Matilda Wren by When Ravens Fall

quickly parked in the car park that was just behind the shops and almost ran back down the road, in case she had disappeared.
    She was bigger than the usual type of girl he went for.
    Past experiences had been with skinny, still developing teens, clumsy fumbles and awkward sex. She was buxom and curvy and even dressed in the baggy, combat style, pair of jeans she had on, the tight vest top she had put with it exposed her hourglass figure. There was not a scrap of make-up on her face; her natural beauty was overwhelming.
    He was so completely entranced by her, it had taken him a few seconds to register that she had stopped walking and was standing right in front of him. It was another few more seconds before he realised she was talking to him, although it was more like shouting.
    He was amused and impressed and turned on, all at the same time. She however, was less impressed with him and called him all sorts of names; a creep and a pervert being the top of her list.
    Her eyes glistened when she was angry and a small, thin, silvery-blue vein appeared across her forehead, which Sean could only describe as cute. He had never thought of anything as cute before.
    When she demanded what he had to say for himself, he could do nothing else but smile, tell her she was beautiful when she was mad and ask to see her again. It had worked, after a little convincing.
    He couldn’t believe it, when she had said yes. Shag ‘em and leave ‘em. That was his method. He had never had a girlfriend and had never taken a girl out; never really seeing the purpose. Girls flocked to him, so he had never chased them before.
    If they didn’t ‘put out’ he moved on. When they did ‘put out’ he moved on. This one though, wasn’t about that, she hypnotized him; first with her looks and then with her brain.
    Even now, three months later, she hadn’t lost her appeal.
    He found her just as fascinating and just as beautiful. He couldn’t imagine the idea of not being around her and she seemed to be the answer to his purpose in life. He saw a kind of normality that didn’t exist without her. She made him laugh; an entirely new concept to him. She occupied his mind so completely; he hadn’t even bothered with Maisy for quite a while.
    He had no need to exploit and manipulate his sister. He didn’t have the time either; he spent every waking moment with Rachel and every sleeping moment dreaming about her. Even the fact that they had not even come close to having sex had not deterred him. As long as she was by his side, that was all he was concerned with. Nothing and nobody had ever made him feel like she did.
    He wasn’t the only one who was pulled in by her physical presence. He had noticed it ever since he first took her out.
    Men stared at her, as she walked past them. Boys watched in envy, when they saw her sat in his car, while he bombed around the county. What made her even more enticing was, she was completely unaware of the reaction she caused.
    It wasn’t so bad when she was on one of his errands with him. His customers knew the score. She was Sean’s girl; it meant you definitely didn’t look. But when they were out raving, or scouring second hand bookshops, or browsing charity shops for quaint little nic-naks, which he frequently found himself doing without the slightest protest, because he knew it was what she loved to do, he noticed it much more.
    The first few weeks he found it amusing and revelled in having something nobody else did. But the amusement began to turn to a possessive infatuation. His obsession with her made him anxious. She made him feel things he had never felt before. It was a throbbing ache that griped itself around his chest like a vice, torturing him constantly.
    When he took her to the raves, she looked amazing. She would wind the wayward curls into tight, neat little bundles all over her head, each one tied with a different florescent coloured band. It displayed a perfect bone structure that was normally hidden