Armoring Passion Chapter One

Sue's well-cared hand trembled as she tried brushing powder from her fitted blue jumper... it had spread from the deflating air bag and had coated everything in the truck's cab. It seemed incredible that she'd escaped serious injury. The careening had been terrifying after the truck had clipped that deer.

Her hand found a bruise near her left elbow. She moved her disheveled hair to see the skewed, now-silent pickup truck down the embankment; the one undamaged headlight beamed steeply skyward above the road. Unsteadily, she shook gravel from her mid-heeled sandals; the new pantyhose had snagged during the upward climb... but her long and cherished legs seemed unmarred.

Nature-sounds slowly replaced depressing silence. Sue's thoughts churned... she wished for a cell phone... a guilty recall of that glass of wine at Megan's party. 'Robbie's going to kill me, he loves that truck'.

Resisting tearful depression, she stood uncertainly on the sparsely traveled township road. A faint distant glow grew much too slowly... a remote rushing sound... headlights became discernable. Sue resolutely positioned herself to be visible at the road's edge and waved. The speeding car slowed, then braked, stopping just past her. Aware of her vulnerability, Sue approached the lowering driver's window of the shiny black Porsche.

Bleary eyes phased from concern to appreciation; the man's appearance was stoically handsome, his age less than 30. The open window leaked evidence of warmth, a jazz trio's subdued rhythm, coffee, and a reassuring presence of a woman passenger.

Sue blurted her dilemma to the man. She began repeating herself when he stopped her with "...I'll look," then he inched the car onto the road's shoulder. The woman said something as he opened the door. An internal light revealed the woman... attractive, with a pixie cut, but longer.

The man extracted a flashlight from under his seat, and moved past Sue toward the truck. He seemed well muscled and spry, with dark slacks and a fitted tan pullover having an open collar. The woman came from the far side of the car, slipping a trim black leather jacket over her white blouse while she managed a foam coffee cup.

Her average height matched Sue's. The sheen of black leather pants terminated in heeled ankle boots. "I'm Zoe, are you alright? That must have been an awful bouncing around."

"I'm OK I guess... some bruises. Thanks for stopping, I'm Sue LePage. A deer crossed in front of me, I just barely hit it... I don't know where it vanished. I'd have stayed in the truck to stay warm but it was all tilted."

Metallic sounds came from the truck. "Hope Les doesn't find snakes or bears near your truck. There's a car blanket behind the seats; you can warm up there if you want."

"Thank you, I might in a moment," Sue said, trying to see Les. "It's not my truck, my cousin leant it to me."

Zoe evaluated Sue in the fringe of headlight glow. She was distractingly becoming... beautiful cheekbones... a dancer's poise. "Uhh... it might be risky to be driving alone. Have you got a gun ... Karate'...?"

"No... my cousin had me shoot his revolver once and I hated that. I should've taken one of those mace shooters in a lipstick that my roommate has. Karate' is like wrestling isn't it?"

"Sort of, I learned some in basic training. Do you have a cell phone?"

"I'll be getting a cell phone first thing when I can afford it."

Sue's obvious vulnerability somehow emphasized her charm; Zoe might once have been jealous. Now, with Les's chastity so absolutely foolproof, Zoe could freely admire anyone like Sue. Les was certain to have been intrigued by Sue's pert femininity already; that was evilly satisfying to Zoe. she alone had exclusive access to Les's ardor.

The truck's headlight went dark; Les's uneven return was traced by his down- turned flashlight. He put a small gym-bag at Sue's feet and handed her some papers. "Found this bag, and papers were in the glove-box; truck's registered to a Robert Palmer... no sign of your deer."

"Oh thanks, that's a change of clothes that I take home on weekends. It's my cousin Robbie's truck; I've been using it this week while my car's getting a transmission replaced. Kendall is my hometown; it's over three hours away. I go to electrologist school back in Swenton during the week. There's no chance of getting home by midnight is there?"

"It'll need a big pull to get your truck back on the road and there was brake fluid on the ground... it's not going anywhere for awhile... I took the ignition key from these others and put it under the floor mat anyway."

"Thanks. I do need these. my apartment key's here."

Zoe said, "This is Sue LePage, Les. Our cell phone isn't too good on this road, Sue, but we live less than three miles from here... you can call someone from there if you want."

"That'd be great. Sorry to put you to this trouble," Sue replied meekly.

Les's 'We can't abandon foxy ladies' brought color to Sue's face while Zoe guided her to squeeze into the space behind the seats; Les stuffed her gym bag beside her. Zoe dumped her cold coffee on the ground before she closed her door.

The strong acceleration caused Sue to abandon searching for a seat belt. Zoe scrunched around in her front seat to face Sue; the road noise caused her to raise her voice. "An electrologist... is that hair removal?"

"Yes. There's different ways... the one that most people know about is `laser depilatory'."

"You must be going to Addelson's Beauty School back in Swenton. you're about 21?"

"Twenty next January. I had to get a student loan to get into Addelson's fall program that began five weeks ago."

"So will you get a degree?"

"A diploma, but what's really important is the state license exam. We're starting on-the job observations with our regular classes. It's interesting... we use dermatology texts."

"What are you going to do tonight? Can someone come for you?"

"I don't think so, Renee's gone for the weekend... I share an apartment with her. I just dropped off Ruth about four miles back; she's another student... I've never been on this road before. We'd just come from a wedding shower after classes for another classmate. I guess I'll call to see if I can afford a taxi to come for me, it must be about ten miles back to the apartment. it's on Rogers Street."

"That's close, it's over fourteen miles to Swenton from our house. Any boyfriends that you could call on?"

"No. I don't have any relationships right now.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Mmmm. We have an extra bedroom; you could stay with us tonight if you wanted."

Les interjected. "You can get breakfast with us and we'll get you back to Swenton. We have to go back to our shop on Central Ave in Swenton in the morning anyway. How does that sound?"

"That would be so great... that's really kind. Could I call home and let them know where I was?"

Zoe said, "Sure... we might be your depilatory customers someday... save any gratitude for then."

"Well, alright, but I owe you a lot."

The car braked to a stop; Zoe opened her window to extract mail from a roadside mailbox; Sue could see '2114' and 'Carsay' on it's side. They turned into the driveway of a split-level home. A wide two-stall garage door opened magically and the Porsche came to rest beside a Jeep station wagon parked in the garage.

They entered a large kitchen; Sue stood timidly holding her gym bag. Zoe was shuffling through the stack of mail when she asked, "Are you hungry... Maybe some cheese and crackers? A soda?"

"Oh, no. I had way too much at that party, I shouldn't eat anything."

"You're needing rest after that awful experience. Les and I have had a long day and we need sleep too. Your room's this way." Zoe guided Sue to the lower level, and they passed through a large family room into a small guest room. A small bathroom adjoined the room.

Sue was pleased with the Spartan furnishings of a simple mirrored chest of drawers, a wardrobe, and cozily quilted bed. Two short windows along the top edge of one wall suggested that they were below ground level.

"There's the phone, our number is on it... that button will ring both the phone in our bedroom and the one in kitchen if you need anything. Don't worry about charges when you call home. There's aspirin in the bathroom cupboard if you need any. to help sleeping with your bruises. You can say that you're spending the night with Zoe Carsay... it's spelled with a 'C' and it's just like it sounds... we're at 2114 Salina Road, East Swenton. You can lock the door it you want, but you're safe, regardless."

"Do you know how hard it is to not say 'thank you'?"

"You're doing well, just say that you'll see us in the morning. We'll be prowling around the kitchen about seven."

"I'll see you in the morning then."

"OK. Goodnight." Zoe closed the door softly behind her.

Pre-light oozed into Sue's room; animations from aging windblown hollyhocks outside of the high windows goaded Sue to consciousness. Sensations of her once-lover, Colin, returned once more to crowd into her imagination. The potent memory would peak at unpredictable times... at least once a day, except for her blue days. Her cleft began its shameless lubricating. Her jumper was within reach; she groggily lifted herself to put it under her, to protect her host's bedding.

Colin and Sue had been constant companions during their last year in high school; they'd kept exclusive company with each other. They'd made the most of their opportunities; she'd lost her virginity during one fall weekend. During acts of intimacy, Colin's discipline was impressive. Unlike others of his age, he was mature and clever at romancing Sue's passion, gently ushering her lust. They'd continued indulging their physical love with undiminished frequency; inventing ingenious guises for their trysts.

Five weeks after graduation, and just two months ago, their relationship ended abruptly. A screaming sexual void now haunted Sue through these ensuing weeks... her nurtured awakening left stark. Sue's acquired thirst for bodily attention was making it grow increasingly responsive to even marginal provocations. Self-orgasm was once disdained, but now provided both relief and continuing preoccupation. Episodes of her body climaxing of it's own volition, unattended, with nearly no physical provocation, now occurred periodically.

Dissatisfactions lurked, however. If physical attendance to her body was absent during orgasm, a sense of incompleteness accompanied the consuming pleasure... a gray melancholy would follow. If her vagina was not engaged at climax, the explosive joy was compromised.

At unpredictable times, like yesterday when Renee and she had gone to study in the school library, erotic memories would mysteriously descend to her. Physical response to her arousal could not be contained... nipples hardened... her straining bra tightened her sweater. Pressing her casually posed wrist to her undulating breast massaged it unobtrusively... Her thighs clamped unseen under the table... measured arching of alternate feet slowly oscillated her thighs, frictioning her engorged and slickening labia.. Back arched, a slipping forward crowded her panty against her angry clitoris... The agonizing dilemma... how close to orgasm without letting it happen... the aching need ever more demanding... imminent shame of public spectacle. Unfullfillment was certain, with or without orgasm.

Now, in this new bed, the hunger was impossible to ignore. she was free to attend herself... there would still be a distasteful residual dissatisfaction; it wasn't the real experience.

Knowing fingers moved on their own volition... cupping her mons... capturing her nipple... slipping through bush to her passion center... avalanching pleasure... the crowd of fingers... never enough... the boiling crescendo peaked, a climactic thrust of unbelievable pleasure... another.... another... fervor decreased incrementally... never completely... she remained on the sensual plateau for many minutes, her body unwilling to retreat.

Sue knew that full desire would doggedly re-muster within hours, to yet another overwhelming need. The growing voraciousness of her body had led her to seek a dictionary definition of nymphomania not long ago.

Sue extracted from her stupor slowly; she wiped tears of intensity from her eyelids and checked her watch; 6:46. She curled, recalling the previous evening... the ugly image of Robbie's truck. Her older sister Leora had been thankfully calm when Sue had called her last night to explain where she was and why.

Sue wondered what kind of business Les and Zoe were in. Remembering Les caused another reaction... a test of will to ignore. Belatedly mindful to keep noise minimal, Sue reassembled her bed, then went to the small sink in the bathroom to wash herself.

Only her brassiere and shoes were usable from last evening's clothes. The small inventory in her gym bag produced clean panties and an acceptable denim knee length skirt. A moss green jersey pullover clung too much; she'd forgotten to use anti static additive in the dryer.

Her long brunette hair had been combed straight for the party last night; now she returned to her favorite expediency of the high elegant ponytail that she'd mastered. She studied the mirror to perfect her eyes and complexion, using the meager supplies she'd brought.

Sounds were heard distantly from the kitchen. She accumulated her things in her bag, and found her way there. Les was putting away dishes from a dishwasher. He wore non-descript khaki trousers and a matching short- sleeved shirt; he filled them well. When he bent over, magnificently taught trouser countours made Sue remember why she'd adored watching the huddles of the Red Eagles, her high school football team. Les looked at her defensively. "'Morning Sue, your hair is different... really pretty. Did you sleep well?"

"Thank you, there's less noise here than at my apartment; yes, I did sleep well. I'm surprised that I woke at my regular time. I've been awake for a little while. I'm a little stiff from the accident, I'm afraid, but I could still help with something."

"I'm about done, thank you. We decided not to fuss with breakfast this morning so we're going to the Cedar's; that's our favorite breakfast stop; it's about seven miles from here on the way back to Swenton. Zoe will be down in a minute, do you need to eat anything right away?"

"I'll wait, breakfast there sounds good, but I don't have much money."

"Students are supposed to be broke. It'll be our treat."

Zoe's appearance was different as she entered the kitchen; a silvery blouse complimented her charcoal gray skirt. Her black woven leather low-heeled pumps were informal. Her jaw length pixie cut pleasingly displayed small hoop earrings.

"Good morning Sue, you seem radiant this morning. Oh, what an attractive ponytail... that's a favorite of Les's. Les told you about our breakfast plans? Yes, good. Umm, are you short of anything to wear?"

"I hope I can get by with these things; I couldn't know that I'd be eating out. The things I wore last night are a mess."

"You'll do... those colors aren't too compatible though. Would you like to try a different blouse?"

"I wish I could. I know how bad this looks but I had no choice."

"Oh, I have a blouse that I think you'd like to see. Les, let's all have a glass of orange juice because this will be a few minutes."

"Good idea, dear," Les said. He took a pitcher of orange juice from their refrigerator while Zoe produced three glasses. They took a moment to drink their juice.

Zoe said, "This won't be long, Les; come with me, Sue."

Zoe led Sue up a short flight of stairs. a corridor. a bedroom. Zoe opened a closet crowded with women's clothes, and withdrew a burgundy silk-like blouse with full three-quarter sleeves and small cuffs. "This is what I envisioned; it'll be smart with that blue denim skirt. Try it; you must be about size 10. a `C' brassiere. 34? . those are my sizes." "That would be a coincidence. that about exactly my size because I've gained a bit of weight since coming to Addelson's." Intrigued, Sue quickly replaced her jersey pullover. The mirror showed dramatic improvement. "Oh how different. This one thing makes it an entirely different outfit. it so looks like it belonged."

Reaching into the closet again, Zoe said, "It's supposed to be a companion to this lambskin skirt. these two inserts coordinate with the blouse color. it's your size, you really should try it on."

Sue hurriedly slipped out of her skirt. "Ohh, I love the smell of leather. it's so kind of stimulating. I've tried leather skirts in the store but couldn't afford them. This is so sleek and supple. I guess it's supposed to be snug, isn't it?"

"That's not a bad fit. The waist is a bit looser than how it fits me, but it seems a bit tighter at your hips. Here, you could use a belt. this plain one will work."

As Sue fitted the belt to her waist, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Yes, I can feel that my hips are snug. it makes the sheen across my.. cheeks shine a lot, that would make it brassy if it wasn't for those color panels. They make it seem so. I don't know. fashionable."

"It's OK to say butt. remember, I was in the military... Ass is OK too. Brits say `arse'; I suppose we should use derriere'. Anyway, that is sheik on you. quite hot. How does it feel, can you walk OK?"

"It's slim enough to make me take a little smaller step but it's fine. I love how it sort of . cups. my derriere'. It's a good length, just an inch higher than my denim skirt... it's so beautiful, and thanks for letting me try it."

"I bought pumps to go with that skirt. what's your shoe size?"

"7 usually, sometimes smaller in heels. this is getting embarrassing."

"Why, Sue?"

"I shouldn't be trying on all your clothes, we've just met."

"Oh Sue, it's alright. really. Les and I make friends too fast sometimes; in the military no one stays a stranger for long. Already Les and I think of you as a good companion."

"You and Les are cool, and I hope we can know each other more."

"We'll make a point of it. After Les and I discharged from the military, we found a business in Swenton that suited us, and we're doing well. I hadn't been able to buy any civies before then, but now I've got too many. look at them all. It's nice to see some of them being worn by someone that shows them at their best. and we're close to identical in size. Those things that you have, they haven't been worn for nearly a year. I'd be happy knowing that they're being put to good use, if they're comfortable on you."

"I guess it would be alright to wear them for awhile, they're so awesome. nicer than anything I've got."

"These pumps aren't the popular clunky strappies; they're more like formal office wear, a little retro. I got them in Milan. They're black kidskin, European size 36. I think that's about 6 and three quarters our size. The heels are 65 millimeters, just a bit higher than what you're wearing, but they're so slim that they look higher. See how low-cut they are. this short vamp shows a lot of toe cleavage. both Les and I think that's sexy. that's mostly why I got them. Slip them on and see if they fit."

After fitting them to each foot, Sue murmured, "Alright. Let's see... uhh, all right, they're not a bad fit. a little wearing would stretch them to fit better. They do show the tops of my toe cracks... that seems daring. much racier than office wear. I haven't worn a shoe that covered my toes since graduation. but these are so sexy. I'm glad that they're not too pointy. These heels aren't too bad to walk in."

"Black tone hosiery would blend things together nicely; the hose that you wore last night couldn't be salvaged could it? Do you ever wear stockings?"

"No, if I wear anything I use pantyhose, and then almost never. I usually can't afford any, and most people don't seem to notice anyway."

"I have lots of 8-denier thigh-highs. that's extremely sheer. I'm wearing a pair right now; you wouldn't notice until I put my arm next to my leg, like this... see the difference in shade? Want to try a pair?"

"Your legs look so refined. those stockings are invisible, but they make a great affect. Are you sure it's OK? This is taking longer than we expected, isn't it?"

"Les will be very understanding, I promise. Here, careful, they're so delicate. Because their mortality is so high, Les got a whole gross of them for me, from Hong Kong."

A phone on the dresser rang. "Les will get that downstairs," Zoe said. The ringing stopped.

Sue hurriedly removed her pumps and skirt. She sat in her panties on the edge of Zoe's bed to cautiously fit each fragile nothing of a stocking along her flawlessly depilated legs. Surprised at the gripping ability of the top bands to keep the stockings drawn, she efficiently slipped the leather skirt back on, and again slipped into the pumps. "Ummm. these stockings really change how my legs feel... they're so sleek; the pumps slip on so easily now. my legs feel sort of super-naked," she murmured.

"Things are coming together well. See if this cologne is something you could use," Zoe said, waving a small bottle near Sue.

Sue paused to concentrate on the aroma. it took a moment for the scent to settle. "Oh, that is really nice. it compliments the skirt's leather smell."

"It does. a little would be appropriate, wouldn't it?"

"Sure. this is like getting ready for a dance instead of breakfast." Sue took the bottle and gently touched tiny amounts to her wrists.

"You did that very well. I'll take your other things down to put in your bag. You'll need a sweater or something. this black blazer will coordinate, it's light wool. that's black kidskin on the lapels." Sue was speechless at the unexpected addition.

Zoe led back to the kitchen and was met by Les. "There's a problem with a camera at the Hacienda Motel, I'm going to take the Jeep and stop there on the way to Cedars. I'll plan on meeting you and Sue at Cedars at." he looked at his watch, ". 8:30. If there's any change, I'll call on the cell phone. OK?"

"OK. Before you go, see what we've done with Sue." Zoe drew aside to reveal Sue, who'd been standing behind her.

Les paled. he was obviously affected.a reverence. As Sue groped for an appropriate response, Zoe said brightly; "Doesn't Sue look so desirable?"

"Ohh my . yes. "Les openly perused Sue from head to toe with strained fascination. "You're very hot. I." he seemed suddenly tongue-tied. He looked at Zoe, seeking. something. "You're all dressed for Cedar's now.? he asked, unable to disguise his stress.

"Yes, we'll order our own breakfasts as soon as we get there. we're hungry. We've decided that we want to get to know each other more. Why don't you give Sue a hug before we go, Les, to celebrate her new look?"

His attempt to be nonchalant as he stepped to Sue and clasped her, was failing miserably. From the mirrored image that Sue had seen of herself, Sue was still dazed at how hot that Zoe's clothes had made her. that alone was stimulating her greatly. Les's pulse was certainly verifying that.

Sue was experiencing an abrupt arousal; she was flushing brightly... her body reacting rapidly... she'd be unable to withstand much more provocation before her affection-starved body would betray her. She prayed that she had sufficient clothing to disguise any errant odors.

Les turned away from the brief, yet too tight, too long embrace with Sue. Abandoning pretense, Les tightly wrapped his arms about Zoe's waist. Zoe leaned back, studying Les, beaming with hidden satisfactions. "That's how I like my men," she said cryptically, then engaged his mouth with hers.

After long moments, their lips separated. Les perspired. in a seeming stupor, his hands continued to manipulate Zoe's hips. Zoe was brightly entertained at his condition, lightly moving her hands over his chest.

Zoe removed herself and lifted a shiny Navy colored rain slicker and an umbrella from a coat hook, and took her purse from the table. "Here's an umbrella, Sue; it's started to rain. Your things compliment you so well; it'll be an enjoyable breakfast. We'll go now, Les, you can lock up. We'll look for you at about 8:30." They left before Les had regained his composure.

[ Story Continues in Chapter Two ]
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