, she could not put into words the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling on her bed, the bed she had slept on every night and for the first time a man was pleasuring her on it, Chris.
After getting her wet, and licking her till her hole started opening, he placed his index finger against her entrance, and slipped it inside, feeling her wet walls.
His other hand he took toward her boobs, and started playing with them.
He sucked hard on her clitoris, and made his finger go in deep, after which he started flicking her clit with his tongue, while fucking her with his finger, putting pressure on her upper wall to stimulate her g-spot. As he felt her nearing orgasm, he quickly pulled his finger out, and in the same motion, entered her pussy, but this time with two fingers.
Soon he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, as her body arched upward as if some rope was wrapped around her waist and was being pulled from the ceiling directly above her. He kept thrusting with his fingers, maintaining the same pace of flicking on her clit with his tongue, until he felt her body collapse back, and felt the wetness in her hole significantly increased, and then slowed down.
He was imagining how it would feel to fuck her pussy like this, when it was so wet and warm and slippery, but as much as he would have liked to fuck her in those clothes for a third time, he knew that the current circumstances could not have allowed for that.
He felt proud of how fast he made her finish, and the desire that was filled in her eyes after it, as they sat up on the bed, and she smiled at him shyly.
“What?” she asked, looking away, as she saw him looking deeply into her eyes.
“Nothing. Just that, that was pretty hot.” he replied, smiling back.
Roxanne giggled, and looked toward the door suddenly, remembering that she hadn’t unlocked it yet. She got off the bed, and tiptoed to the door, and just as her hand was about to reach the doorknob, there was a knock on the door. Chris immediately changed his posture to sit upright on the bed, and Roxanne gave a gap of a few seconds before opening the door.
“Yes?” Roxanne asked, standing in front of the half open door.
Chris could see her mother through the empty spaces around Roxanne’s thin frame, and could somewhat make out what they were saying. He could see that Margaret was trying to look inside the room to see what was happening, and he maintained a harmless and innocent smile on his face.
“Dinner’s ready, we’ll be sitting in five minutes.” Margaret informed her.
“Alright, we’ll be right down.”
“Also, change. You’ve been in that dress for god knows how long.” she teased Roxanne in reply.
“Will do.” replied Roxanne plainly, and closed the door, passing a shrug and a fake frown to Chris.
He chuckled, and they laughed lightly.
“Oh I wanted to show you something, there’s this comic story I’ve been working on, it’s in this blue notebook in the drawer. I wanted to know if there was something in it or if I’ve just been wasting time. Take a look, I’ll be right out.” she said while wrapping her hair in her hands and walking to the washroom.
Chris giggled, admiring how full of life Roxanne was, and despite such difficult circumstances, despite the darkness in her paintings and artwork, she was somehow managing to stay happy, or at least pretending to be.