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Elle's Story	By : Cozygoma-lover Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To break the tension he had obviously caused declaring his love so openly Sherlock rolled the die. Up came a number 6, someone was going to be dared, then... a 2. "Ah, now this is really interesting" Kaye explained. "As Sherlock has rolled his own number after Dare, unlike Truth where if you roll your number you get to pose a Truth question to everyone, now everyone has to agree on a Dare just for you, Sherlock. It is the biggest forfeit in the game. Someone think of something." There was a moment's quiet as they thought what would be a good challenge for him.
"Not that!!" Sherlock and Elle said together, and everyone else laughed.
"I know what he should do. Let's dare Sherlock to elucidate, in as much detail as he can remember, including his feelings and emotions, that first time with Elle, here, in the room where it happened." Ben had put on a ghostly voice jokingly for the last few words, but had said what at least half the others were thinking. Even John and Mary agreed though they knew roughly how it started from a previous conversation. There were a few mini 'clucks' heard from Tony, John, Kaye and Em, half expecting him to back out but Sherlock smiled, willing to take on this most audacious dare.
There suddenly appeared to be a great deal of jostling on the bed. Instead of sitting up as they had been, leaning against the headboard in the case of the Baker Street clan in the positions where they slept, or sitting legs crossed at the bottom of the bed for the others, now everyone seemed determined to find a patch of bed to snuggle down with their lover on as they prepared to listen to Sherlock relive the events of 'that' day in March. To resolve the lack of space, unspoken by anyone, they turned to lie across the bed in pairs, head to tailing with the neighbouring pair, appearing to be playing some bizarre game of 'Sardines'. "Begin as you first entered the house Sherlock" advised Ben, curling up cuddling Emma. "We all dare you!"
Sherlock looked at Elle, smiled wistfully as she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest as he took a couple of deep breaths. His monologue started at quite a pace. "First thing of note, it was bloody freezing. Such a beautifully sunny day but bitterly cold. We arrived here after Elle invited me to come over and warm up once we finished walking in Kew Gardens. She turned the heating on, and the coffee maker and lit the fire in the lounge. After making coffee, we sat on the sofa in conversation. I asked a general question about her house mates coming home and she explained you were at a concert and why she was not there, and asked if I agreed it's not the same if you're not sitting with friends."
His voice softened and slowed, his eyes closed, stroking Elle lying upon him, remembering as if witnessing events as a third party. Another deep breath. "I said I did not know having never been to a gig like that, then asked her if she would like to show me her bedroom. Her face was surprised. I leaned over and kissed her and felt as though my heart would tear itself out of my body. My first attempt in years at passion and she didn't respond to my kiss at all. I was convinced I'd read her reactions to me wrongly. Then, looking in her eyes... I don't know what it was I saw, but knew I had to try once more, even if it ended our friendship, to be certain she was rejecting me. I leaned in, kissed her again, and this time my heart rose as her lips engaged with mine and she wrapped her arms around me. I had been right to try a second time."
"Elle led me upstairs into here and... I asked her to make love with me. She turned on the lamp, closed the curtains and removed her jumper, leaving a bra and camisole on. I went over to her, kissed her again then helped her off with her camisole and bra. I cupped and kissed her breast and it breathed as much of a surge of life into me as I'm sure my mother's milk did as a baby. I felt empowered just because she allowed me to touch her."
"We removed my jumper and she unbuttoned my shirt running her hand up my bare chest. By then I was so turned on I was terrified I would ejaculate before I got anywhere near her. I took off my shirt and we both removed our own shoes, socks and jeans, standing in the middle of the room in just underwear. Elle slipped under the duvet leaving it open for me to follow. I snuggled in close to her, pulling the duvet over us and returned to kissing her lips and breasts. Running my hand down her tummy I found her navel then the start of her laparotomy scar below it. Elle explained to me what it was."
"I kissed her lips again and traced my fingers down her scar wondering where it stopped, stroking her pubis and hair. Hooking my finger through a leg-hole I removed her undies and she kicked them down her legs and out of bed to the floor." Sherlock's heart pounded as he spoke ever more slowly, his breathing deeper, becoming erratic, and dulcet tones, having totally captivated his audience, now barely a whisper.
"By this point I could hardly breathe. A naked woman was lying beside me, waiting for me to make love to her. I remember wishing we were already in the throes of passion so this awkwardness of those first touches would be over, but I did not know then what was about to transpire and would not have swapped the next sensations for anything. She ran her hand around my body, kissing my lips, throat and nipples, before eventually hooking a thumb inside my underwear."

His heartbeat was now the second loudest noise in the room, only just behind his own baritone vocal. Someone else in the group released a long sigh. "My eyes were closed and I lifted my hips fractionally off the bed so she could remove my pants. Again she used her feet to take them down my legs and kick them to the floor. Her lips continued to walk over my body and, as she kissed my navel her hand touched me, my cock, I mean. It felt like fire and ice in equal proportions. Then, as though to quash the flames and melt the ice her tongue touched the base of my shaft and glided up me to kiss my glans. Christ, [he half-laughed] I don't know how much more of this I can do."
There was loud objection from all but Elle to him even considering stopping now. The whole room was entranced by his deep silky voice and turned on by their story. Elle had slid slightly down the bed, her head now on his stomach, an arm and leg draped over him just as she does when they sleep.
"Come on Sherlock" whispered John encouragingly. "She kissed your glans. Then what?"
"She kissed my glans, oh, shit. Then her mouth wrapped around me and slipped down me, her tongue dancing all the time on my skin... I groaned. It was my first ever oral touch and it blew my mind. I said something, cannot remember what ["So that's what that feels like" Elle interjected], that's right - God, well remembered, and she caressed me with her mouth until I could not take it any longer. Huh."
Sherlock had taken a sharp intake of breath. The rest probably thought he was getting as turned on as they were at his words, but he knew Elle had just taken his cock in her mouth yet again, and was slowly licking and caressing him. He suddenly realised Mary and John were kissing and stimulating each other, as for the others further down the bed, they were actually making love. He did not care. He was so rapt by his own story, he swallowed deeply then picked up the tale, trying to keep his tone even.
"I pulled her gently off me and helped her back up the bed. Kissing her mouth I sent my hand on a fact-finding expedition. I touched her labia, clitoris then slipped a finger gently inside her. She was so warm, damp and inviting. I stared into her eyes, hugely dilated by now, kissing her passionately on the mouth as I lifted my weight on top of then into her. It felt alien but also so right."
"I moved as gently as I could. I was not confident in what I was doing; knowledge, yes but experience, no; but Elle's heated body was enticing me to do more. Gradually I relaxed and moved more freely, she encouraging me with the movement of her hips. Suddenly Elle shook violently into orgasm. It felt bloody phenomenal but I thought I had missed my moment but carried on regardless, hoping she would understand. Then I felt her starting to tense again and realised she was heading for a second orgasm. I stopped worrying and enjoyed the pleasure of her body tightening around me, squeezing me."
"Elle then moaned softly. My attempt at maintaining control vanished in that instance and instinct took over. I didn't know whether my head, heart or somewhere else would explode first. I totally lost it as my body went into overdrive. I kissed her gently, then more hungrily, desperate for her, then felt a burning inside me the like I had never experienced before. Electrified and enabled I pushed on savagely, uncontrolled, a pawn of passion. Elle was tensed around me again, moaning and breathing so shallowly. Shaking and sweating I released everything I had: my breath, a groan that seemed so loud it hurt my ears... and the seed within me. My body exhausted, I collapsed to the side of Elle and just stayed there, lying in her arms, within her, feeling her warmth billow around me, my mind totally blown." He sighed.
No-one said anything. Sherlock moaned as he yet again released seed into Elle's mouth. She had stimulated him far too well and he had no choice. The story had turned all eight of them on and there was sex of one kind or another happening everywhere. Elle swallowed then rose back up the bed and kissed him. He was stunned she had done that with a room full of people but none of them had noticed, even after his story finished, and he was already relaxing after such direct personal stimulation. Lots of shuffling of bodies again seemed to confirm that whatever the pleasure had been all had finally reached their conclusion and everyone was trying, trying but failing, to be as relaxed and nonchalant about what they had been doing as possible.
"Wow. I think we can put the die away, nothing is going to top that" Emma stated as she wiped a tear off her cheek, kissing Ben. Soft noises of agreement rumbled around the room. No-one had needed the 'cluck' option. Very brave of them all, especially Elle and Sherlock, who had appeared to have been unfairly favoured by the die. Heavy breathing from all incumbents was heard. Kaye and Tony were the first to sit up fully. Kaye climbed off the bed and opened the curtain fractionally allowing a modicum of wind and a shaft of watery light to softly penetrate the room and stir the other occupants.
"Lunch" said Emma matter-of-factly. "Elle, what time are you leaving for Sherlock's parents?"
"Sherlock said they eat about 7:30, so if we leave here around 8 this evening they should be finished by the time we arrive. It's about an hour away if no problems and the route by then won't be too stacked up with traffic hopefully. It should not be too bad a journey by that time, even on a Friday before a Bank Holiday. The worst of it will have gone through by then, even if we catch the tail end of the stragglers leaving the City. We would have to leave around 4 if we wanted to guarantee to arrive in time for dinner - it will be absolutely manic shortly." The rain was still hitting the window and ground hard outside.
Sitting up and stretching the friends all piled out of the room, throwing the curtains wide and the windows slightly open, off downstairs to start preparing lunch. The air was freshened thanks to the rain.
"What are you thinking of for lunch Em?" Kaye questioned as the four girls headed for the kitchen, the guys aiming for the lounge.
"I thought a warm chicken and boiled egg salad would be nice, with some new Jersey Royal potatoes we bought this week. Elle, you can do the eggs, your eggs are always so nice as the yolks are still soft. You are going to have to teach me that trick as well."
"As well? As well as what? Do I need to write you a 'how to do' list before moving to Baker Street?"
"No, but I am sure both Kaye and I, and maybe Mary too, would like to know your secret to a blow job that makes a man like Sherlock putty in your hand."
"Quite the opposite to putty I assure you, but the answer is practise. A lot of practise. You need to feel confident in what you are doing and be sure he will guide but not force you. Sherlock has let me learn my technique on him so he reaps the benefits." Elle grinned, unable to stop herself.
"Surely you know it all anyway from earlier relationships."
"Yes Em, but I'm still learning all the time, reacting to what Sherlock wants and likes, and what I like to do. It is as much a two person thing as full sex is. I learned the basic 'how to' with an earlier partner, but I have mastered things far beyond anything I ever did, now with Sherlock. It is very individual, as is each man's or woman's different wants and needs in the bedroom generally. Unlike with most things, you cannot just look at someone and know what they do and don't like in the bedroom. One area of sex that could be frustrating for Sherlock, as he can normally read so much about people at a glance." Ben wandered in on this group, an immediate thought springing to mind.
"Elle, you might be able to answer a question for me. The four of us watched 'Deep Throat' a couple of weekends ago for a laugh. Bloody awful movie, but I guess it was the 1970s, and supposed to be funny. Do you think it is possible for normal women, not porn stars I mean, to seriously take a man that deeply?" Ben's eyes locked onto Elle as he questioned her.
"With enough practise it should be possible, in theory. You would have to work up to it gradually I'm sure." Elle did not give anything away. The other three men had made their way to the kitchen now, joining the intimate conversation.
"Sherlock, do you actually enjoy Elle's blow jobs that much or tolerate them because you know she loves it so much and you love her?" Now Tony was probing for an answer.
"I really love it. Good job really! Over time I have been able to influence what Elle does as I've learned what I like. Between you, you and Kaye must be doing something not quite right because if she was doing to you what Elle does to me you would both love it, believe me. Those very loud groans you mentioned you heard this morning were caused by it." As Elle looked at him, he walked over and sensuously kissed her neck.
Ben and Tony were now on drinks duty, getting cans of lager from the fridge for them and John, glasses of white wine for Kaye and Em, Tonic water for Mary and long drinks of iced water for both Sherlock and Elle. Elle boiled a large pan of water, numbered half a dozen eggs on two sides, and lowered them in number order into the boiling pan, starting the timer as the first egg submerged. Em chopped up pieces of boned chicken thigh and breast and cooked it, boiling the potatoes in another pan, whilst Kaye washed and prepared all the salad. The whole meal was to be put onto a platter for the middle of the table.
Elle removed the eggs in number sequence as the timer rang and doused them immediately into ice cold water. Leaving them a few minutes, she peeled them with ease and cut each one into long quarters, as requested, the yolks still soft, but not runny. Eggs added to the plate they all sat down to eat together, the mood was light and very friendly. Elle was pleased to have had this time with her house mates, Sherlock and the Watsons. She was still feeling trepidatious about meeting the Holmes family, more so as time passed.
Lunch eaten and table cleared the friends again all found themselves sitting in the lounge, talking away, Elle looking more and more distracted.
"What is the matter Elle?" Emma asked of her friend who was sitting the floor fidgeting constantly.
"I know it's silly but I'm getting really nervous about meeting Sherlock's family."
"You will be fine. I keep telling you they will love you. Look, I was apprehensive about meeting your friends properly, having only met them briefly before, but they are no more monsters than my parents are. You are going to have to meet them sooner or later. You might as well get it over with. I cannot change them, and am certainly not letting go of you any time soon." He slithered off the settee to join her on the carpet, turned her face to his own and kissed her deeply, passionately.
"You look like you need to relax and think about something else Elle. Why don't you go and give Sherlock his fourth blow job of the day, share some 'love juice' between you" suggested Kaye, being naughty, eyes twinkling, hoping for a reaction.
"I can't" Elle replied nonchalantly, hoping for and getting a reaction of her own.
"Can't or won't?" enquired John.
"Can't" Elle repeated.
"There can only be one reason why you 'can't' ["I can hear the cogs whirring and pennies dropping around the room as you speak John" said Sherlock sarcastically, grinning again] and that is if you've already had a fourth." Sherlock clicked and winked at his best friend.
"No way!" reacted Tony. "When?"
"Whilst you were listening to Sherlock's dare, thoroughly enjoying yourselves, all of you, we noticed by the way." Elle was determined not to feel embarrassed by this confession. Rosy cheeks abound from all quarters.
"Perhaps a little time alone would be good, whilst we sort our bags ready for departure?" Sherlock offered.
"OK. Excuse us." Leaving all their friends downstairs Elle and Sherlock headed back into her bedroom. The second her door was closed and locked his lips were deep on hers. "Let's get our bags prepared" she suggested.
"Later, Elle. Right now I want... no, need... to make love to you." He pulled her into a tight embrace, catching her lips again with his and steering her over until they were able to sit on the edge of the open bed, still kissing, and manoeuvred themselves into a lying position. On their sides Sherlock undid her jeans, releasing her lips temporarily as he pulled them off her and flung them on to the floor, dispatching his own jeans equally uncaringly. Two pairs of undies joined the jeans on the floor without ceremony, the sheet then pulled over them, Sherlock moved down the bed, his tongue traversing her scar then straight on to her clitoris. Telling the story had really turned him on.
Her heart pounded as he circled her clitoris with his tongue then slipped it inside her. She moaned feverishly. After four or five minutes she was shaking uncontrollably. He had taken her all the way to orgasm like that and she felt giddy from the experience. Her focus faded in and out from sharp to fuzzy and sharp again. Finally he relented. He released his control over her and slipped back out from under the sheet, a smile of utter pleasure plastered across his face.
Hoping her friends downstairs were busy in conversation, not listening for every tell-tale creek of the bed above Elle ran her hand down Sherlock's body over his shirt. "Oh shit" he said and sat up, grabbed his shirt from behind his head removing it - more clothing hit the floor. He then sat Elle up, pulled off her top, unclipped her bra and threw them to the floor also. Naked at last.
Lying back down, now slightly out of breath, Sherlock found himself being stroked and kissed by the woman he loved so much. Time for subtlety and love was when they were on their own, perhaps back at Baker Street with hours of time to plan and play with: this was not it. He peeled her hand off his chest and wrapped it around his hardened phallus, closing his eyes in the process at her forced touch. His breathing was very erratic, hers was slow and tempered. Two fractured words left his lips. "Enable me."
"Gosh you really are hungry aren't you?" she said sliding down the bed and immediately taking his glistening glans into her mouth, licking him. Changing tack, resisting her usual option and removing her mouth from him, she glided her hand up and down his shaft, pressurising his form, causing a loud groan to emanate from him. Lapping up the concentration she was giving him he pressed his hips and head hard into the memory foam mattress. His hands found the fold of each of her armpits and he pulled her back up the bed, flipping them over so she was on her back. His weight now on her. He had gone from loving, to stimulated to ravenous in minutes.
Aligning his cock and his mouth he entered her in two places at the same time, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pushed himself within her swollen, extremely damp and receptive walls. Releasing her mouth he began kissing her all over her face, covering it with tiny pecks as he pummelled her body with his own. She was whimpering as he moved, he was re-engaging that area around her G-spot that had taken such a huge pounding only hours before. He seemed to realise that was the cause of her whimpering and adjusted his angle within her to remove the pressure from that already tender place.
Now he was positioned so no longer inflicting direct pain within her the whimpers stopped and she sighed with pleasure. This was more enjoyable than ever. She lifted her feet off the bed and wrapped her legs around his thighs, tipping her pelvis to offer herself even more to him. His senses were heightened now. He loved the feeling of her below him, her vulnerability charged him with an electrical fervour. His rhythm had remained quite constant throughout this, keeping his strokes long and deep, being powerful and demanding, yet sensitive to her requirements and his need to feel totally in control of her. She was blissfully moaning with his rhythm.
Beads of sweat jewelled on his naked form, giving his skin an ethereal glow. Her skin too was shining from perspiration, a heightened rosiness in her cheeks radiated as they kissed and cavorted on the bed together, the place of that first sexual encounter. They both seemed so much more worldly now, understanding the request of the other by touch alone. They had travelled so far in this relationship. She ran her fingers through his ever more dampening hair and took his lips in hers, bestowing the most delicate, sensual and passionate kiss on him, though the rest of the action was power-based and extraordinarily erotic to both of them.
He, now out of control, fucking her hard and fast, felt her muscles tighten around his cock as his body trembled and the onslaught of orgasm began. She felt his cock pumping out seed from him into her, throbbing indiscriminately, tantalising her from the inside out. Wracked with pain and pleasure equally her body arched in further spasm as only this intensity of love making could cause. They and the bed shook together, the climax of two bodies so wholly merged as one. Only one orgasm each, it may as well have been one between them they felt so much part of the other; it had been exceptional. Short implosive breaths were all either could manage. They had given everything, now lying arms around the other they slipped into short dreamless sleep.
Elle woke about twenty minutes later, their bodies still together, conscious of the thought of their friends downstairs. She gently woke Sherlock, who immediately pulled away, climbed out of bed, grabbed the smaller dark green towel he used earlier and wrapped it around his waist, holding the larger towel out for her.
Unlocking the bedroom door they went straight into her wet room and the shower. Hair and body washed they were out the cubicle drying off then back into the bedroom to dress and pack their gear ready for their departure to his parents' home. Elle stripped her bed and put the sheets, pillow cases and all the discarded towels in the laundry basket at the top of the stairs. They carried their bags down and left them in the hall.
How now to face their friends downstairs? Music was playing and they were talking animatedly and laughing, but it was no use pretending nothing had happened upstairs as they would have at least heard the shower, and they were both still damp-haired on returning to the lounge. Sherlock went for the 'nearly honest' approach: entering the lounge with a huge grin on his face he just said "God, she needed that" to Elle's chagrin, she being just steps behind him. She slapped his ass saying he was 'cheeky' blaming her for his insatiable desire, leaving their friends no doubt - had there been any - what they had been doing. A fresh cold drink each gifted by Em with a wink they fell into the conversation the other six were discussing, listening to music as they talked, Sherlock's hands attentive as ever to Elle's body.
John and Mary headed upstairs together shortly after their friends had descended. They too were collecting their gear together and bringing their bags down, ready for loading into the car when they were leaving. Everyone noticed they had not taken any additional time to be distracted like their best friends.
Fifteen minutes later and there was a production line in the kitchen. Aware the Baker Street clan would be leaving in just over an hour, a light tea was prepared. John cut oranges, lots of oranges, for Sherlock to squeeze; Elle was thinly slicing a loaf of bread (her house mates agreed she was the best at this too) and buttering some as required; Kaye was frying bacon - some really crispy, some less so - in two pans, Em dry frying eggs in a third; Ben set the coffee machine to full capacity and Mary helped Tony lay the table for eight, including glasses and mugs. Em and Kaye both smiled as Sherlock automatically bagged up some ice and dropped it into the juice jug. Elle had him trained obviously.
Bacon and egg butties consumed, along with fresh orange juice and coffee - feeling more like breakfast than an evening meal, but ample after the chicken salad at lunch, time was slipping away and Elle was preparing herself emotionally to saying goodbye to her friends. She knew she would most likely be seeing them shortly when she brought the car back to Kew, but they may be at work and it had been so wonderful spending time with all eight of them together. Em and Kaye agreed between them they liked John and Mary very much, but had been surprised by Sherlock. They expected him to be distant and maybe a little taciturn, knowing of him from reports read, yet he was actually friendly, incredibly confident, extremely gregarious, very funny and open, and so obviously in love and besotted with Elle.
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