He slipped out of her moist depths and turned her over. “Are you okay?” he whispered, lying beside her.
He half expected a sarcastic response, but Lucy merely nodded and buried her face against his neck.
Nick awoke in Lucy’s bed and blinked up at her bonsai trees, silhouetted against the morning sunlight. Lucy was gone. Images from the previous night rushed into his mind and a bolt of panic flashed through him.
Did all of that really happen?
He broke into a cold sweat as he realized the potential consequences of his actions. Even though the girl had led him on and baited him terribly, the simple reality was that he had gone to her room and raped her. That was of course, the only way the police would view it. How could he have been so stupid? He was effectively at her mercy now.
A quick check of the house told him that Lucy must have gone to her Saturday morning classes - or at least he hoped so. He showered, made coffee, and did a little tidying up. He tried watching TV and then he logged onto the internet but he felt restless. All he could think about was the frenzied sex of the previous night. In one alcohol-fuelled moment of madness, everything had changed. This cute, funny, sexy girl that had so captivated him had been reduced to a naked, writhing beast.
I hit her, for Christ’s sake!
He needed to do something to steady his troubled state of mind. He realized that he hadn’t been down to his workshop since he had first laid eyes on Lucy, so he went out to the back patio, down a flight of stone steps, and unlocked his basement door. When he turned on the fluorescent lights, a crouching tiger was still standing half-finished on his work bench. He ran his hands over the surface of an oak table, another work-in-progress, and then surveyed the complicated framework he was constructing, now standing seven feet high. He still had no idea what he intended it to be. He had dubbed it the ‘tetra frame’.
Nick went to his workbench and regarded the tiger for a moment, then he put it on a shelf along with some of his other incomplete carvings. He selected a piece of sycamore from a plastic bin and sat at his work bench. He remained still for a while, waiting for some kind of inspiration but when none came, he picked up a jack knife and began to scrape.
Most wood carvers work from a pattern, but Nick believed that the finished sculpture was already waiting to be discovered inside the raw wood. In time, its identity would emerge. Testimony to this were the multitude of wooden animals, figures and faces, buildings and trees, which lined the shelves of his workshop.
Carving was therapeutic for Nick and as he cut steadily into the wood, he let his mind wander back to Lucy. Actually he had never stopped thinking about her. Without being aware of it, he had allowed the girl to completely intoxicate him.
He was still feeling uneasy about any possible repercussions from the previous night, and he was also rather concerned at the violent side to his nature that Lucy had managed to expose. He replayed the scene again, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement. He certainly hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but he couldn’t deny the rush he had felt when he had physically overpowered her. It was a new and frightening emotion which he was still trying to process.
Then there was Lucy. There was no doubt that she had deliberately incited him. He could still see the passion in her eyes when he was straddling her. Unless he was seriously mistaken, the chick really got off on violence. And what about her drawings? Self portraits of being spanked, stretched and suspended. It occurred to Nick that he really knew nothing about his young tenant and yet he felt as though he had known her his whole life.
More than all of this however, he wanted to fuck her again. He recalled the exquisite scent of her smooth pale skin, the tightness of her juicy cunt, the taut muscles of her thighs and the roundness of her dark, puffy nipples.
They were certainly in some kind of a relationship now. There was no way Nick could allow this to be a one off. He wouldn’t be able to stand living in the same house if he couldn’t have her again. Unfortunately, she held all the cards. She might have woken up and regretted the whole thing. Or worse, she
had
set him up and gone to the cops.
Oh fuck,
he thought.
She’s driving me mad.
He continued whittling away, trying to turn his mind elsewhere, always coming back to Lucy. When he finally snapped out of his reverie it was past one o’clock. He’d been working for two hours. Sometimes his freestyle approach didn’t work and he had been known on occasion to whittle a piece of wood away to nothing. That wasn’t to be the case here though. He laid down the knife, picked up the wood and examined it - he had carved the shape of a naked Asian girl.
***
Nick fitted the padlock on the basement door and went back up to the house. There was an empty glass and plate on the kitchen table, and Indian music and the scent of incense drifted in from the front living room.
He went through and found Lucy sitting on a mat, eyes closed, palms pressed together, and legs-crossed, each foot resting upon the opposite thigh. She was wearing a sheer red leotard and Nick paused in the doorway to watch.
“Hi,” Lucy said, without opening her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Nick replied. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“You weren’t. It’s your house.”
She remained in her pose, and Nick took the opportunity to examine her more closely. The leotard clung tightly to her lithe body and the outline of her breasts and pudenda were clearly pronounced. During their wild sex - or whatever it was - Nick hadn’t had the time to fully appreciate her physical beauty, and the longer he gazed, the more inebriating it became.
“Stop staring at me,” she said, a ghost of a smile fluttering across her lips.
“How did you know I was still here?”
“I can sense you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Actually, now that you are here, you can help me if you want. I usually do this with Summer.”
“I don’t know anything about yoga,” Nick said.
“I’ll show you. You won’t need to do much; I just need to draw on your energy.”
Nick hesitated, then came towards her. Lucy gracefully uncurled herself and rose to her feet, standing directly in front of him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said. “Strip down to your underwear.”
Alrighty.
He quickly undressed, until he was standing in just his boxers.
“We’re going to start with a sacred embrace,” Lucy said. “The idea is to transfer as much loving energy as possible. It’s better with a man and a woman. A woman’s energy is passive, or of emptiness, and a man’s is active and full of movement. Shiva and Shakti, what the Taoists call Yin and Yang. This is the duality of all energy forms in the universe, man and woman, spirit and matter, Heaven and Earth.”
“Could you repeat that again?”
“Be serious, I need you to concentrate.”
She inched closer and raised her arms. “Put your arms around me and rest your head on my shoulder.”
Nick had to lean down a little but they actually fitted together quite comfortably.
Yin and Yang.
He could feel her breasts squashed against his chest and her mound pressing against his crotch. Inevitably he started to get hard.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Shush. Sexual energy is good. Just don’t move.”
That’s going to difficult
, Nick thought, as his member swelled defiantly.
They stood holding each other for a couple of minutes, Nick feeling the warmth of her breath on his neck, and realizing that this was the way it should have been last night.
“Can you feel it?” Lucy asked.
He could certainly feel something - this gorgeous young body wrapped around his.
Finally, Lucy broke away. She looked up at him and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’, too.”
“Ah, I see. Thank you.”
“Lie on the floor. On your back.”
Nick still had a prominent erection as he laid down. Lucy stood over him, straddling him with her legs. Then she got down on her knees and leaned forward with her hands and feet either side of Nick’s prone body. She inhaled slowly, lifted her knees, and raised her buttocks towards the ceiling, her soft hair falling down and tickling Nick’s face. Arms and legs straight, Lucy’s body formed a perfect inverted vee, her face inches from his.
“This is the ‘Downward Facing Dog’ pose,” she informed him. “Good for energy and digestion.”
She held the position for a good two minutes before bending her knees and lowering herself onto him, her arms stretched out above his head and her face on his shoulder.
Unable to help himself, Nick nudged his engorged cock up against Lucy’s sex. She raised her head and looked down at him, a wondering expression in her eyes. She touched her lips to his, not probing, just making contact. Again, Nick felt his pelvis twitch and he really thought he might come in his shorts.
“Do you really do this with Summer?” he asked.
She narrowed her eyes, but just then, up in his room, Nick’s cell phone rang.
Lucy remained on top of him and then said into his mouth, “You’d better get that.”
She let him up, and Nick headed up the stairs, his cock pointing the way. He went into the room and picked up the phone.
It was Sid. “Hey, what’s up?” he said.
“Not much.”
“You sound out of breath.”
“I was just doing yoga.”
“What? Yoga?”
“With Lucy.”
“The tenant? She’s talking to you again?”
“Yeah, something happened last night.”
“Don’t tell me you finally fucked her.”
“Uh-huh,” Nick said.