STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
Chapter One
Rated NC-17 for Content
It was a cold and stormy night. Rose had settled
down to a nice, hot cup of cocoa. Her boyfriend, Cal, was in his study,
probably reading the newspaper. Rose had grown so tired of his routine. She
wanted something different. She wanted passion ,something Cal would never give
her.
She thought to herself, I wonder what
would happen if I disappeared for the night. Would he even notice?
Rose decided to follow through on her plan.
She got dressed, packed her overnight bag, and was out the door before he even
noticed. She opened her car door, got in, and put the bag on the passenger’s
seat. She had no idea where she was going. So she started the car and headed
east.
*****
Meanwhile, a man walked down the middle of a
deserted road. He had just had a fight with his girlfriend. He found out she
was cheating on him. So he went walking in the rain because he was so upset.
Rose thought the rain was so peaceful. She didn’t notice someone was on the
road. She almost ran him over. She parked the car on the shoulder and got out.
"Are you crazy? I almost ran you
over." She was upset, but could see something was wrong with this man. She
knew he was heartbroken. She could tell by the look in his eyes.
He looked at her. He was dripping wet and
didn’t say a word. She asked if he wanted a ride, and he accepted with a nod.
She didn’t even ask his name. For all she knew, he could have been a rapist, or
worse, a murderer. But he had kind and trusting eyes, and that’s what made her
ask if he needed a ride. She got her bag, put it in the back seat, and he got
in the car. He was so handsome and sexy. He was made for loving. To Rose, it
was love at first sight. He was perfect. He was just what she had been looking
for. She stopped at a motel. He was ready to leave when she asked him if he
would spend the night with her. He accepted her proposal. Jack usually didn’t
have one night stands, but he couldn’t refused such a tempting invitation. He
waited while she registered for the room. When she came back, he was still
waiting. She expected him to leave, but to her surprise he didn’t. She got into
the car and drove to the room. He sat there silently. She found the room,
parked the car, and got her overnight bag. He followed her to the room. She
opened the door, put her bag on the bed, and went to turn the heat up.
He appeared behind her. "There’s no need
for that," he said confidently.
She turned around and looked into his blue
eyes. "But you’re wet."
She touched his wet shirt and started to undo
one button at a time. She was nervous. She had never done this before. He
looked at her with a passionate stare. He reached for the buttons on her shirt,
since his shirt was already thrown across the room. She touched a scar he had
on his shoulder. She breathed slowly, being careful not to tear him free of the
remaining clothing he still possessed. He looked at her, puzzled. Had she
wanted to stop? he wondered. He didn’t even know her name, yet he loved the
smell and touch of her. Rose had no idea who this stranger was, but she didn’t
want to exchange names. That was the whole part of being strangers passing in
the night. No names. No questions. No answers. And that’s the way it should be.
She didn’t plan this, but it must have been fate. He looked at her, mesmerized
by her beautiful, luscious lips. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. She
had never felt this kind of heat. Cal could never compare to this man standing
before her. Cal--oh, God--what would he do if he knew? At this moment, she
really didn’t care. She kissed the stranger deeply. He caressed her back and
brought her closer to the bed. She lay down and brought him down with her. He
was always on his guard. He didn’t want to force her to do anything she didn’t
want to do.
So to free himself of any misunderstanding,
he asked her, "Are you sure you want this?"
She looked into his eyes, got his hand, and
put it on her breast. "Yes."
He got off of her and stood before her,
testing to see if she did really want him. "Show me you want me, my
love."
She knew what he meant by that. She put her
hand on his zipper, pulled it down, and unbuttoned the clasp on his jeans. He
felt relieved. She had the guts to do it. Not many women he knew would do this.
She wanted to see all of him, but in due time. She got up off the bed and
started to unclasp the hooks on her bra and continued to fully undress before him.
She wasn’t even embarrassed. He brought her down to his lips. When the kiss
ended, she told him, "Touch me."
He did. He lay down beside her on the bed and
started to explore her body with his hands. She loved every minute of it. Rose
stared at him, not knowing what to call him. She wanted to fly like a bird. He
looked at her and knew it was time she was ready for him. He positioned himself
above her, preparing to enter her. She was hot and wet and he loved it. When he
entered her, she felt tight and he heard her sigh. By the way she felt and
reacted to him, he knew she was a virgin.
"Are you all right?" He was very
concerned about her.
"Yes, I’m fine," she lied.
"I’ll go slow so I won’t hurt you, all
right?" He looked at her, showing her he cared, because not only was he
hungry for her, but he wanted to show her not all men were dogs.
She nodded her head, trusting him with her
body.
He went slow for the first few seconds until
she started to say "more," which meant for him to go faster. He
wanted to, but he wanted to give her pleasure, especially since he was her
first. She arched her hips against him, making him lose control. He was about
to go over the edge, but he held his climax as long as he could. He couldn’t
take it anymore, so he let go and released his seed into her. At the same
moment, she tightened and moaned loudly. He knew she had reached her climax as
well.
He lay on her and asked her, "How was
it?"
"Unbelievable. I never knew I could feel
like this." She felt like a new woman.
"It was kind of rude of me, but my name
is Jack. Jack Dawson. And you are?"
She didn’t know what to say. "I’m Rose
DeWitt-Bukater."
"I’m sorry I asked you all those
questions, Rose, but I wanted to make sure you really wanted this."
"It’s all right. I understand. I have
never done this before. I have never welcomed a stranger into my bed,
Jack."
"And I, Rose, have never had one night
stands. I have always been with the women I have been with, at least until we
broke up, that is."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She
felt like she could ask him anything.
"Here?" Wondering why she asked.
"Anywhere." She wondered if she was
asking a little bit too much.
"I did, but we just broke up. That’s why
I was walking in the rain. I caught her in bed with another man." He had felt
used then.
"I’m sorry to hear that, Jack." She
meant every word.
"What about you? You must have
someone," he asked her.
"I do, but he never pays attention to
me. He’s never even touched me. About the only thing he does is kiss me. I
think he must have someone else." Rose thought in her heart that he truly
did have someone else.
"I don’t want to sound pushy, Rose, but
I would love to see you again. After what we just had I don’t wanna lose
it." He thought they would be good together. He wasn’t on the rebound. It
was true. He really liked Rose. She offered something Samantha never
offered--her heart.
Jack was right. She didn’t want to lose what
they had, which meant in order for them to be together she would have to get
rid of Cal, permanently.