Ice Princess Ch. 04

"This is good Aunt Marie," Danielle's cherry voice said, "What else do you have in it besides slices of lemons?" She grinned as she sat her cup down on the picnic table. She knew that to ask was one thing and to be told was totally something else. Aunt Marie wouldn't tell her. She never gave away her recipes. But, she did expect to be asked anyway, and Danielle didn't want to let her down.

"That's my secret, now isn't it, dear" countered Aunt Marie, with a silly smile. She gathered up the left over dishes and took them into the kitchen.

"I'll never tell."

Danielle laughed and flipped open the newspaper. Everyday there was something new about the murder. She found it exciting to read. According to the articles she'd read thus far the killer didn't resemble her in the least. The killer was at least six feet tall, and she wasn't six feet tall, nor did she wear size ten shoes, her hair wasn't red, it was black.

But... an idea danced across her mind... Josie had red hair. Was it possible that Josie and Ben had a thing going on? She'd heard that Josie had gotten into some trouble down at the foxtrot, in South Zanesville, a few months ago. The sheriff had gone in to break-up the conflict. After that it was all hush, hush.

A sound interrupted her thoughts. It was coming from the side gate. "Excuse me," said a voice she recognized as belonging to John. His slim, straight form seemed to be leaning inward on the freshly painted white gate more than he needed to lean inward.

"I was just passing by and saw you sitting out here-alone- and I wondered if you'd like some company."

She licked her lips... she could read him like an open book. It'd been sometime since he'd had sex. The sex he'd recently had wasn't all that good. He was suffering for some well deserved, well received sex, and of course he wanted her. Her insides cowered in hunger. Was this a good idea? She looked at him and smiled.

"Sure John, do come in and sit down." She motioned towards a chair not far away from her. If he got too close she wasn't sure she could handle herself in public.

He strolled into the yard slowly, like he was scared she'd scream, and he'd have to make a quick retreat. "You're sure I'm not bothering you or anything?" he asked as he sat down. An uncomfortable look crossed his face.

"No," she whispered assuredly, "Why don't we take a walk?" her mind raced ahead trying to recall a concealed spot that was within walking distance. He was just too hot to waste.

Pictures of the little lake flashed into her mind. The one located behind her aunt's neighbor's farm, it was just next door. As a child she'd spent many summers swimming in that lake and riding around in the boat they kept tied up at the boat dock. It was a perfect place; a place filled with magic. It was the place she'd gotten to know Jack...

Jack been transplanted, here, like herself, for the summer because his father had been sent overseas for a big business deal his company had been working on. If he was able to secure the deal, his family would never want for anything. He'd landed the deal and his family had done well.

She sighed, and they had never wanted for anything again in the coming years... except their son...

"What have you been up to this summer?" John asked, trying to sound calm. Danielle forced herself away from memories. Now was important. History, was history, and today was history in the making.

He was scared. She could taste it. Already he had sweat breaking out on his skin. This was going to be fun she decided and grinned at him.

"Just work," replied Danielle smirking. She waited calmly for him to make his move. They always made their moves and sometimes they were fun to watch and wait for.

She redirected her steps toward the garden path which she knew lead toward the lake. It was tree covered and beautiful this time of the year. Well worth the walk if that was all she'd had in mind.

"There is more to life than just..." John looked at her in wonder..."Work." He finely said, as he stepped onto the path next to her. "Shall we talk about that?"

Danielle kept up the pace; stopping now wouldn't be a good idea. Aunt Marie couldn't know she'd been with him. She didn't intend to kill him, but when he went nuts people would wonder, and she didn't need to be mentioned in those conversations. Keeping a low profile was important.

"I agree," she softly replied, "life is about so much more." A smile slipped across her face as she felt his fingers entwine with hers. This might be easier then she'd suspected.

After only a few minutes Danielle noticed that the wind had begun to pick up. It was normal for this to happen by the lake; However, today the sky which had been clear only a few moments ago; now, promised a bad storm in the not too distance future.

"Maybe we should start back?" suggested Danielle. The sound of her voice reminded John of butterfly wings flapping along the shoreline. He'd never heard such a beautiful sound in his life.

"I can't," answered John painfully.

"I need you," He said. She saw agony in his eyes.

"You want me don't you, John. You want to make love to me don't you, John?"

She walked toward the old tool shed. It was located near the lake. Her short, skimpy, skirt kept swinging up and down in the breeze. John realized that she didn't seem to notice. Unknown to him she had. It was just all part of the game.

John watched her in hunger. All he wanted to do was cum. Cumming would make him feel so much better. Cumming inside her somewhere, even all over her would relieve this need he'd had since the day he'd met her. She was like a life line to him. All he needed to do was hook on and he'd be happy for the rest of his life.

"Can I?" his voice was laced with need. "I promise I won't take advantage of you. I won't ask for anything you're not willing to give to me." His eyes misted over and became lined with tears. "I- just-need- you."

She watched him raise his hands to the sides of his face and ball them into fists. She found it always interesting to watch the victim trying to control themselves. He'd fail. They all did.

"I'm not sure I can go on if I can't do this, I need to be inside you." He dropped to his knees before her, holding his hands together as if he were praying, he begged her this time.

"Please!" tears escaped and long streams of them ran down the sides of his neck and on to his chest. "Please," he kept repeating over and over again. "I can't unless you agree."

The sky above them suddenly broke into lightning and rain started peppering down. Danielle looked upward to gauge the violence of the storm. Was it safe enough? Should she move into the shed? Who would come to this spot in a storm? After just a few moments she came to a decision.

She motioned to him to rise.

He swallowed hard. She looked into his eyes. Eyes were pictures into a person's soul she'd always believed. They told you about the person. They displayed both their strengths and weaknesses. His only displayed pain. She knew that already. His eyes displayed pain with layers and layers of abuse. Who was abusing who at his house, she wondered...

"Come here," she commanded, her fingers easily undoing the belt from his pants.

"Come here and let me suck you; come here and fill my mouth with your starving seeds."

"I'm famished," she assured him, "I want to make you cum over and over again."

Her fingers traveled down his body, alighting on the rise in his jeans. His eyes sparkled with teardrops. He trembled. Finally, he was going to get some relief.