Uncharted Territory

Chapter 6

“Are you following me!?” I ask, ending the phone call with my mother. “Why would I do that?” “Oh, I don’t know. First the hotel, then downtown, the gas station, and now here? I’m starting to wonder” I tease. “Do you believe in coincidences?” “Hmm, maybe?” I reply, giving him a slight smile as I load my things onto the belt to be checked out. “Maybe, huh?” I don’t reply. I just stand in line waiting for my turn to check out. I can just feel his eyes staring at me. I can literally feel his presence from behind. I check out and walk away, not looking back at the store. “Do you like art?” he asks, walking up to me as I load my groceries into the trunk of my car. “I do. What’s it to you?” “Ha, you’re feisty today, I see. Ok, I can work with that” “Oh, can you now?” I laugh. “Yeah, I can. I’m an artist and I’d love to show you my work. One of my pieces is being shown downtown in a couple weekends. What do you think? You down to come and take a look?” “So you want to take me somewhere that I don’t know of and what? Kidnap me? Sell me off into sex trafficking or something?” “Wow, you sure have an active imagination. No, you know what, don’t worry about it. It was good seeing you again, Robyn.” Luke walks away with his buggy, placing his things into the back of his pickup just a few cars down from mine. I don’t know what I’m thinking but my ass overloads my mouth and I shout “Luke.” He looks up and stops, just before getting into his truck. “What?” he answers impatiently. “Let me have a look at that art you were talking about” ↔ I follow Luke about 10 minutes away from the grocery store to a small townhouse complex. “I didn’t know these were here. They’re nice.” “Thank you” he replies. He shows me the way, and before I know it we’re in his house. I step in and it’s a whole new world. Every single picture is hand painted, nicely flowing together with each piece of furniture. “Come” he takes my right hand, leading my up the stairs. He opens the door to what seems to be a spare bedroom and I’m in awe. “You painted all these?” “Yes, I did” he replies proudly. I walk around and admire each one. They’re beautiful. “You are amaz…” I turn to say to Luke, only to find that he’s right behind me. He’s so close that the tip of his shoes are touching mine. “Something wrong?” “Yeah.” “Really? What’s up?” “I’m mad at myself for letting you slip away the other night.” “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning up a bit. Luke takes me into his large arms and kisses me. It’s all tongue. I panic. Not sure what to do, I melt. I give in to the pleasure, to the overwhelming sensations that my body is giving off. “I’ve gotta have you…” he moans, still kissing me. “Then take me…” He walks me over to a couch and lays me down, stripping me naked, while admiring every nook and cranny on my body. “What are you doing?” I snicker. “Ever done body painting?” he asks, seductively biting his bottom lip. “No…” “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything” he says, swiping a paintbrush against my right shoulder. The feel of it tickles, causing chill bumps to form all over my body. He continues to paint, as if I’m a canvas. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” “You’re quite handsome yourself.” He paints me entirely until the top half of my body is covered in an assortment of colors. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back” he winks. He walks over to a chest nearby and pulls something out. The next thing I see is his bare ass. He’s dropped his sweatpants and to my surprise he’s not wearing boxers underneath. I guess I’m not the only one who goes without underwear at the grocery store. He steps out of them and when he turns around I see a hard, condom covered penis. In what feels like slow motion, he walks over and sits beside me. “You trust me?” I don’t give it a second thought. “Yes, I do.” “Good, now lay back and let me please you” I do as I’m told and lie flat on my back. “Wait.” He backs up and asks “What’s wrong?” I hesitate. Quite frankly, I don’t know how to tell him this. “Go on, say it. Whatever it is, I need to know. Please don’t keep me in suspense.” “I’m a virgin.”