Loving A STRANGER 133 Chapter 133: The First Woman I Encountered

"Yes," Ethan replied. "You. And you were the first woman I encountered that I did not feel the urge to attack. At the time, you were fighting with a few boys. Your school uniform was mixed with muddy water and blood. Although you had been beaten miserably, you were still aggressive. Before then, I had only known weak women, but you showed me how strong a woman could actually be."

Kylie did not know what to say.

"But when I saw you," he continued, "I am embarra.s.sed to say that I walked over to you, picked up your sneakers, and threw them into the sewer."

"Ethan," Kylie snarled, "you had my sympathy, but now it seems that you are actually a psychopath. I had forgotten about that. After throwing away my shoes, you tried to fight me. You said that I was the first woman you encountered that you did not feel the urge to attack, but you did attack me."

"I may have attacked you," Ethan replied, "but I still thought you were the most charming girl that I'd ever met."

Now that Kylie remembered the first time she'd met Ethan, she was very angry. He had attacked her and thrown her shoes into the sewers. "Those shoes," she yelled, "Did you know that those shoes are the only relics that my mother left for me? I had to go through the sewers to get them back!"

"I am sorry," Ethan said. "Please forgive me. You are my angel, and I am yours – even if you don't know it…"

Suddenly Kylie found herself in a position that she didn't want to be in. On the one hand, if she didn't forgive him for the things he'd done, she would miss out on the true love that she'd found. On the other hand, she was still very bitter about having to go to the sewers and dredge through block after block of p.i.s.s, s.h.i.+t, and garbage.

"I may have done that one bad thing to you," Ethan continued as they switched positions in the bathtub, "but I'd like to think that I made it up to you over time. At the age of thirteen, I was the one who pulled you out from under the big truck that landed on top of you. At the age of fifteen, I was the person who climbed up the big tree and watched you through your window. After Pupu was driven away by you, I was the one who adopted him... For the last fourteen years I have been watching out for you, only you never knew it."

"I wish that I could have done more, though. When I saw Laurence beating you, I really wanted to kill him. I wasn't strong enough, though, so I couldn't protect you from that. Furthermore, I knew that if he saw me, it would get you into trouble."

Not wanting to discuss the matter any further, Kylie reached behind her, took Ethan's hand, and brought it around so that he was cupping her right breast. With his hand on top of hers, she encouraged him to fondle her, and, before long, she could feel his p.e.n.i.s grow stiff behind her.

 ***

The next morning, Kylie awoke to the touch of Ethan' fingers on her wet core. They were cold, and she cried out in pain. "Whatever you are doing," she cried, "please stop."

 "I am sorry, my sweet," Ethan replied. "When I woke up, I checked your wet core and saw that it was still red and swollen. I have some cold cream in my bag that I put on my shoulders when they are sore. It works pretty well for me, so I thought that it might help you too…"

"You moron," she snapped, "You cannot put Dr. Pat's Ultra Freeze on my wet core. Didn't you read the instructions, you a.s.shole! It is for external use only. My c.u.n.t feels like it is on fire!"

"Does it hurt?" Ethan replied as an apologetic look flashed over his face.

Kylie ignored his question, got out of bed, and tried to get dressed as quickly as she could. As she flexed her legs, though, to put on her pants, she realized the full extent of her pain. It wasn't only her wet core, either as she flexed her legs, pain shot down from her groin, and right to the tips of her toes. She felt as though she had been split in half and, only now, her body was trying to pull itself together again.

"I have an idea," Ethan said as he drew her attention to his groin, which hosted an enormous erection. "Perhaps all that you need to help you heal is my hard member up inside you."

"You are shameless," Kylie snared. "The only reason I am in pain is because of that villainous snake. I hope you don't think that I will be letting it near me again anytime soon!"

"It's good to have s.e.x," Ethan replied. "We did it on the floor, and then in the bathtub, and each time, you loved it. Perhaps next time, we could do it on the balcony or in the swimming pool. Either option would be cool with me."

"Ethan," Kylie growled, "I don't want to talk with you anymore right now. I am angry, and you are annoying me!"

Having said that, Kylie turned her head away from him and pouted. "You said that I was your angel. If you aren't careful, though, I will be your angel of death."

Ethan frowned and said, "It seems to me that we need to learn how to communicate better between us."

"That is up to you," Kylie replied. "If you can be a good boy, then there is no reason that we can't talk like adults. If you continue to push me though, then I will cut you out of my life. I don't need you, not even for s.e.x, not now that you've taught me how to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e."

Ethan was struck dumb and found that, as Kylie left the room, he could do nothing but watch her go.