Into the Garden Ch. 04-06

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Things heat up with the debutante and the help.
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Part 2 of the 9 part series

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CHAPTER 4

Living in the same house, Belinda and Sam found themselves bumping into each other, although neither seemed to realize the sudden rush, the sexual jolt those meetings brought about in the other. After a few days, Belinda screwed up her courage and headed down the hill to the construction zone in the garden. At least she had that to cover what was her growing curiosity about the handsome young man living and working in her home. Sam and Mr. Sims were only too happy to show her how the plans were coming to life: where the rock waterfall would be, how it would flow into the small faux stream and come to rest in a lily pond. She explored the benches that would hide all the pumps and electronics that would maintain the system.

She also made it a point to "happen" to be outside when Sam took his lunch breaks on the back patio, even offering to carry his lunch out so Mrs. Sims could keep on with her tasks. She just had to make sure her mother wasn't around, "Really, Belinda," she could hear her how mother's haughty voice would sneer, "how could a girl from such a fine family turn out so common. Waiting on the help..." She'd stand and talk to him for a few minutes, learning that he was getting ready to start the last year of his M.B.A program at State. Funny that they went to the same university but never met, but that's the way it was. People "kept to their own kind." Every single girl in her sorority was white, and it was the same for all the sororities and fraternities, except those that were exclusively black. Classes were mixed, but outside the classroom door, State was almost totally segregated.

As the days passed, she'd find time between working on her courses and planning the kitchen work to "come down to check on progress" of the water garden. Out of sight of the house, she felt comfortable sitting on the new stone benches that he had built, talking to him while he worked for as long as an hour while her father was at work and her mother was out with her ladies who lunched. They learned they liked quite a bit of the same music—classic soul and bluegrass—were both interested in international relations and politics and admired many of the same authors and professors.

Sam found his feelings changing. At first he assumed she was like the other Pi Phi's he'd had classes with at school...trading on their looks because there wasn't much upstairs other than plans for their next vacation or trip to the spa or anywhere else that took daddy's credit card. Not that Belinda didn't take care of her looks or what she wore. He could tell by looking at her that she spent time making sure her skin was smooth and soft and her hair gorgeous, and her clothes were perfect, elegant and classy but never disguising that there was a beautiful body underneath. But he could tell it wasn't a topic of endless fascination for her; it was just something girls like her did. He still thought about her at night, but part of him felt guilty using her as a fantasy, now that he saw how kind and intelligent and truly interesting she was, and not at all like her mother, who hadn't bothered to learn his name even though he lived in her house. Still, he couldn't help himself, and she was the girl he stroked himself off to night after night, his disk hard in his work-calloused hand until he shot his load. He had even, he was embarrassed to admit, caught a few pictures of her ass on his iPhone that he looked at when he pulled his rock-hard cock out of his boxers and rubbed himself until came.

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CHAPTER 5

The summer might have gone on the same, but for a chance meeting one night. In his room in the servant's wing just off the kitchen, Sam awoke one night to hear sounds coming from down the hall. He took a moment to get his bearings and make sure it wasn't the wind or the house shifting...there was definitely someone in the kitchen. Looking around the room, he looked around for something he could use as a weapon, but the heaviest thing he could find was a thick book. "Better than nothing," he thought, as he crept down the hall toward the kitchen, hoping that the intruder was smaller than him and that he would be aided by the element of surprise. Peering around the corner, he laughed out loud. There was only one small light on over the stove, but he caught sight of the "intruder" at the refrigerator, her honey brown hair in a low twist and wearing a nightgown as she picked up a late-night snack.

"What's so funny?" Belinda asked indignantly, turning around with an apple in one hand and a bottled water in the other.

"I thought someone had broken in," Sam told her, still chuckling. "I was coming in here to knock you out with this," he said, holding up a dense history book. Now it was Belinda's turn to laugh, and, as she did, Sam noticed what she was wearing, as well as just how sexy it made her look. Thin lace straps went over her shoulders, holding up the soft pink satin nighty that cut to a low vee in the front. Another band of lace ran just below her B-cup breasts. The shimmery fabric went down loosely from there, coming to mid-thigh, and it was thin enough that he could see the shape of her nipples through the garment, her narrow waist and her toned thighs. "So, is it true what they say about 'Pi Phi Pajamas'? Sam asked in a husky voice. It certainly looks like it is."

Belinda caught his eyes staring and her breasts, and, before she could even think, it was like an electric shock hit her, causing her nipples to crinkle and tighten, making them even more visible through the nighty. "Yes," she answered. "That particular rumor is true." She had joined the sorority, the same one her mother had belonged to, mostly to keep her parents happy. It was nice not living in the dorms, but some of the rules were a bit odd. Take the "Pi Phi Pajamas." With a well-known goal of helping the members earn an MRS. degree, the house cultivated a certain aura. After 9:30, when the servants had gone home and only house mothers and sisters were allowed on the property, the sisters were required to wear nightwear that was deemed "suitable for a husband." That meant no sweats and slippers, but instead plenty of satin and lace. It also meant that her father, who had been hooked by the Pi Phi mystique back in her mother's day, didn't question the large purchases on her credit card at Victoria's Secret and Agent Provacateur when the bills came due each month.

Sam set the book down on the kitchen counter. He was trying to keep his breathing even, but moving his gaze between Belinda's enchanting green eyes, which he had just noticed had golden flecks in the green, to the gold lace straps to her breasts, that was becoming difficult. He had come out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of loose pajama bottoms, which were inadequate to the task of holding in his rock-hard erection. Belinda found her breathing matching his as she admired his sculpted pecs, normally covered by a t-shirt when he was working, and she gasped slightly when her eyes dropped below his waist and she noticed the effect she was having on him there. Teasingly, she said, "So, you were going to knock me out with that book? Looks like you've got something a little harder you could have used as a weapon."

Their eyes locked on each other, the two stepped closer together until they were just an inch apart. Belinda could feel the heat coming off Sam's body as he leaned in and kissed her softly. They explored each other's lips, then Belinda opened her mouth slightly and inserted her tongue as the pair moved to a deep French kiss. She shuddered with desire.

Sam broke the kiss, concerned, "Are you cold?"

"Not at all," she sighed. Drunk as he was with lust, something cleared in Sam's head. "I should get you a blanket. If anyone found us here like this, I'd be lucky not to have the sheriff dragging me out in cuffs." He grabbed a soft chenille throw from the family room for her to wrap up in. Belinda was a girl who was used to getting what she wanted, and right now what she wanted was more of Sam Greene.

"You're right, she said. "I'm going to have to find a place where we can have more privacy."

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CHAPTER 6

The next morning, Belinda put her plan into action. At breakfast she told her father that there was too much noise in the house for her to concentrate on her studies. "What kind of shape is Uncle John's studio in?" The property contained a wood lot of several acres, and in it stood a small cabin that had been built as her Uncle John's writing and painting studio he lived in town. He's built his own house in the country now, complete with a studio, so his old one stood vacant, surrounded by trees.

"Pretty good, I guess. Hank checks on it twice a year and fixes anything that needs fixing. It probably just needs a good cleaning and airing out."

"Could you spare Mrs. Sims for a day, Mom?"

But before she could answer, John answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Your mom needs the help around the house. I'll send out one of my cleaning crews." In addition to the building supply company he had grown from a single location when he inherited it from his father to a state-wide business that was poised to expand across the region, Mr. Sutter owned a number of rental properties, and he had a cleaning crew that kept them in shape. "Just call Janie at the office and tell her I said it was okay," he instructed his daughter.

For the three days it took to get the studio in order, Belinda did her best to stay away from Sam, although she couldn't help but tease him a bit. She got up early one morning when she knew he would be gathering his tools and supplies for the day and made sure she was doing yoga on the back patio when he came out to start work. Seeing her bent over in Downward Dog position wearing a pair of form-fitting yoga pants and a sports bra, Sam thought his cock was going to rip the front of his work shorts open. Susannah, who was sitting on the patio having coffee, was oblivious. "I'm so glad to see you are watching your figure," she told her daughter approvingly. "No man wants a woman who doesn't take the time to keep herself looking good." Switching to Cobra pose, Belinda could see Sam walking with an uncomfortable gait toward the shed. She knew she wasn't the only one watching her figure.

Her father had checked out the cabin and asked her not to look until it was fixed up. Finally, the little studio was ready. Belinda and her father walked down to see it. It was just one room with a bathroom. Two windows with shutters flanked the front door. As she entered, she saw that it still had her Uncle John's old desk. A fan and beautiful antique lamp stood next to it. "It needed a little more work than I thought," her dad told her. "I had the wiring updated to be able to support your computer. "And," he said, pleased at being able to do something to make his daughter happy, "I had them make sure you could get Wi-Fi from the house network. I also had them bring down this sofa," he pointed to a comfy-looking leather couch, "and rug so you can stretch out and read or study." Tucked into a corner was a small refrigerator.

"Daddy, it's PERFECT." She hugged him and tried not to start talking in exclamation points. She didn't want to turn into Hailey just because she was excited at the thought of the use she and Sam would put that sofa and rug to.

That day, Sam didn't eat his lunch on the patio as he normally did. Instead, he headed off in his car, telling Hank he had to run an errand. Chip and Hailey joined the family that night for dinner. They hadn't been around the house much (a blessing, Belinda thought). Her mother and father had had more than their usual share of cocktails, and, as they family ate, Belinda couldn't help but notice that Hailey was taking advantage of their drunken state to be rather brazen with her brother, rubbing his crotch under the table and whispering things Belinda was glad she couldn't hear into his ear. Uch, she thought. What has gotten into that girl? It's one thing to like it, but if you want respect, you keep your dignity as a lady and save those antics for private. She couldn't know that her stolen birth control pills were the reason the two were sneaking off three times a day to bang each other silly.

After dinner, everyone settled down to watch TV, but Belinda said she realized she was behind in her schoolwork. She had been spending too much time sanding the kitchen in preparation for its new coat of paint and down at her father's warehouse looking for the perfect door and drawer pulls, towel racks and faucet. She bid everyone good night and slung her computer bag and backpack over her shoulder as she headed out to the studio. At the edge of the patio she stopped and texted Sam, "C U N a bit?" The light from the house and the garden lighting helped her see her way, but once she entered the wood lot, she needed flashlight. Reaching the studio, she plugged in her computer and settled down to work until Sam arrived. She knew he planned to pretend to go out, circling his car around to the back of the property and walking into the woods from the side away from the house. Twenty minutes later, he was there.

They had both waited so long for this moment. Belinda had worried it would be awkward, but Sam swept her into his arms and began showering her with kisses. "Alone at last," he whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her neck, his strong hands spread across her back. "I can't believe you worked this out. You are a genius."

"Not quite," leaning back but still staying in his warm, passionate embrace. "I realized walking here that if someone comes down from the house, we're busted."

"Not to worry..." Punching a few buttons on his iPhone, he showed her a message that read "perimeter secured." "I know a little bit about a lot of things. I put a ring of sensors about 30 yards in every direction. If anyone crosses it, they won't know it, but it will trip this. A low alarm will ring through the phone, giving me time to get into the bathroom and out the bathroom window. I practiced going in and out a few times today, to make sure I could do it quickly and quietly." Belinda realized where his "errand" had been.

Belinda melted with relief and quickly returned to exploring Sam's delicious mouth with her tongue, taking small sucking bites of his lower and upper lips. He moaned. They both wanted this so badly, wanted everything at once, but were alike enough to also both want to take everything slow and experience each sensation to its fullest. And at this moment, the thing Sam wanted to experience the most were Belinda's breasts. Ever since that night in the kitchen, he'd watched them in everything she'd worn. Memorizing their outline, trying to guess at the color of the delicious nipples he had only seen the shape and size of. "Can I take off your shirt?" he asked. Belinda pulled it over her head without a word, turning it right side out and hanging it over the back of the chair in case she needed to get it back on in a hurry. A deep purple demi-bra cupped her boobs, black lace barely covering the pinkish nipples. Sam grabbed her hand and pulled him down next to her on the couch. With one finger, he traced the outline of one nipple, and then the other, watching them harden through the lace and feeling his penis harden in answer. Belinda moaned and pushed the bra down slightly, freeing her round pink nipples and most of her breasts, with the bra still lifting them up. Sam stroked them again, loving the sound of Belinda's low moans as he did so, then lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling it, sucking it and licking it.

The sensation was a direct line to Belinda's crotch, and she felt wetness gathering in her matching purple g-string. She had never been touched with so much tenderness and expertise. Slow down, slow down, she told herself, as she pictured herself giving herself totally to this beautiful man. She knew how to work for what she wanted, so she slowed her racing mind and focused on the sensations.

Sam stroked her back as he continued to suck her breasts, then pulled away and kiss her neck and shoulders. "Oh, please, don't stop," she'd say each time, lifting her breast invitingly toward his mouth. They stayed like that for perhaps 20 minutes, until Belinda couldn't control herself anymore. "Now it's time for me to give you a lick. I've been thinking about your 'home defense system' for days." She slid to the floor, kneeling in front of him. The leather didn't feel as amazing against her breasts as Sam's mouth had, but it was a pleasant sensation as she untied and then unzipped the top of his shorts.

He was bare underneath. Belinda had seen enough to know that Sam's manhood would be impressive, but her panties flooded with even more wetness as she pulled his seven-inch cock from his pants. It was thick enough to make her know it would feel good, but not so thick as to be scary. "It's perfect," she whispered, admiring the darkly golden skin, slightly lighter than the where his body was touched by the sun but still the color of milk chocolate. She leaned over and breathed in deep the smell of his maleness, then stuck out her tongue and began licking all of it, the shaft, the broad head, while cradling his balls in her hand. "Mmmmm," she moaned.

Think about baseball, Sam thought frantically as he watched his cock being loved by this beautiful woman. He had fallen asleep every night for weeks after picturing her while stroking himself off, but the actual sight of her hand wrapped around his shaft and her tongue lapping at his mushroom head was about to put him over the edge. He didn't want to cum in two seconds like some amateur high-school boy. "Can you grip the base, but don't move your hand?" he asked her. He knew that would help him last a little longer. "You're so amazing, I want this to last." He had masturbated twice that day to try to keep himself under control, but the whole thing was still overwhelming.

With the head of his cock buried in her warm, wet mouth, she could merely answer with a long "mmmm," but she did as he asked. And, he noted, she pulled back and returned to licking him slowly from end to end, rather than engulfing his prick in her mouth. She wanted this to last as well.

Sam continued watching her lick and suck him, making love to his cock as none of his girlfriends had before. As focused as he had been on school, there hadn't been anyone serious in the last year, but even if there had, the last 40 minutes would have wiped even her name from his mind. For 10 more minutes, she sucked him, licked him, and stroked him. Finally, she looked up and asked, "Can I make you cum? I want to taste you."

"Don't you want some attention for yourself?," Sam asked.

"No," she said, "I've got my cycle. Tonight is all for you. Besides, what you did to my breasts was mindblowing. I'm sitting in a puddle from how wet you got me." With that, she returned to his cock, moving her hand up and down to match the rhythm of her mouth sliding up and down.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered to her as he felt his orgasm build, wanting to warn her.

A long "mmm" was her answer.

"Is that okay?" He didn't want to cum in her mouth if she didn't like it; he didn't want to ruin this.

"Mmmmmmm."

With that, he let himself go, rocketing into her mouth and watching with awe as she swallowed his load and then looked up at him with the most angelic smile he had ever seen. Oh shit, he thought to himself, as his feeling overwhelmed him, I am in deep, deep trouble.

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BlackRexxxBlackRexxxabout 12 years ago
more please.

Great flow to the story. Not right into,like some kinda porn.

Could you put more page's in the chapter's.

ILienBagbyILienBagbyabout 12 years ago
can't wait

for into the garden Chap. 3. The tension (racial, societal, not sexual) is barely mentioned but is part of nearly every paragraph. This story is beautifully told, restrained and, I am sure, will explode with serious consequence soon. Welcome to Lit, Carlieplum.

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