FROM ROMANIA WITH LOVE. Dr Amelia Harte

a quaint little one. It was adjacent to the short elevated stairway to the attic...the scene was synonymous of a hideout and smacked of full romanticism.

      It was past bedtime on this particular Wednesday night and the time was a few minutes past 9:30pm. Stepping stealthily upstairs, Stefan was aware of Elena’s protected self-respect from her behaviour which he had noticed over the last few days. Stefan had observed her instinctive integrity from her body language over the previous week. Therefore, he thought aloud...I must act with tact and diplomacy!He approached her sanctuary and placed three soft knocks on her door.

      “Who is it?” Elena raised a question in a somewhat frightened voice.

      “It is me, Stefan!” the reply was hushed from him.

      “How can I help you...what do you want?” Elena replied.

      “I brought you a book on dress patterns, please open the door.” He said with a slight quiver in his voice.

      Elena jumped out of bed and quickly opened the door and stood facing the elder McCreedy boy with slight trepidation. Then Stefan handed Elena the book at the door and, as Elena turned and walked a few steps into the room in order to put it down on her dresser...Stefan followed behind, unbeknown to her.

      However, he moved quickly and pulled her into his arms and his lips met hers. Partly shocked and rudely taken...she opened her eyes wide and then slowly shut her eyes allowing the unexpected fantasy of romance to take its natural course. Furthermore, being a new employee in the Apostol Hall household, Elena made small personal allowances and concession in order that no feathers were ruffledand, most importantly, she did not lose her job. She knew where to draw the line. She parted hers and allowed him to draw onto her moist tongue. She squirmed and held him firmly behind his head. She felt the warmth of his tongue and, similarly, he felt hers...the feeling of passion overcame both of them as they embraced each other. The sensation was relentless and the passion was getting to a level that was certainly going to be overwhelming. Elena’s fingers were at work, gently working into the thick curls of Stefan’s hair just above his neck.

      Few excruciating-minutes had gone by as Stefan ran his hands down Elena’s spine and rested them on her rounded buttocks. She gently wriggled. Then Stefan piled on the pressure as he pulled her towards his strong body. Elena then slowly withdrew from the kissing and the cuddling pose and looked into the blue eyes of Stefan. She then saw an intense darkening in them whilst a stiffening muscle began to throb at her thighs. The stiffening intensified as Stefan’s manhood rose and directed itself at her crotch.

       This was Elena’s first romantic encounter...though she was afraid, she liked it. At any rate, Elena was reasonably suspecting that a romantic interjection of somewhat carnal behaviour was going to be forthcoming on the part of Stefan McCreedy. Over the past week, she had noticed his unusual advancing overtures towards herself in a manner which was suggestive of a crush bordering on the call for aggressive-sex.

       Elena’s mind was playing up with difficult options. She was afraid to reject Stefan totally as her inner voice said, “You cannot afford to lose your job...your household and family need the money!” She, therefore, had to play her cards very carefully and keep the trump card close to her chest...until time intervenes together with incremental maturity.

      “Stefan, please slow down, stop...someone may see us together!” Elena said in a rushed voice.

      He abided and relented as quickly as it had started.

      “You must leave now and go back downstairs...I don’t want to be the reason for any punishment to you or myself!”

       So, that was the initiation of romance and love or was it puppy love or infatuation?

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