All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Blue would often bathe in the roughness and the depth of the voice which carried Vincent's words. After the quick fifteen, she found herself becoming acquainted with the fact that at times, the same voice she had found herself growing fond of alone felt somewhat frightening when matched with a quick, pointed glare and a whitening of his knuckles as he clutched his cutlery. Vincent wouldn't hurt Blue, she was sure of that much. And yet even she found her stomach sinking and her heart quickening as though he would. It was a rather strange concept.

Sneaking into the house after her secretive escape with Vincent was a challenge enough when her mother went for her morning jogs without fault at five thirty. It was near impossible when presented with the fact that Margetta would go in to wake Blue for the first time at five-thirty-five — before Blue would fall back asleep and await the following six-thirty wakeup. What this schedule meant was that, if Marian was even only one or two minutes late, Blue would have no opportunity to make her way back through her bedroom window. And she could not count on Margetta when it came to keeping a secret from Marian.

Blue didn't know whether or not the after effects of her orgasm had lasted longer than it usually had. All she did know was that it felt like a lifetime of watching her braindead expression as an effect of being fucked senseless in the faucet before she felt Vincent's hips meet hers where they remained. Before she felt her stomach grow warm. Before she felt the ragged breaths of his clothed chest against her back. She assumed it had been hardly a minute, just as it had, of her groin being in such a dull pleasurable pain she could have sworn she was cumming all over again. She also assumed that her pretend shower had been running for almost fifteen minutes. She assumed her dress was far too creased to straighten up and wear to breakfast. She assumed she h

All she could do was groan in dismay and fall back onto the desk, feeling the absence of his hand all too luridly and the rush of air over her chest all too bitterly without his embrace to keep the air conditioning at bay. Never in her life had she felt more sexually frustrated — and she had been experiencing said frustrations for some five or so years. At least as her head rolled to the side and she watched him pace, she could admire his ass and the way his arms poked from his shirt the exact way she had told him she loved....She found

"You got along with Vincent quite well at lunch yesterday," When Marian spoke, Blue found that it was best to listen to each word carefully. Blue could lie only so long as she wasn't lying about lying; if she said one misplaced 'what' or 'pardon' that prompted Marian to ask the child what she was hiding, she would be instantaneously in a world of trouble. The listening carefully, of course, wasn't as much of an issue when the word 'Vincent' was thrown into the sentence. In fact, anything that sounded even remotely like the word would catch Blue's attention from a mile away.