Perceptions – A fool’s errand…

I can feel his gaze. Traci quickened her pace until she was almost running through the dark streets of her tree-lined neighborhood. Her heart beating at a furious pace; her labored breaths forced through tightening lungs. Footsteps behind her picked up their pace. Traci was afraid to look. Lights were on in and outside the houses, but their lights did not spill out into the streets. Street lights illuminated a patch of street before plunging it into darkness every ten paces under the large trees. Traci stepped on an uneven sidewalk and stumbled forward. Harsh breaths rasped through her nose and opened mouth. Perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead.

Lord, please help me. Traci felt as if God had forsaken her. First with the attack by her boyfriend Ian Walker in college, and now eight years later the elementary school principal Dr. Richard Livingston has been sexually harassing her. Ryan Johnson needs a mention only because of his incessant sexual emails, but I haven’t heard from him since I blasted Gwen for giving him my address. Who does that? He asked for my address I said no, and Gwen felt the need to give it to him. Now I have someone leaving gifts on my door step. Gifts? Pshaw! Raun, her best friend believed it was a random stalker, but I know it’s not. Maybe it’s time I told Raun everything. It has been two weeks since that incident. Everyone keeps calling it an incident. It was highly disturbing.

What is it about me that men feel it’s okay to abuse me? What have I done in my past lives that I must be punished in this one? I thought I was so brave to not depend on Raun to pick me up from the train station. Why didn’t I contact him like he asked? Who is following me and why? God, I promise that if you help me this time, I will join a convent and devote myself to good works. Bah! Who am I kidding? Okay seriously God, if you help me this one time… Traci was one house away when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her steps had lagged; and her pursuer had caught up to her. Traci felt everything inside her freeze before she began kicking and swinging her hands widely connecting to hard flesh, while screaming unintelligible words at her assailant. Eyes closed, she forgot her self defense training.

“Shhh! I’m sorry I scared you,” Raun tried to enfold Traci into his arms. “It’s me honey.”

Raun’s calming voice intruded over her blind panic and rasping breaths; Traci stopped fighting. “Raun? Raun, you scared the shit out of me!”

Traci saw Raun trying to fight the amusement on his face. “This isn’t funny,” cried Traci, pouting. “I thought that someone was following me, and it was you the entire time?” With her heart still beating at an alarming rate, Traci looked over her shoulder, trying to see into the inky darkness. Although she felt safer in Raun’s arms, she still had an ominous feeling like tentacles trying to reach out to her.

“I’m real sorry love. I stepped into the supermarket for a quick second by the time I came out, I saw you walking towards home.” He said home. Does it mean he thinks of my house as home, or is it just an expression? “I thought you were going to call me when you got close, so I could pick you up from the Express bus stop?”

They walked the remaining steps to Traci’s place arm in arm. “I didn’t take the bus?”

“What do you mean you didn’t take the bus?” He said the words slowly as if speaking to a child. “Did you get a ride? Why didn’t they drop you off in front of the house? I called the school and told them that I would pick you up at the bus stop! Didn’t you get my message?”

“Will you listen to me?” Traci pulled him to a stop. She looked imploringly into his eyes, as he explained. “Someone followed me as I walked home.”

“You– walked– home?” The question was asked in a controlled voice. “From where?”

They said simultaneously, “the train station,” one in the form of a question, the other as a statement.
Raun said angrily, as he hustled Traci up the steps his back guarding any attack. “Are you mad or simply stupid?”

“Will you stop yelling at me? I’m okay.” Traci thought it was prudent not to continue the conversation about someone following or watching her. He was becoming so possessive since we made love. What am I saying; I’m also feeling more than possessive.

“Give me the keys,” Raun rasped as he held out his hand.

“Where’re your keys?”

“Don’t start with me Traci. I am so not in the mood! Give me the bloody keys.”

Traci sighed and handed over her keys as she waited for Raun to open the door. Boy is he steaming. Will we have make-up sex? I’ve never had make-up sex before. I can still feel him all over my body. His kisses are implanted on my inner thigh. I so did not want to wash away the smell and taste of him this morning. I was looking forward to some more exploring each other. OMG! I can feel his erection against my ass. Snap out of it Traci. Somebody is watching you and all you can think about is sex with Raun? I know, but… he gets me so wet from just a look, a touch, a kiss. Traci licked her lips and squirmed within his caged arms.

“Traci, I’m disappointed in you. Why didn’t you at least call, so I could pick you up from the train station?” Raun inserted the key in the lock. Looking over his shoulder he scanned the area. Traci’s mind was not processing his words; her thoughts were on the way his body was affecting her libido. “You do know that some crazy fuck is out to get you, don’t you? I thought that was the reason you needed me to stay with you.”

Raun finally unlocked the door, surveyed the street one last time, before pushing Traci inside. He closed the door and engaged the locks. Breathing heavily, he turned her around to face him. He stared steadily at Traci, before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Promise me you will never do something so stupid again.” Traci couldn’t talk, she had never seen that look in Raun’s eyes. It was like he really cared about her. No one had ever made her feel as loved as Raun did at this moment. “Promise me,” he whispered.

“I promise,” she replied before going on tip toes and aligning her lower body with his. Raun inhaled deeply. Traci saw anger war with lust before lust won out. His head lowered as she raised hers; their lips locked as they breathlessly ate at each other’s lips. Traci tried to climb his body. Raun picked her up in his arms and stumbled through the living room to the leather sofa. He pushed her onto the sofa. Staring down at her, he reached for his zipper and carefully unzipped it over his erection. Traci stared up at him as he pulled the edges apart. He pushed the jeans down his muscular thighs. He was commando. His penis bobbed at her, as if beckoning her to come forward. “Traci, pull up your skirt, no leave the boots on. I want to fuck you wearing those boots!”

Traci trembled as she reached for her panties under her skirt. In a half seated position, Traci lifted her skirt, raised her hips, while staring at Raun’s penis. She licked her lips. Traci saw Raun’s hand stroke his dick. He squeezed the head as she licked her lips again. Saliva pooled in her mouth, she longed to taste him. “Hurry Traci,” he growled. “I want you, now!” She pulled her panties off, until they stopped at her knees. Raun knelt on the floor in front of her and helped her pull her panties completely off. He inhaled her. Traci shuddered and pulled his head towards her shaved nether lips. She squirmed on the sofa, as she felt a slow lick. Once… twice… and then nibbles. Raun pulled her to the edge of the sofa, her legs opened wide and pushed against her chest. His tongue was inside. It stabbed, while his nose rubbed against the nub.

“Yes, Oh God! So good, so good. I want… I want…”

Raun lifted his head. “What do you want, baby?”

Gasping, “I want… Oh God Raun! Don’t stop!” She reached out and pulled his head back down. “I want to come. Help me Raun! Help me come.” Traci groaned out the last word and then she shouted his name, as his fingers came into play. He pushed two fingers in and he sucked her off.

“You are so wet. You ready for me, baby?”

“Ummm…”

“Say you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” she groaned in ecstasy.

Raun got off the floor. Traci legs slowly lowered. She was gasping for breath as she tried to stand. Raun helped her. He turned her over onto her hands and knees facing the arm of the sofa. Raun was still wearing his clothes as he entered Traci roughly from behind. They both screamed out their pleasure at the contact. “So good! I can’t stand it.”

“Yes you can,” Raun rasped in reply.

Traci felt Raun’s weight against her back. She felt like she was on fire. So much heat coursed through her body. She could feel the sweat pooling between her shoulder blades and between her breasts. Raun popped the buttons on her dress shirt as he tried to gain access to her breasts. He plucked at her nipples and Traci felt it in her womb. She arched backwards; Raun pulled her up on her knees, her back against his chest. Her hands reached back. She held his head, as he sucked on her neck. His tongue flicked and licked. His hands squeezing and massaging her ample breasts as they both came straining and clawing at each other. They screamed their release! Traci felt as if she was falling. She saw a white blinding light. She feared she may have lost consciousness. They stayed up on their knees, as Raun continued to pump all his essence into her warm haven. It was only through Raun’s strength that they remained in the upright position before slowly falling forward on the sofa. Raun’s weight was heavy but comforting. He withdrew and they both groaned again with pleasure. Raun got off the sofa, pulled his jeans back up his lean hip, fastened the single button, but left the jeans unzipped. He then reached down and picked up Traci, before heading towards his bedroom.

Raun lowered Traci’s feet to the carpeted floor when they reached inside his room. They slowly undressed each other, nibbling at each exposed flesh until they were naked. Traci pulled Raun toward the bed by his awakening body part. This time around the lovemaking was slow, and lasted much longer. They forgot about the stalker, and Traci’s stupidity or bravery in walking home unaccompanied.

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