Come Break Away With Me Ch. 01

"I better do this fast," she thought, realizing that if she didn't get herself off she'd be distracted and horny all night long.

Zerra lay herself down on the large, plush rug in front of the tub and propped her ankles upon it's edge. The fingers of her right hand worked their magic on her florid clitoris while her left got busy fondling her soft breasts.

In the past she'd tried to imagine other boys while doing this, but the orgasms were never as intense as when Eric was her illusory lover. Zerra pictured him above her in her mind's eye as his cock moved deep inside. She tried to summon the memory of his manly scent, the smell of his body just after a workout.

The fingers of one hand continued manipulating the pliable flesh of her womanhood swirling and rubbing almost furiously while her other hand travelled downward. Zerra inserted her two middle fingers into the wet tunnel of her passion and worked them rapidly in and out with a steady rhythm.

"...mmmmmMMMMM...oh Eric it feels soooo gooooooood," Zerrafina moaned after a while as the fire she'd built within her loins began heating to a crescendo.

"Ahhh...AHHHH...AHHHHH!!!!"

Her pelvis began to vibrate as the sensuous flower exploded with exquisite slowness in her mind, washing her vision with white light at the approach of a superb climax. Zerrafina thrust her fingers as deep as they would go, her fingertips just reaching her g-spot. The imaginary Eric was atop her giving one final thrust as his warm seed entered the deepest room of her temple, and Zerra tried to mentally conjure how his warm semen would feel as it pulsed into her womb. Her pussy muscles began to contract powerfully as a small amount of her pussy juices escaped and dribbled slowly downward.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH GOD!" she cried as a wonderful orgasm gripped her and rippled through every fiber of her body.

With eyes rolled back in her head Zerrafina quivered with slowly fading aftershocks, and her chest heaved with heavy, impassioned breath. Even after such a great cum Zerra couldn't help but wonder what the real thing would feel like.

A couple of her friends in school had done it with their boyfriends, and both said real sex was so much better than masturbation it wasn't even funny. Once you got past having your cherry popped, that is. Both agreed upon that part sucking. Zerra didn't really need to worry about that, though. She'd long ago worn down her hymen from all the excercise she got and from her frequent masturbation.

"I'd better get going," Zerrafina sighed as her orgasm finally tapered off and ended.

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"I'd better get going," the twenty year old Eric sighed, unaware he and his sister had just uttered the same words at the exact same moment in time.

"Yes," Clarice agreed, nodding her head from behind her desk.

"He looks so much like his father did at that age," the older woman couldn't help but notice.

Eric had the same strong, squarish jawline and thin nose. His piercing, pale blue eyes were like those of his late father. They were similarly expressive and kind looking. The son had the same straight, jet black hair as the dad, although Eric grew his longer than Richard ever did. It came half way down his neck, almost to the shoulders.

"The boy is just as handsome as his father was, though I doubt he even realizes it. He's so modest. And hoo-boy is Eric built like a brick shithouse. He must work out every day."

Clarice had seen Eric changing shirts one day in his office and was taken aback at how chiseled and stocky looking her 6' 2" boss was underneath his polo shirt.

"Like a greek god. The ladies would swoon for him if he'd ever give them a chance. It's too bad he's so shy."

The somewhat frumpy, 48 year old receptionist adjusted her large frame glasses and continued, "Zerra only gets one Senior Prom. You'd best go see her off. Now git."

Eric smiled warmly at Clarice as she made a shooing gesture toward him with one hand from behind her workspace. The woman was almost like an Aunt to him, one of the only three people in the world he counted as a real friend. She'd been with the company for 17 years now, fifteen of them under his father's leadership and two under Eric's.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled affectionately, giving her a mock salute. "Say, what are you doing here this late? It's almost six-thirty."

"Oh, just cleaning up our contact database," she answered. "Sam is coming to pick me up. We're going out to Theodore's for dinner tonight, and it didn't make sense for me to drive all the way home just to drive all the way back."

"Ah, I see," Eric said. "Okay, then. You and Sam have a ball."

"We will. Tell Zerra 'hi' for me, okay?"

"Sure thing. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Eric."

The young man turned and headed toward the row of glass doors that marked the entrance and exit to the first floor of his tech firm 'Monroe Specialists'. His tech firm. The thought still seemed so very alien in his head. Some days Eric half expected to see his dad, Richard, turn a corner and give him a fatherly smile as if the terrible accident that took his parents' lives was just a horrible dream from the night before. The loss of his mother and father still left a gaping void in his life.

"Yet I soldier on bravely...for Zerra's sake...and mine," Eric reflected, trying to be honest with himself.

He often wondered what would have become of himself if Zerrafina hadn't been there for him. His sister. He had almost lost her two years ago...lost her to the foster care system.

"I'm not sure if I could have gone on without her around to talk to ever day...to see her beautiful face each day and be reminded that I'm not alone."

Eric had lost count of how many occasions she'd thanked him for saving her from the miserable fate of spending the last two years of high school stuck in a foster home full of strangers. Little did Zerra know how she had saved him from a downward spiral of self-destructive depression. She gave him purpose. Her presence in his life was reason for living and not simply existing in a dull, robotic vacuum that, without her, would eventually erase his will to live.

He'd always known on an intellectual level that his mother and father had loved each other deeply. Eric never truly understood the feeling of such a thing until his parents were so cruelly taken from him, and his sister was about to be taken, too. That day Child Protective Services came to take her away Eric had felt as though he'd been cut in half.

Eric had hugged Zerra tightly and whispering in her ear, "I will get you out of there."

Afterwards he watched helplessly as she was escorted away. When the door clicked shut it was as though an unbearable weight had suddenly slammed down upon him, and Eric fell to his knees as his legs literally buckled beneath him. It was like they'd just torn out his soul and taken it away. His chest was tight, and Eric couldn't breath. A high-pitched whine reverberated in his ears, and soundless tears trickled from his eyes to roll down his cheeks.

When his body finally forced him to breathe again Eric sharply inhaled a ragged gulp of air and squeezed his eyes shut. A low, keening wail built in his lungs and slowly worked it's way through his clenched teeth. All of the loss, all of the pain poured into the heart-rending sound as he curled into fetal position on the floor.

"That was a bad day," Eric remembered as he looked through one of the building's glass doors into the darkening skies and saw that dusk was fast approaching.

"That was the day I realized just how much I love Zerra...how she means everything to me...how I want to be closer than just brother and sister," he pondered, noticing some of the darkening was caused by rain clouds building above.

"Is it wrong to feel that way? Most people would say yes," Eric admitted to himself as he passed through the doorway and into the outside world, "but I can't help it. If I had more courage I would tell her how I really feel about her...but...I couldn't risk her freaking out and leaving. I can't lose her again. Not like that. I think I would just give up...on everything...if that happened."

Eric walked across the florally ensconced, grey concrete roundabout that lay in front of his company's offices and toward the black asphalt of the parking lot. He was halfway to his car when the first droplets of rain began to fall, pattering softly against the black leather jacket he wore that matched the straight, jet black hair reaching half-way to his shoulders.

"Well, shit," he cursed under his breath, "and me without an umbrella."

The young business owner sprinted the rest of the way to his silver 2012 RUF CTR3 sports car. Eric loved this car. His dad had never believed in opulent living despite their moderate wealth. Their family car had been a Toyota Avalon, a nice car to be sure but not even in the same league as Eric's RUF. The RUF's sleek, sloping, aggresive lines and rear spoiler made the car just look fast. Which it was. Eric had decided after all he'd been through he deserved this one, small indulgence.

He hopped behind the wheel and closed the door just as the rainfall intensified.The pelting drops created a sort of mist from the excessive spattering. Eric fired up the car's beastly engine, immediately turned the wipers on, and backed out of his parking spot to exit the lot.

Eric drove carefully as he wove his way through the water drenched streets toward the freeway. His parents liked the city but didn't like living in the city, so they'd had a house built in a small bedroom community some 20 miles away. It was a short commute that Eric tended to like more often than not. It gave him ample opportunity to drive and enjoy his beauty of a vehicle, as well as some quiet time each day for silent contemplation.

When almost to the freeway Eric remembered that he needed to pick up some milk and bread. He turned toward a small gas station that was also a convenience store. Through the rain he saw a car up ahead. It was a forest green Ford Taurus parked alongside the road. A short figure was at the opened trunk at the rear of the car and appeared to be struggling with something inside.

As Eric got closer he could tell from the back that the form was that of a woman, and she was fighting to pull out a spare tire from inside the trunk of her sedan. The rear driver side tire was flat as a pancake, and the poor woman was getting drenched by the rain.

"Sometimes being a gentleman sucks," Eric frowned as he slowed and pulled over a short way in front of the Taurus.

Eric parked and exited his sports car. He instinctively raised one hand above his brow to shield his eyes from the falling precipitation and hoped this wouldn't make him late to see Zerra before her big night.

"Would you like some help with that?" he called out, his social awkwardness and paranoia causing him to stop a short distance away just in case the woman was some schizoid freak who would decide to come at him with a tire iron.

The woman looked out from behind the upright lid of her car's trunk, apprehensive at first but quickly smiling as she realized it was a young, handsome, sports car driving man coming to her rescue.

Eric was a bit surprised at how strikingly beautiful the girl was. He guessed she was in her early twenties. She wore tight hip-hugger jeans, a white t-shirt with "DIESEL" written across the front in black lettering, and a casual, light green sweater. The word on her chest contorted slightly as it travelled over perky looking, B-cup breasts hidden beneath the t-shirt. A toned midriff showed between the small gap in her pants and shirt.

Her curly, light auburn hair was cut short, about shoulder length, and thoroughly soaked...which only seemed to add to her charm. Her large, round, dark blue eyes were set above a strong, hawk-like nose and luscious lips. Her wide jaw tapered down to an almost "V" shaped chin. Her skin was deeply tanned...or maybe it was natural.

"Definitely some Mediterranean in her ancestry," Eric noted as he took in her elegant looks.

"I'm sorry," the beauty responded as she moved from behind her car, "I couldn't hear you over the rain."

Eric stepped a bit closer, pointed at her car's flat, and repeated timidly, "Would you, umm, like some help with that?"

"Oh, could you?" she smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "I'm having such a hard time with this, and I'm running late for work."

"Sure," Eric nodded as he gave the stranger a brief, half-hearted smile.

"Thank you sooooo much," she said with a returned smile that showed perfectly straight, brilliantly white teeth.

"No problem. You, umm, may as well get in your, uhh, car while I do this," Eric told her.

"Yeah," the woman nodded in agreement, "I'll do that. Thanks."

She stepped around Eric with an enigmatic, side-long look. The gorgeous young woman headed to the driver side door of her Taurus and opened it. She paused a moment before getting in to shoot a quick glance at her rescuer. Eric met the look for a moment before he quickly and nervously looked away. Her gaze had plainly stated 'I think you're hot'.

"Why am I such a dweeb?" Eric wondered as he got to work installing the spare tire.

"Why do I get so damn nervous around pretty girls that I stammer like a fool? I guess every guy does a bit, but most work up the courage at some point to talk with them like a normal person. Not me. The only pretty girl I can every talk to is Zerra."

As he jacked up the car Eric had to admit his sister Zerrafina was the most amazing woman he knew. She was smart, witty, outgoing, athletic, kind, generous...the list could go on forever. When they talked it was as natural as the wind blowing on a warm summer evening. No matter what they spoke of Eric would never see judgement in her eyes, only the attentiveness of a little sister who adored her big brother.

Eric also had to admit to himself how addicted he was to looking into Zerrafina's brilliantly green, emerald colored eyes. To stare into them as they talked for hours was to be awash in a sea of contentment.

"Is it because I subconsciously compare every girl I meet to Zerra? Am I afraid they'll somehow see it on my face...see that I could never possibly love them like I do my Zerra? Is it because I'm too afraid to even tell the woman I love the most how I feel about her?"

Self recriminations and doubt filled his mind as he worked to remove the flat. Eric knew at some point in the very near future it was highly likely Zerra would be moving out. He had helped her fill out the college applications after all, providing only a bit of advice here and there while his sister did most of the work.

"What will I do with myself then? She graduates in a few months...then in a few more college classes will start. She'll leave and get on with her life, but who could blame her? Why can't I just accept that and try to...?"

"And try to what...?" Eric mumbled as he slapped on the spare tire, braced it with his knees, and began to spin the lug nuts back onto the studs.

"Try to realize that you'll never have the relationship you want with the love of your life, your soulmate? Try to settle for something less and know that your own fear is what held you back from finding out what could have been with Zerra?"

Eric tightened the lugs with a tire iron before lowering the car back to the ground. He lifted the jack and iron in one hand, the flat in the other and placed them in the trunk. The appreciative woman got out of her car and was headed toward him when he realized that the rain had stopped at some point during the tire changing process. So heavy were Eric's thoughts that he hadn't even noticed.

The handsome young man closed the trunk and was a bit startled as the lovely woman stepped up close, their faces only a handful of inches apart.

"You're my knight in shining armor," she said with a coy smile as she took one of Eric's hands in both of hers.

He felt something placed within his palm and began to look down when she surprised him yet again with a quick, pecking kiss on the cheek. Eric blushed slightly at her attention.

"Is she just gregarious, or is she flirting with me?" he wondered.

"Thank you again," she said with a beaming grin as she moved back a single step. "My name's Chase, by the way. Chase Calliope."

"Tell her she has a pretty name you dolt. At least try to grab some happiness before Zerra leaves you," the thought appeared, unbidden, but Eric's lips couldn't form the words.

"Umm," he replied instead, "Eric Monroe."

"Nice to meet you, Eric Monroe," she said with a wink, "but I'm so late my boss is gonna kick my butt. I gotta go."

Chase turned and sauntered toward the driver door of her Taurus. She reached into one of the tight pockets of her hip-huggers to fish out her keys, but they slipped from her grasp and jingled when they hit the wet ground.

"Oops!"

She bent over not at the knees but at the waist and shifted her hips ever-so-slightly to give her shapely ass the smallest of wiggle. Eric couldn't help but gawk at the amazing view of her backside and remark at just how much it resembled Zerrafina's cute behind. He also understood that Chase hadn't dropped her keys on accident, the enticing move obviously having been planned for Eric's benefit.

"Wow," he though, a bit startled by her brazeness, "she's definitely flirting with me."

Chase Calliope looked back for the briefest of seconds to see Eric's unabashed stare and to give him one last enticing smile before getting back in her car and closing the door. The starter churned and brought the engine to life as the driver's window rolled down. The young woman stuck out her left arm and waved goodbye as the forest green Ford sedan began pulling away from the curb.

"Calllll meeeeee..." her voice came to him but rapidly receded as she drove off.

"Call you...?" Eric wondered.

He looked down at what Chase had handed him. It was a slightly folded piece of paper. Eric opened it and comprehension dawned as he saw her name and a phone number written on it's surface.

"Oh..." Eric muttered in a dumbfounded voice.

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Zerrafina stood in front of the dresser mirror in her room as she applied the final, light touch of blue eyeshadow. She turned her head side to side to examine her handiwork, and was pleased at the results. Zerra had never liked a heavy amount of makeup. She always thought if applied too thick it made a girl look slutty. Just the right amount could enhance an already beautiful face, though. A smidge of blush, a thin pencil line of eyeliner, a light coating of cherry red lipstick, and a dash of eyeshadow was all she needed.

She stepped back to take a final look at herself before her big night. Zerrafina had to admit just how devestatingly good she looked in this dress. It was strapless and rose red, it's shimmering length hugged and highlighted her curves as it travelled almost to the bottom of her shins. The top cupped her ample bosom and provided just enough push to give a teasing amount of cleavage. A long slit in the dress travelled up the left side from it's very bottom to the beginning of her hip and gave a tantalizing view of her slender, sylphlike leg.

A pair of matching red, very strappy high heels graced her feet and gave her an extra three inches of simulated height. She touched the necklace that hung loosely over her upper chest, admiring how it sparkled in the light. The smaller, glistening rubies were outshone by the larger, scintillant emeralds interspaced along it's length.