Cncussion

“I’m late, I’m late,” Jen muttered to herself. God, I sound like the rabbit from Alice in wonderland, although I would rather be meeting the Queen than my mum, Jen thought as she started to run.

Taking a sharp right to get to the café she ploughed right into a wall, then she was falling backward. Her head hit the pavement, then everything went black.



“Are you alright?” a dreamy voice asked her.

Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to find the person the voice belonged to. A man was leaning over her. He had deep green eyes and dark brown hair and he was…

“Gorgeous,” she blurted out, then dizziness and pain rushed through her and she closed her eyes again.

“Hey, come on now, open your eyes. Can you tell me your name?” the man asked.

“Go away,” Jenny mumbled, she felt like she had hundreds of rabbits thumping through her head.

“Gaway, is that foreign?” he said laughing.

Opening her eyes again she saw amusement in his. She took a deep breath and replied, “My name is Jen, and I told you to go away, which I think you heard the first time, Dick.”

Laughing he said, “It’s Dan, actually, but good guess.” If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now, he thought as he looked into those light blue and very mysterious eyes.

Standing up and holding out his hand to her he waited for her to take it, but instead she ignored it and scrambled up none to elegantly by herself. Giving him one last look, she turned and walked away.

Feisty, he thought with a smile. He was about to walk away but decided to catch up with her instead, as she had looked a little unsteady.




“Hey, Jen, wait up,” Dan called.

Turning to see who shouted made Jen dizzy and she would have crumbled to the ground if Dan hadn’t reached her in time. He held her by the shoulders to keep her upright. She stared up at him, unable to do anything but blink as her head began to throb.

“You really are gorgeous,” she said absently.

“So you said the first time, before calling me a Dick,” he said. He hooked his arms under her knees to carry her just as she passed out. She looked so innocent, like a kitten he thought, but then he remembered this particular kitten had claws. With that thought he saw the two of them together -- biting, clawing and kissing each other like two sex-starved maniacs. The way his jeans tightened he knew his body enjoyed the fantasy as well, but he forced the thoughts down. For all he knew, Jen was taken.



Not only was Jen taken, her fiancé was at that moment waiting with her mother and wondering where she was.

“I don’t know where that girl has got to. She knew we were meeting at ten. She’s never been very punctual, but I thought she would make an effort this time," Jen's mother said irritably, taping her nails against the table.

Yeah, well, when we're married that will change, Harry thought. This time next week Jennifer would be his -- and so would her money. Harry had light blond hair, blue eyes, and kept his tall, skinny frame immaculately. “Not to worry, Mrs Sharp, I am sure she’s just running late,” he assured his future mother-in-law.

“Mary, call me Mary; Mrs Sharp makes me feel old,” she said touching his hand. She thought how wonderful it was that her daughter had found such a nice young gentleman to marry.





While Mary and Henry pondered Jen's whereabouts, Dan was hailing a taxi to take her to a hospital. When it came he gently bundled her into the taxi and slid in beside her, laying her head on his lap. She was wearing jeans and a red jumper which should have clashed with the hair he was stroking. Dan wondered if it was dyed; it was such a rich red, like fire. It might account for her temper, he thought.

Maybe he would ask Jen when she woke up. He loved the way her name just rolled off his tongue and started imagining shouting her name while thrusting into her. That got him going again, and then she stirred in his lap bringing him back to the present.



I’m lying on something scratchy, was Jen's first thought. The next was, I’m moving. The last was, Someone’s stroking my hair. When she opened her eyes, she saw the back of a car seat.

What the hell? she thought. She lifted her head up only to have it gently nudged back down.

“It's okay, you’re safe. I’m taking you to hospital. You fainted,” Dan said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t faint,” she mumbled in protest.

“Well, you don’t hit your head every day, I bet. I’ve got a friend at the hospital and he can check you out just to make sure your not concussed or anything,” Dan told her.

What could she say? No, let me go? She couldn’t imagine he'd be taking her to the hospital if he had any ulterior motives. He’s right, I should get checked out. Fine, he can win this one, she decided, relaxing into his lap.

When the taxi stopped, Dan told her to stay put then ran to the other side and lifted her out again.

“I can walk you know,” she said. She noticed he smelt nice, not overpowering like Harry. Subtle but still nice.

“Yeah, but this makes me feel macho and heroic. Just let me play out my boyhood dream and you can be the damsel,” Dan said, walking calmly into the hospital.

“I’m not used to that role,” she said as she tried to get down.

“Come on, please? How many guys can say they became a spaceman or cowboy? Let me be your hero, just for today.” He gave her an imploring look.

Jen couldn’t help laughing. This guy is crazy, gorgeous and crazy, she thought as she looked at his face. He had great cheek bones, his nose had a bump where it had been broken and she could feel he had a great body under his shirt and jacket. His hair was a mess, a sexy mess; completely different from Harry’s, whose hair was always perfect with not a strand out of place.

“What do you say?” he asked, looking at her hopefully.

“My hero,” she said, laughing again. Dan grinned and entered the hospital, then went straight to the desk and asked for Alec.

He sat down, still holding her in his lap. She felt different with Dan than Harry, she realized. She had an urge to kiss Dan while any time Harry kissed her, she tried to avoid it. She had never known a man like Dan.

After a few minutes a tall, sandy-haired man with brown eyes came striding down the hall towards them.

“Hey, Dan, what’s up?” Alec said glancing at the woman in Dan’s arms.

“Hey. This is my…erm…friend, Jen. She fell and bumped her head. I was just wondering if you would check her out." He looked down at her. “Jen this is my friend Alec, we went to high school together. He’s an amazing doctor,” he said, flattering his friend.

“Nice to meet you, Jen, and you, Dan, are a really big kiss ass. Come this way,” Alec said and led them down the hall to a small examination room.



When she entered the consultation room he told her to sit on the bed. After much poking and prodding Alec declared she was fine but should watch out for concussion.

“I’ll look after her,” Dan said. He'd come back in the room after Alec had told him the exam was over. He felt very protective of her for some reason.

“I don’t need you to look after me,” she said. She felt warm knowing that he wanted to look after her, but she didn’t understand why he would. Jen had been independent since she was eleven; the last person to look after her was her dad. Her mother had been too busy modelling and touring to care for a child.

“Do you live alone?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.

“What has that got to do with anything?” She was thrown off by the question. Why does he care? I’m a stranger to him and him to me, she thought, feeling that warm tingle again.

“You need someone to wake you every few hours to make sure you're okay,” Alec explained.

“Well, do you?” Dan asked again.

“Yes, I live alone,” she said defensively. She was about to add she was engaged but Dan started talking again.

“Well, that settles it, I'll come home with you, or you come with me,” he said like it was the obvious conclusion.

“Wait, what?” she said, thrown again. He keeps doing that, she thought irritably.

“It's like Alec said, so the question is,” he said standing before her, “my place or yours?” He crossed his arms as he waited for her answer.

“Yours,” she said before she could think. Truthfully, there was no-one to look after her. Her mother had paid a nanny to raise her and her fiancé was nice but she couldn’t see him playing nursemaid. The only reason she was marrying him was to get the money her dad left in the will; she had to marry to get it. The will was her fathers way of protecting her, she had always told her father she would never marry without love, but her friend Anne’s soon needed an operation so she needed to marry to get the money and Harry was an okay guy.

Harry knew that was the reason for the marriage. Harry was harmless and boring; she could do worse. You could do better, a little voice said. I really must have hit my head, she thought, and then she was lifted up into Dan’s arms again.

“I can set my alarm,” she said.

“It would be better if someone was there, so if you don’t wake you won’t be alone,” said Dan looking to Alec to back him up.

“Yes, it would be best,” Alec said taking his que from Dan, What is Dan up to Alec wondered.


“What are you doing?” she asked in a nervous voice when he didn’t put her on her feet.

“Well, I should think that’s obvious,” Dan said going out the door that Alec was holding open.

“I meant why are you carrying me? Didn’t you live out your fantasy before?” she said, flustered.

“Yes.”

With that he walked outside, slid her into a taxi then told the driver his address. Then he settled back and told her to relax.

He’s kidding, she thought. How am I supposed to relax when his aftershave is turning me on?

“How long till we get there?” she asked, looking out the window and seeing only rows of trees.

“Not long now. Why? Are you in pain? Alec gave me a prescription for painkillers while he was checking you out….” He knew he was babbling, but then he wondered if she could swallow the pills without a drink, and that thought made him think of something else being swallowed or sucked…

“Your destination,” the taxi driver said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Are you going to carry me again?” Jen asked.

“No,” he said, a bit too fast.

“Okay,” she said, and got out of the taxi.

Dan got out the other side, paid the taxi driver. He then rearranged his clothes and zipped his jacket, pulling it over his crotch before walking around the other side for Jen.

“Is this yours?” Jen asked looking up. The house was beautiful, brick stairs led up to the front door and a white balcony surrounded the cottage. The cottage was made of bricks, with white paint on the trimmings on the windows and door frames. She was delighted to see that it had a porch swing. I’ve always wanted to live somewhere that had a porch swing, she thought.

“Yeah, I’m fixing it up, then I’m going to sell it,” he said as he led her up the stairs to the door.

“Wait, sell it! Why not keep it, its beautiful!” she said, catching him up at the door.

“It's too big for me alone, why not sell to a family who can enjoy it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He unlocked the door and stood back to let her enter first.

“Well, why don’t you get married,” she said as she walked in. The house was as beautiful inside as out. The décor was creams and browns. It looked like a show room. There was a book case full of books, murder novels from the spine of the books and some romances she had read herself. Closet romantic, she thought?

“It’s a little too soon to ask you to marry me. Besides, I'd never know if you married me for myself or for the house,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Funny guy,” she said, punching him on the shoulder as she walked by.

“You punch like a girl,” he said. He motioned her to follow him to the kitchen.

“Well, I am a girl if you haven’t noticed,” she said under her breath.

“It hasn’t escaped my notice,” he said. He turned and walked back towards her.

Jen stayed where she was. He looked like he was going to kiss her. Jen knew all she had to say was she was engaged and he would back off; she got the feeling he was a sound guy. But she wanted him to kiss her. She didn’t know why but she needed him to kiss her.

Dan was standing in front of her now, looking down into her eyes. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Is this colour natural?” he asked.

“Yes, I get it from my father,” she said, struggling not to lean into him.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. He studied the hair in his hands, then let go and grabbed her chin and looked directly in her eyes. Then kissed her.

He grabbed her waist to bring her closer and she fit his body perfectly. She wrapped her arms around his neck to get closer to him, but then he stopped and suddenly let her go.

“I’m… bugger… Jen, I shouldn’t have done that, you should be resting. Bugger. Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep.” He said running his hands in his hair confused and turned before she could reply.

Jen followed him up the staircase and down the hall where he opened a door to a large room. It was blue with a king-sized bed in the middle.

“There’s a bathroom through there,” he said pointing to the door on the left.
“Okay, I'll grab you something to wear. I'll be back,” he said.

“Can I use your phone?" she asked, gesturing at the phone on the bedside table.

“Sure,” he yelled back, exiting like the hounds of hell were on his heels. Jen looked around then sat on the bed. then picked up the phone and called her mum.




Bloody hell, what was that? Dan thought as he went to his room. That kiss was like coming home. Oh God, that sounds like something out of a bad movie. He groaned, but that was how it had felt.

Dan didn’t do commitments or long relationships, and from that kiss Dan knew Jen was not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Opening his drawer, he grabbed a shirt and some boxers for her and headed back to her room. He couldn’t help imagining her wearing his clothes. Dumping the clothes on the bed for her he started to strip out of his own while making his way to a cold shower.



Jen was in the bedroom trying to explain to her mother why she missed dinner, but as always her mother wasn’t listening.

“I know, Mary….yes…something…I realise… just…I’m at a friend's…MUM…yes, I know you don’t like me calling you that, but…no, I wont be home…long story…Harry will get over it…yes, I know I’m lucky…yes, he’s a great guy, Mary I have to go,” she said before hanging up and sighing, somethings never change, she thought.

Her mother had always been Mary, never 'Mum.' She had never been close to her mother. Mary had always been on fashion shoots when she was young, so she had been closer with her dad. When she was born, her father became part-time in his business and raised her with the help of her nanny. He had died when she was eleven years old, a robbery gone wrong. She still had nightmares about it.

Fourteen years ago

Jen woke up after hearing a noise down stairs. Her father came in to her room to make sure she was okay, and then told her to call 999 and stay in her room and lock the door.

Her father headed down stairs and after ending the call she ignored his order and followed after him, making sure to keep a distance so he didn’t know. She knelt down half way down the stairs and saw her father grab a knife from the kitchen drawer. She could hear someone in the living room but couldn’t see, so silently walked to the doorway to get a better look.

Her father walked into the living room, and when close enough to the stranger he told him to leave. Her father was holding the knife when another man came up behind him and tried to get the knife. Jen had screamed a warning for her dad but the man attacked from behind, before her dad could move. The man in front spun and grabbed the knife as they all went down.

“Hide Jen,” her father shouted to her and she ran to the closet under the stairs. She heard screams and shouts then heard the police sirens which must have scared the robbers. They panicked, she heard one call out, “Leave him, we gotta go.” When she heard the back door close she came out of hiding and ran into the living room to find her dad. He was lying face down on the floor, his eyes closed, a puddle of red underneath him.

At the time she didn’t understand, but when she crossed over to his body to wake him and he didn’t. She knew he had left her. He was gone.

Hearing the door open she looked up into Dan’s eyes and she just wished he would hug her.

“You okay?” he asked. taking in her pale skin and the sad look in her eyes. Did I do that? he thought, feeling like the dick she had called him. Nah, she was fine when I left, then why…

“I’m fine, just tired. Have you got that shirt?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said handing it to her, then sitting on the bed with her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he said looking closer.

“I’m fine, Dan, I just need to sleep,” she snapped at him, then felt terrible, "I’m sorry I snapped” she said quietly, twisting his shirt in her hands.

“I'll keep waking you up to make sure you're okay. Night, Jen,” he said. He stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him.

“'Night, Dan,” she said softly when the door had closed. She changed and crawled into bed.




Dan was tidying the kitchen and living room while Jen slept, trying to get his mind off the kiss. We didn’t even use tongues, he thought, frustrated. The phone rang.

“Hello…Jenifer? Oh, you mean Jen. She’s sleeping, can I take a message?” he asked, listening to the women on the phone.

“Her fiancé… Sure, I'll tell her. Okay, bye,” he said.

Fiancé. She’s engaged, he thought as he put down the phone. Well she’s beautiful, feisty; why wouldn’t she be engaged? But then why would she come home with him, and what was her fiancé like, he wondered.

The woman on the phone had asked him to remind Jen -- no, Jenifer -- that her fiancé had booked a restaurant for tomorrow night at eight. She didn’t act like an engaged woman, he thought. Not that he really knew how engaged women should act, he realized.

Well, they're not supposed to stay with strangers or call them heroes or kiss them, he grumbled to himself…Then he tried to think about it rationally. Why was she here? She had said because no-one could look after her at home, but if she was engaged, then what the f… His thoughts were getting him nowhere, so he went upstairs to ask Jen herself. He had to wake her up anyway, he rationalized.

The delivery boy

A bell that's what woke me, the front door, the post probably I sleepily thought looked at my phone nearly ten o'clock grunting I grabbed a shirt to throw over myself and went to answer the door.

It was a man at the door well a teen maybe in his 20s longish blond hair to his neck covered by a cap, wearing baggy jeans, baggy top looking at me a bit stunned after a while he then shook his head then asked me to sign for the delivery. After I did he brought it in then left, he was heading out the gate when he suddenly turned and looking me up and down and asked.
"Do you always answer the door dressed like that?”
The answer is yes its ten in the morning, I don't wear clothes around the house when I have no need I wasn't going anywhere. I'm usually answering the door in my under ware and shirt or pyjama top but the thing is I have long legs so its hard to get PJ' bottoms to fit so its usually just girls boxers on my bottom half and I like to sleep naked so the answer to his question was.
"Yes” laughing I continued.
"Why has no one ever answered the door looking like me before?" I asked smiling.
"No way" was his answer still looking at me amazed he turned and left. Oh well I guess that makes me special I though as I shut the door and headed upstairs.

After falling into bed and finding where I left of on my book the door went again, after saying some very unlady like things I went downstairs to answer the door. Assuming it was the postman this time I was shocked when it was the delivery guy confused I looked at him letting my imagination run away did he come back for me is he going to come in and...
"Details on the box" looking at him after his outburst he went on to explain he needed to get some details of the parcel. I pointed to where I shoved the parcel after he gave me it and he crouched down to the box.

Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream cant she. I stood looking out the door while he was down at my feet doing...well doing whatever he was doing, I saw it was still raining. That was the reason I was at home, I should have been at the museum but didn't fancy waiting around on buses so here I was making small talk with the delivery boy and fantasying about him naked. We talked about the weather, how long he had done the job pointless talk, while I was looking out the door I could see him at the corner of my eye looking at my legs and my butt. It was harmless so I didn't point it out but wondered what I would do if he decided to run his hand up my leg, his t-shirt was brushing against my leg now, he must have moved, suddenly he stood up. He was finished with the parcel and had all the information and would be gone soon it kind made me sad I mean he was a stranger it shouldn't matter but I didn't want him to go. While heading out the gate he stooped and looked at me then he asked if he could come in. At first I was shocked then realised I must be daydreaming but no it was real he wanted to come in. Now first of all I hadn't had sex since October and it was now April and I had just turned 20 but that was no excuse for what I did, and what did I do, I stood back and he came in.

There we were standing in my kitchen just looking at each other I felt faint so decided to go sit down in the living room he followed. I sat on the couch for a few seconds then stood and went back to the kitchen but he stopped me in the hallway with a simple touch to my arm, then he skinned his hand down my arm to my hand then holding my hand he kissed me and then before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting my top, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples, then my legs were wrapped around him. I lost all thought it seemed like a dream this kind of stuff doesn't happen ...well apparently it does, as he was kissing me he asked if I had anything protection. Hey did I not get a say? Isn't he taking allot for granted? While thinking that his hand was busy travelling from my ribs to my pants then I couldn't think anymore after the first orgasm and I found myself climbing the stairs, on wobbly legs to go get some condoms. Grabbing one I started to think.
"What am I doing I don't know his name, he could have killed me could still! But my libido over ruled and decided what the fuck
"Live life!" This is my personal saying. So I went back down, he grabbed the condom pushed me against the wall again then after a few shaky attempts due to his hands shaking he was protected and in me right to the hilt. God it felt great my legs wrapped around him while he banged me against the wall. I came twice then he came digging his nails into my arse. He then put me on my feet turned me so I faced the wall then fingered me from behind, my hands flat against the wall the only noise our breathing, then I came again my God he was good with his hands. .After we were spent he went to the bathroom to clean up; after he came down I was wearing his cap that I had ripped off he grabbed it, kissed me on the lips and said goodbye. After he was gone I lent against the wall and slid down it till I was on the floor after a few minuets I picked myself up off the floor and went up stairs and ran a shower I swear my life is like a TV drama.

Masked stranger

He was behind her the masked stranger she
could feel the heat of his body, then his
arms came around her and pulled her into
his chest, she went willingly.
He brushed her hair to one side then his
lips were on the side of her neck, soft
lips barely kissing her just a brush a
whisper of a touch that made her shiver.
Suddenly he stepped back, she immediately
missed his presence then she felt warmth
enclose her, his jacket then his arms were
back around her
“He thought I was cold” She thought a smile
coming to her lips.
“Come with me” He whispered close to her ear
making her shiver her breath faster she felt faint
“Could this be happening” She whispered.
He took hold of her hand and turned her to him,
touching her chin to pull her gaze up to look
up into those deep green eyes
"You could get lost in them" She thought.
He was looking back like he could see into her
soul and knew what she wanted, knew if she said
“No” She meant
“Yes” Knew she had no say her body her eyes the
way she was breathing told him all he needed to know.

BOSS

As soon as Lucy stepped into his office she was pinned to the door he was pinning her to the door with his long body and she could feel the length of him against her stomach and there was no denying he felt the same, then he was kissing her biting her lips trailing kisses down to her throat and biting and sucking then his hands started to unbutton her blouse and everything she tried to forget about him and that night started going threw her mind like a side show how he touched her how he tasted in her mouth how he made her cum like no one else had ever or since.
Then he was kissing her threw her bra and she was trying not to scream then his hand were under her skirt and he sealed his mouth over hers to stop her crying out.
After she came back to earth her brain kicked in “this is my boss” with that thought and as much strength she possessed she pushed him of her and went to his desk to sit down and think but he was there in front of her then he was lifting her up onto the desk papers went scattering and he started kissing her again then unclipped her bra with one hand while the other was between her thighs touching her threw her underwear, she wrapped her legs around him and started clawing into his back, she wanted to feel him skin to skin, she pulled his shirt of over his head then started kissing his chest and unbuttoning his trousers…

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