TALL TALE


`I'll never find someone to love,' Rachel thought in 
frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell.  
Moments crawled by before Javier answered.  He didn't 
seem surprised to see her.

"Date end early?" he asked with a half smile as she 
stormed past him into his small apartment.  It was 
almost comic to see them together.  She was six-four 
and he was a full foot shorter.  From a distance he 
could have passed as her son.

"Damn and double-damn," she said with venom as she 
plunked herself down at the table separating the 
kitchen from the living area.  "All I want is a decent 
relationship.  Is that too much to ask?"

It was a rhetorical question.  He didn't answer.  
Instead he said, "Coffee?"

She shook her head sharply.  Glorious blond hair 
swished in an angry swirl.  But the anger wasn't 
directed at him.  Javier had become her confidant - 
her best friend actually.  She loved spending time 
with him when their busy schedules would allow.  He 
was a great listener and a really deep thinker.  
"Goddammit," she exploded as he took the seat across 
from her, "do you know what that fuck-wad said to me?"

Javier half-smiled again indicating with a slight 
raising of his eyebrows that he didn't.  He knew she 
was extremely pissed.  Normally, she never used 
profanity.

"He said he liked me as a friend."  Her eyes flamed 
and then almost started tearing at the memory.  "Last 
month he said we had a future together and tonight he 
likes me as a friend.  Then the jerk starts asking me 
about Betsy Grant."

Another eyebrow lift.

"One of the cheerleaders.  Betsy's shorter than you 
for Christ sakes."  Rachel snorted in disgust and 
continued, "I finally find a tall guy who seems 
interesting and he turns out to be a snake.  Not only 
that, but he's a wimp-snake.  You should have seen the 
spineless rat's expression while he was telling me all 
this. . . ."  And she was off.  Talking with animation, 
waiving her hands, raising her voice.

Javier listened with quiet intensity.  Never 
interrupting.  He offered only an occasional look of 
empathy or confusion.

Rachel was tall, indeed.  But more than that, she was 
exceptionally self-assured - almost domineering.  What 
a combination.  And it had really crimped her social 
life, because despite her strong personality she was 
entirely feminine.  This was obvious in just about 
everything she did.  In her style of clothing, her 
walk, the fact that she'd kept her hair long even 
during her volleyball days.  She was beautiful, she 
was graceful, but she was no pushover.  Where was she 
going to find a boyfriend?  There simply weren't that 
many tall men around, even on a campus as large as 
theirs.  And she didn't just want a tall guy.  She 
wanted a strong personality.  A partner.  She wanted 
a man who would make her really feel like a woman.

Rachel slapped her palm down on the table to emphasize 
a point.  Javier didn't flinch.  As he listened he 
admired both her strength and her beauty.  They had 
met the year before during their first days in the 
graduate program.  They'd shared a class, traded 
lecture notes, studied together.  They had become 
close friends.  He was just as strong and self assured 
as she but in a quieter, less flamboyant way.  She 
continued to talk; he listened and continued to say 
nothing.

An hour later Rachel finally ran out of steam.  Javier 
nodded thoughtfully and let the silence build.  Then 
something happened that had never happened before.  
She asked for his advice.  Oh, she'd asked for and 
he'd given her lots of general advice about textbooks, 
travel, taxes.  But she'd never before asked for his 
opinion about her personal life.

"What should I do, Javier?  Join a dating service?  
Take out an ad in the personals?  What?  I can't go 
on like this forever.  I need someone.  How am I 
going to find him?"  She sounded almost drained.

A long silence followed.  Javier stared at the table.  
Rachel waited.  He wasn't like the other men who had 
passed through her life - all mouth and no intellect.  
She knew he'd really paid attention and was seriously 
considering his reply.  He never offered suggestions 
unless asked and never gave it lightly.  But when he 
did give advice it always seemed to work.  And he was 
honest enough to tell her when he didn't know.  He 
never faked an answer.  So given the nature of her 
problem she didn't really expect him to have a 
solution.

Rachel sat quietly, lost in moody thoughts.  She 
stared through a black window into the darkness.  
Time passed.  Then she glanced over and saw that 
Javier had been studying her.  She arched her own 
delicate eyebrows.  `Well,' she seemed to ask.

"Do you trust me?" he finally offered.

"Of course," she replied almost without thinking.

Javier studied her face as if looking for something he 
couldn't find.  He repeated the question with emphasis, 
"Do you TRUST me?"  His voice was quiet but compelling.

`What was this?' Rachel wondered.  But she considered 
the question carefully, and came up with the same 
answer.  "Yes, I do, Javier.  I trust you completely."

He nodded to himself, looked away, and remained in 
silent thought for a few more moments.

"OK," he said.  "I'll be right back."  Then he stood 
and walked away leaving her bewildered.  She heard 
his bedroom door open and the sound of rummaging.

He was back a couple minutes later holding what looked 
like the sash from his bathrobe.

"Stand up," he said in a voice of quiet command.

Rachel stood.  She looked at him questioningly.

He studied her for a long minute.  She truly was 
magnificent.  Tall, beautiful, in wonderful physical 
shape.  She had worn a lacy pink blouse on her date 
with a matching blue jacket and skirt.  She also had 
on high heels.  He smiled.  Six-four and wearing 
heels.  He knew they made her feel more feminine.

"Turn around," he said.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

He smiled.  "You said you trusted me. . . .  So 
trust me."

She tried to read his face but couldn't.  She glanced 
down at the sash.  Then, taking a deep breath and 
biting a nervous lip she turned.  He came up behind 
her, removed her jacket, and hung it on the back of 
the chair where she'd been sitting.  Reaching over he 
took one of her hands, gently pulling it behind her, 
and began tying the sash around her wrist.

For a moment, a newspaper headline flashed through her 
head: "CO-ED FOUND STRANGLED."  `What would her mother 
say?'  But she really did trust him.  She swallowed as 
he took her other hand, pulled it back and began 
binding her wrists together.

When he was finished he gently turned her around to 
face him.  He was smiling.  She was about to say 
something but he shushed her.  "Don't talk or I'll 
gag you."  Something in his voice told her he was 
serious.  She tested the binding and knew she wasn't 
getting loose until he let her go.

Javier reached up and gently stroked the side of 
Rachel's face.  She closed her eyes and let herself 
drink in the sensation.  She felt more vulnerable 
then she could ever remember.  She kept her eyes 
closed, swaying uncertainly in her heels, as reaching 
up with the other hand he began undoing the buttons 
of her blouse.

Rachel trembled.

One by one he nimbly unfastened each button.  She felt 
his touch through the cloth of her blouse or brushing 
her bare skin with the back of his fingers.  She found 
it surprisingly erotic.

Her trembling increased but she held her ground.

Carefully pulling her blouse out from where it tucked 
into her skirt, he undid the last button.  Then 
reaching under the silky cloth he slowly and sensually 
begin to rub her sides.  He tweaked a nipple through 
her bra.  She quietly gasped.  He was rewarded by 
seeing the little bud erupt beneath the fabric.  He 
rubbed some more and then tweaked the other nipple.  
Rachel felt a definite response between her thighs.  
She'd been with several boys and men in her life but 
nothing before had ever made her feel like this.

Javiar reached in and around and with a deft flick of 
his fingers unlatched her bra.  Rachel had very nice 
breasts.  Not huge but large enough and extremely well 
formed.  So when the bra was unhooked it rode up a bit 
exposing the bottom of each globe.  He ran his finger 
along the sensitive skin on the underside.  A quiet 
moan escaped her lips.  He pealed the bra up and 
palmed first one and then the other fleshy orb.  
Leaning forward he sucked a nipple into his mouth 
and toyed with it as he pinched the other with 
tender force.

Rachel sucked in her breath and opened her eyes.  She 
hadn't ever thought of Javier romantically.  She 
looked at him as if for the first time.  He might not 
be the most handsome man in the world but he was well 
built for his size.  And he wasn't bad to look at.

Rachel was having a little trouble keeping her balance 
in the heels because of the storm of hormones being 
unleashed by Javier's tongue and fingers.  He stopped 
and looked directly into her eyes.  She could never 
read his thoughts through that funny half-smile.  
Taking hold of her belt he carefully led her to his 
bedroom.  She'd seen the room many times through the 
open door but she'd never actually been inside.  It 
was nice.  Clean and simple.  The room was small.  
But the bed was huge, consisting mostly of a large 
flat mattress with an ornate brass headboard.  The 
covers had been swept off to one side where they lay 
in a jumble on the floor.  All that was left was the 
bottom sheet and a few pillows.  He maneuvered her to 
the side of the bed and stood her there.

The kissing and licking continued as her belt was 
undone and her skirt unzipped.  The garment fell to 
the floor around her feet.  Javier pulled her 
pantyhose down and helped her to sit.  Getting down 
on one knee he removed her heels and pantyhose.  Then 
she was surprised as he slipped the heels back onto 
her bare feet.  He laid her on her back with her head 
on a pillow and arranged her comfortably.  Or as 
comfortably as she could be with her hands tied behind 
her and her blouse and bra still dangling around her 
arms.  He collected her other clothes and put them on 
the dresser.

She watched as he removed his own clothes until he was 
completely naked.  Rachel found she was a little bit 
frightened.  But that was silly.  He wasn't going to 
hurt her and the worst that would happen would be that 
they would have sex.  `The worst that would happen.'  
The phrase bounced around in her head.  Would that be 
bad?  She wasn't sure.  `Trust me.'

Rachel didn't know how she felt about what was about 
to happen.  But as Javier climbed into the bed she 
felt a powerful surge of lust.  Lying on her back with 
her hands tied, some of her clothing hanging loosely 
around her torso, and with her high heels still on, 
she felt small and awkward and powerless.  Javier, 
looming above her in the subdued reflected light from 
the far room was a ghostly figure.  A demon or an 
angel?  She couldn't tell.

He leaned down and kissed her.  She closed her eyes 
and let him.  The feel of his lips and tongue playing 
around hers was a powerful turn-on.  His hands were 
on and around her breasts again, running lightly over 
her exposed skin.  She spread her legs a little without 
even realizing she was doing so.  She felt her own 
moisture and heat.

He shifted position and began kissing the side of her 
neck.  He was incredibly skilled at this.  She felt 
his hand slide down, past her breasts, across her 
belly, and come tantalizingly close to her public 
mound.  For minutes he did nothing but vary the 
foreplay.  Rachel could feel the heat of a rash 
creeping from her chest up to her chin.

Javier stopped and left Rachel panting.  He 
repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her 
belly.  Leaning forward, he kissed her again.  She 
could feel his body pressing into hers.  The hair on 
his chest stimulated her breasts and sent a new fire 
of lust through her.  She suddenly realized, almost 
as a shock, that she wanted him to fuck her.  But with 
her hands tied she had no power.  He had complete 
control and was driving her to a higher pinnacle of 
desire than she'd never known.

He moved his legs between hers and sensually slid down 
her body.  As he kissed her breasts again she could 
feel his penis slide through the now wet valley of 
flesh between her legs.  But he didn't enter her.  He 
kept moving downward until he was completely between 
her legs and his hot breath was washing over the wet 
flesh of her sex.  She didn't feel his tongue but she 
felt his fingers.  She felt her lower lips being 
spread.  A finger dipped in and out of her several 
times and then began to erotically circle her vagina 
and anus.  She found herself almost trying to hump 
his hand as her pelvis seemed to take on a rhythmic 
life of its own.

He spent long minutes just toying with her.  Playing 
with his fingers.  Letting her feel his breath on her 
super-sensitive flesh.  By now she was covered in a 
sheen of sweat.  Her breathing was labored.  She felt 
an intense desire to come.

And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, 
he buried his face in her sex and began to stimulate 
her clitoris with his lips and tongue.  `Oh God!  That 
was incredible.'  No one had ever taken this much 
time and effort to turn her on.  For the first time 
in her sexual life, she was the complete center of 
attention.  She had never known anyone with such 
skills.  She had never felt so small and helpless.

He brought her to the crest of an orgasm but stopped 
before she came.  She groaned.  He plunged a finger 
into her, licked her clit some more, and moved his 
finger like a penis until she was again on the edge.  
And again he stopped before she came.  Her bound 
hands were balled into fists.  He moved his finger 
down and circled her anus again, licking sideways 
against her clit as he did so.  She gasped and 
pressed her pelvis upward against his face.  It was 
difficult getting leverage while wearing the heels.  
She had a fleeting thought that she might puncture his 
mattress.  He moved his hand back up and this time 
pushed two fingers into her.  Despite her height, her 
sex organs were of average size.  She was tight and 
as his fingers pressed deeply into her as his tongue 
went back to work.

Rachel's mouth opened wide.  Her breathing was deep 
and fast.  She didn't know whether to laugh or scream 
or cry.  The feelings were incredible.  She'd never 
climaxed during sex before.  She learned how to make 
herself come but only when masturbating in private.  
This was amazingly different.

His free hand wormed its way under her back and grasped 
one of her cuffed hands.  She gripped him so fiercely 
she was afraid she might hurt him.  But he squeezed 
back with astonishing force of his own.  He pressed 
his lips quite strongly against her clit.  He pushed 
his two fingers into her - hard, hard, hard.  His 
tongue was whipping her clit with deliberate power.

And it happened.

There were no words to describe it.  Her mouth was open 
but she couldn't breath.  Her pelvis had ridden high up 
against his mouth.  She screamed silently once, . . . 
twice, . . . a third time as muscle contractions 
overcame her.  She started breathing again and heard 
the most astounding sounds of passion.  Was that 
really her?

Javier had ridden her climax with consummate skill.  
Drawing it out, maximizing the pleasure, tapering off 
before it became painful or unpleasant.

Rachel found she was crying.  Blubbering in fact.  That 
had been sooo good.  She didn't know what to do.

Javier lifted his face and blew a stream of cool air 
over her wet sex.  She gasped at the new sensation and 
continued to cry.  He rolled her over onto her belly 
and untied her hands.  He removed her shoes.  Tenderly 
he stripped off her now damp blouse.  Rolling her on 
her side he removed her bra.

Once naked and on her side, Javier snuggled up behind 
her.  His face rested against the back of her neck.  
His still hard penis pressed against the top of her 
ass.  He had placed one arm protectively over her and 
was softly cupping a breast.  As she wept he cooed 
soothingly in her ear, "Shhh, shhh, shhh" and 
delicately rubbed the side of her breast with his 
thumb.

Rachel was almost limp.  She was still weeping and 
didn't know why.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh."

Eventually she became quiet.  For a long, long time 
neither moved.  At first she couldn't seem to think at 
all.  Then she wondered why he had stopped there.  Why 
hadn't he entered her?  Was this some kind of 
rejection?  Of course not.  In a flash of understanding 
she realized his only concern had been for her.  A new 
emotion hit her like a wave.  She felt loved.  Her 
tears began flowing once more.  She really felt loved.

Rachel reached down for the leg pressed up against hers.  
It was a strong, well muscled leg.  She moved her hand 
behind her back and felt his penis.  It had softened 
considerably but was still inflated.  She gently 
fondled it and felt it spring to full life.

Rachel moved her other arm under and behind her.  She 
brought her wrists together and grasped his penis with 
both hands.  She again felt his power and her own 
helplessness.

Javier waited.

Rachel shifted position, skooched up, and spread her 
legs a bit.  She tried to position him into her from 
behind.  Once Javier was sure of her intention he sat 
up and rolled her over onto her belly.  Without a word 
or gesture from him, she had left her wrists pressed 
together at the base of her spine.

He retied her wrists and massaged her clit until she 
was hot and ready again.  Then positioning himself 
between her legs he entered her doggy style.  She felt 
him pumping with long measured strokes and could feel 
his balls swinging up against her clit.  It wouldn't 
take a whole lot of that before she came a second time.

He loved her.  That much was clear.  He loved her, and 
he wanted her, and he knew how to care for her.  
Javier knew how to make her feel like a woman.  Her 
mind was in a whorl.  How did she feel about that?

As Javier hit his stride she heard the passion in his 
breathing and felt the lust in his movements.  She felt 
his body rhythmically pressing against her cuffed hands 
and knew she was in love.