The Memoir of Veronica Wells

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

“What the f**k is up with these spiders!”

“What the f**k is up with these spiders!”

There had been a nest of spiders living right near my front door in the top corner of my porch awning for a long time. They’re pretty common in Tucson and I’ve gotten used to it. I left them alone and they never bothered me. I guess they’d grown in number since the last time I really looked.

“You mean the Black Widows?”

“Black Widows? They’re Black Widows? s**t!”

The flirtatious words just spilled out of my mouth.

“Now why would a big strong military man like you be so afraid of a few little harmless spiders?”

I tapped Dane’s lips lightly with the tip of my index finger a few times as I said the teasing words. His lips felt soft and moist and I suddenly wanted to feel them all over my body. After teasing and touching him so provocatively, I suppose I deserved everything that would be coming to me later that night.

“A few? There are hundreds of them! And harmless? Their bite is poisonous!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Have any gotten into your house?”

“I saw a couple on the windowsill and killed them with the back of my shoe. I’ve been trying to get rid of them. I read that American Indians would give spiders an offering of tobacco and ask them politely to leave and go make their home somewhere else.”

“Uh-huh. And did you try that?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think the spiders were listening…”

Dane took my hand and marched me over to the cars. He drove me in his car, without asking, to the nearest Circle K. He ran inside to buy something and came back out a minute later.

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see.”

Back on my porch, Dane whipped out the bottle of bug spray.

“Raid. Spiders are like terrorists, Veronica. And you don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

Dane sprayed the whole can of Raid all over the nest and the spiders went into a frenzy, trying to escape, falling to their death off their webs. By the time the can was empty, he had soaked every last spider with a coating of toxins. Though I felt bad for the spiders, I was little relieved they were gone.

“Thank you. That’s better, actually.”

“Can I wash my hands in your apartment? I got some of this s**t on me. It’s burning my skin.”

“Of course.”

What else could I say? I invited Dane into my house, into my life. He washed his hands in my kitchen sink and I gave him a towel. After wiping his hands he suddenly took me in his arms, grabbed the back of my hair with his fist and kissed me hard on the mouth and neck, pressing his body into mine. I could feel the length of his erection pressing against me. Swept up in the passion of the moment, I gave in to him on that very first night we were together. I looked up into his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t think I was too easy and started to open the top buttons of his coat. He made a disappointed face and shook his head once.

“What’s wrong, Dane?” I asked.

He took my hands down from his chest, placing them at my sides, conveying non-verbally that he wanted me to keep them there. I didn’t understand exactly what he was doing, but I complied. It had been a few months since I had a s****l experience, so I just went with it. But the truth I discovered about myself right from the beginning with Dane was that I liked to be controlled, to be told what to do, sexually. I became very aroused when he wouldn’t allow me to take off his clothes, or my own. Looking deeply into my eyes, Dane unbuttoned my coat and took it off. He lifted my arms over my head and peeled off my tight Hooters t-shirt. I felt terribly self-conscious that he stripped off my shirt while he was still completely dressed in his full military uniform. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts. Then he stretched my short pants over my hips and pulled them down my legs. All I had left to cover my nakedness was my pencil-thin thong panties (which wasn’t much). I felt lucky I had just recently shaved down there.

Dane took my hand and guided me into my own bedroom as if it was his own apartment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped his lap. I sat down on him, feeling his erection pleasantly push up into my backside. He traced my breasts and n*****s lightly with his fingertips as he spoke, squeezing and fondling them, at first gently, and then with increasing pressure. He took his time playing with my breasts, petting them. Most guys I’d been with in the past would’ve jumped me as soon as they saw my boobs. But Dane was a different kind of man. He seemed in no particular hurry to make love to me. He played with me and teased my flesh, fondling, squeezing, rubbing my n*****s between his thumbs and index fingers and making them stand even more erect upon my skin. He made the whole anticipation of having s*x into an erotic game, petting me and talking in a sexy way.

“Veronica… your breasts… they’re magnificent. Creamy-white, soft and curvy. They feel so full and heavy in my hands. I love how the pretty light brown rings circle the tips and how your n*****s are so swollen and puffy. We’ll start adorning your body when we see each other tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow night? That was a good sign, I thought. I may be acting a bit like a slut, but we’re not having a one-night stand, at least.

“What do you mean, adorning my body?” I asked.

“You’ll see tomorrow night. When do you get off?”

“At 5.”

“You get off early. Great. I’ll meet you at the restaurant right when you get off. I’m going to buy a few little surprises for our date and we can try them out.”

“OK. I like surprises.”

“I like the way the tips of your breasts demand to be sucked on…”

As Dane talked in such a sensual way about my body, I became aroused and rocked my hips on top of his lap, pushing my backside harder against his erection.

“Veronica, do you like to be touched and squeezed like this?”

“I like being touched. It feels nice,” I said.

“Then… will you allow me… or anyone else I choose… to fondle and suck on your beautiful puffy n*****s?”

My heart rate suddenly increased. What did he say? Me or anyone else? What did he mean by that? Did he want to give me to another man and watch him fondle my breasts and suck on my n*****s? Is that what he meant? Suddenly, the idea of somebody else touching me while he watched was exciting. Ashamed, I quickly repressed the thought. I smiled at him, bit my lower lip and said in a breathy flirtatious voice, “I don’t know about anyone else touching me, but I like to be touched by you, Dane.”

Dane smiled and glanced at the sexy covers of a few erotic books on my bedside table.

“I like your taste in literature, Veronica,” Dane said.

I blushed. During my time between boyfriends, I had been reading some sexy trashy books to keep the fire within me lit. It was embarrassing to be caught reading them. If I knew I was having company, I certainly would’ve hidden them away.

“Veronica, I’ve got an idea. I’d like to write down a set of rules, kind of like a contract we can sign together, if you’d like,” Dane said.

What? What exactly was he proposing now? I could feel my body stiffen at the unusual request. It was one thing reading a sexy scene in an erotic story, but quite a different thing to act one out in real life…

“What do you mean a set of rules? What set of rules?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Veronica. It’s kind of like vows we make to each other, so we know the kind of relationship we like from the very beginning.”

Contracts? Rules? I started freaking out a bit.

“Vows? Contracts? We just met a few hours ago, Dane! This is all happening too fast!”

“Relax, Veronica. Calm down. There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a guideline to tell us what kinds of things we enjoy, what expectations we would have from each other in the relationship. It’s certainly not a legally binding contract by any means… Are you thirsty? Can I get you something to drink, Veronica?” he asked.

“OK,” I said, hopping off his lap, my breasts jiggling up and down. “Shall I get us both a glass of water?”

He took me by the waist and literally seated me back down on the bed.

“No. You stay right here. I’ll bring it to you. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, obediently. Dane left the bedroom. What was happening to me? I pressed my hand to my chest to slow down my racing heart. He returned right away with two glasses of water. I reached out my hand for the glass but he shook his head again.

“No. I’ll hold it to your mouth. Only I decide what goes into and through your sweet red lips,” he said.

Only he decides what goes into my mouth? Hmm… I parted my lips and Dane carefully poured the refreshing ice water into my mouth and down my throat until almost half of the glass was empty, without spilling a drop. He put down the glass on my bedside table and held his hand over my heart.

“Your heart is racing, Veronica. I can feel it beating fast. Are you nervous?” he asked.

“A little, maybe,” I said.

“Tell me… How do you feel right now?”

“My heart keeps pounding. I’m excited to be with you, but also a little dizzy, for some reason.”

“That’s exactly how a submissive feels.”

There was that word again, submissive. It appeared numerous times in the erotic books I was reading, as a way of describing women who had willingly given up control to their men and wandered off into a sensual abyss. I loved those books, but was I suddenly turning into one of those sexy heroines in my own apartment with Dane?

“Submissive…” I said, repeating the word to myself.

“It’s like that, at first. You feel dizzy, your body becomes weak, your heart races. You’ll get used to the feeling, Veronica. Soon, you’ll start giving yourself over to me, completely. The transition has already begun. Do you feel it? It’s a beautiful thing. You’re turning into a butterfly. My butterfly…”

My heart kept pounding faster in my chest and I began to feel more light-headed. I tried to relax but could only take in shallow breaths.

“I think I’m having a little trouble breathing.”

“Take some deep breaths, Veronica, while I fondle you.”

I shut my eyes and tried to breathe in and out slowly while Dane petted and kissed my breasts. I felt his lips and tongue close over my n*****s and suck firmly on them, elongating the flesh even further. I rubbed my fingers through the back of his hair and eventually gained control of my breathing. He stopped sucking on my n*****s and I opened my eyes.

“There. All better now?”

I nodded. As I listened to his hypnotic voice, I tried to get accustomed to this feeling of giving up control, of allowing my body to be touched by Dane and giving myself over more fully to him. I felt myself becoming weaker and more vulnerable with each sexy word he spoke.

“For tonight, there is only one rule to learn, the first rule of our relationship. Veronica, I’m sorry, but you will never be allowed to wear a bra to hide your lovely breasts again. You will always be topless in my presence while inside the home. I should always be able to appreciate your breasts, without anything covering them from my eyes. What’s more, when you go out of the house, when we go shopping together, even when you go to work at Hooters tomorrow, you will never again wear a bra in public underneath your clothes. You will let everyone see and appreciate the full rounded form of your t**s and your thick hard n*****s. Do you understand the new rule, Veronica?”

“Even in public?”

“Yes.”

“At Hooters?”

“Especially there.”

“But Dane… people will stare...”

“That’s right. And we’ll give them something a little more to stare at. What’s more, from now on you’ll only wear the clothes I set out for you. I’ll buy you some feminine, sheer, loose-fitting cocktail dresses that will completely expose your lovely breasts to public view, show off the curves and cleavage of your cute ass and reveal the thin G-string you’ll wear underneath, which will only partially cover your v****a, if at all. Your dresses and blouses must from now on be completely see-through, Veronica. You’ll allow everyone a perfect view of your n*****s and pretty t**s, your ass and the panties that I chose for you to wear. I would also like you to apply a brighter shade of red lipstick, darker mascara and a light blue eye shadow from now on as well.”