On the other side of the lake

Taya, a petite girl with beautiful blue eyes, always considered herself a bit plump, but others thought differently. Narrow shoulders, a thin waist, and beautiful full hips, with no hint of excess weight. Actually, I had long come to terms with the fact that my relatives considered me scrawny, constantly joking that I wasn't being fed. However—it didn't really get on my nerves; you get used to everything over time. But you simply can't prepare for a turn of events like this. I was lightly dressed, an unbearable heat was outside, and I wanted only one thing: to find a body of water and dive into it naked, headfirst. The opportunity to make this wish a reality

was also there, so without a moment's hesitation, I strode straight towards the nearest lake. The road seemed longer than ever, and that's no surprise when you feel like you're melting both outside and inside. Stopping at the lake's edge, I looked around—a precaution, after all, I wasn't in the middle of a deep forest. Making sure I was alone, I joyfully shed all my clothes and dove into the lake's clear water.

I didn't get to resurface; it was as if something was pulling me down, towards the bottom. I started to resist and thrash, but it was useless, and after literally a minute, I lost consciousness. I came to unexpectedly, even for myself. My thoughts were jumbled, because I remembered I was drowning.

"So someone saved me... Horrible, just not a man, how embarrassing." — thoughts appeared in my head one after another. Getting up from the bed, I discovered I was still without clothes, and none were visible around the spacious little room. Wrapping myself in the thin blanket I was covered with, I stood up and walked to the window. What I saw there shocked me to the core. Such trees didn't grow in my village. I froze, and after a couple of minutes, I heard footsteps outside the door. And then the creak of that very door; at that moment, I began to turn to face the door and was both pleasantly and unpleasantly surprised. A very handsome guy was looking at me. Tall, broad-shouldered, with green eyes and light brown hair tied in a short ponytail, he looked at me and smiled. A blush didn't keep me waiting. I felt my cheeks begin to burn with shame, and my lips trembled slightly from excitement. This state of complete stupor was very familiar to me. Not that I was a coward, but if you embarrassed me thoroughly, there you go. And only one thing could embarrass me—guys. I only dreamed about them, was like a little child, daydreaming, fantasizing, instead of behaving vulgarly and provocatively, luring guys in. This "specimen" still stood there, smiling and looking at me. The color in my face clearly increased, and my knees also began to tremble. And then he realized the whole situation, stopped smiling, and walked straight towards me, stopping almost right up close, and leaned his lips towards my ear; his hot breath burned my skin, I gasped and slid to the floor. The picture was charming: a naked girl, wrapped in a blanket, on her knees on the floor right in front of a guy.

— Sorry if I embarrassed you, — his voice made it even worse; a more pleasant voice simply couldn't exist; it was as if it came from a fairy tale, — I just brought you something to eat; you've been lying unconscious for a whole day.

— W... where... where am I? — I barely stammered with trembling lips.

— At my home, — the answer didn't keep me waiting, — I pulled you out of a pond nearby; usually no one swims there, especially without clothes, and I haven't seen you before. What's your name?

— T-Taya, — I mumbled, blushing even more, — and yours?

— My name is Rick, I've lived here for a long time, I don't like noise, — he smiled again and extended his hand to help me up from the floor, — we should find you some clothes, although you look fine as you are to me.

Getting up from the floor, I started blushing even more, though there was probably nowhere left to blush. I hugged myself with my arms, as if shielding myself from this forward and unembarrassed guy, and pressed myself against the wall, lowering my head as low as possible. The silence now grated on my ears, and the guy seemed to understand he had overdone it and his joke hadn't lightened the mood but only complicated everything. Then one of his hands rested on my waist, and with the other, he lifted my head by the chin and looked into my eyes; I averted my gaze to the side, the embarrassment was limitless, and my body began to be pierced by fear mixed with some kind of excitement. Instinctively, I tried to push him away with my hands; it turned out quite funny—I miscalculated my strength, and he was standing with one foot on the edge of the blanket, so he started to fall, pulling me down with him. The blanket flew open, and now my naked body was on top of the handsome guy lying on the floor. Here, shyness reached its peak; I simply was no longer able to move a hand or a leg. Though now he blushed too; his gaze froze on my bare chest, and his hands naturally rested on my waist.

I began to greedily catch air with my lips, unable to utter a word, and he shifted his gaze to my face. The smile disappeared from his face, and now he was serious.

— You know, — he began quietly but significantly, — it seems I don't want to let you go. It's probably strange, since we don't know each other, and your family must be worried about you, but I want to lock you up here and never let you go anywhere. When I pulled you out, I liked you, of course, but I hadn't seen your eyes, and now, when I looked into them, it was like falling in.

I was silent, in complete stupor, listening to his voice, understanding what he was saying, but unable to say anything. His hands were no longer on my waist; they were stroking my hips, touching my skin tenderly and tremulously. Excitement didn't keep me waiting and rolled through my body in a wave, tightening in my lower abdomen. He, suddenly, stopped touching me and carefully began to get up.

— I understand, you're too timid, you can't resist or say anything; I can't take advantage of that, I don't want to be with you like that, — he smiled slightly and stepped towards the door, — I'll go look for clothes for you.

I didn't understand what happened myself, but my hand grabbed his pant leg. My lips trembled treacherously. My hair covered my face, and my body begged for continuation, for his hands to return and continue. He turned around.

— You don't want me to leave, — his voice was full of surprise, — you want me to stay? But I'm not sure I can control myself, sorry.

— Your hand, — I mumbled, barely pulling myself together, — give me your hand.

He knelt down and extended his hand to me. With trembling hands, I clasped his large, masculine palm and pulled it to my chest, sighing slightly at the moment of contact. His hand twitched slightly, but he understood everything and, pulling me to him by the waist, pressed his lips to mine. The hand that had touched my chest was now gently squeezing it, and his fingers touched my nipple, which by then had already hardened. A quiet moan broke through the passionate kiss. The guy pushed me down onto the floor, onto the ill-fated blanket, and broke away from my lips. He greedily examined my body, touching here and there with his hands, and breathed a bit heavily. One of his hands slid down, and his fingers touched my heated flesh. A muffled moan escaped my lips, and my hands, it seemed, began to live their own life, because they started pulling the guy's shirt off, and then unbuttoning his trousers. However, he got rid of the trousers himself, looking into my eyes once more, as if asking if I was really not against what he was about to do. But my eyes were closed, heavy breathing and quiet moans escaped from my slightly open mouth, clearly indicating my complete agreement. Then the guy lowered himself down, and his hot tongue touched my pulsating clitoris; it lasted what seemed like an eternity, unbearably pleasant and unbearably long. When he realized there was no need to wait any longer, he rose back up and lay on top; the head of his member touched my labia, making my whole body arch in an attempt to speed up the process. (Specially for .org — ) Then he began to enter inside, slowly and carefully, so as not to cause pain, but it was inevitable. Pain pierced the lower part of my body and surged upward in a wave. Gasping, I stretched my hands out in front of me, trying to stop the guy, but he pressed me more firmly to the floor.

— Bear with it, the pain will pass soon, — he whispered in my ear.

His movements became sharper and faster, and after about ten minutes, the pain indeed began to transform into an unfamiliar pleasure. Now the moans became louder and more explicit, and my body moved in rhythm with my partner on its own. In an instant, all the lewd fantasies of a wallflower came to life. He lifted himself up and, grabbing my hips, sped up. A few more minutes at that pace, and there was no strength left to hold back; now I was screaming with pleasure and felt these sensations growing and seemingly approaching their logical end. He also began to breathe harder and tensed his whole body; the orgasm was mutual and simultaneous. The guy fell on me and smiled tenderly.

— You're mine now, — he said, — I won't let you go anywhere.