The Falling of Katja: an Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett

Chapter
One

     
     
    I was born on Saint Valentine’s Day in the year of
1615.  My family and I, we live in the countryside of Hungary, just outside the
capital city of Buda.  We are mere peasants, yet we do not grumble for our standing
in society.  As for myself, I am a contented girl, for I have a secret…
    I am
in love.
    Just
two years older than me, Štefan is gorgeous with his tousled sandy hair and
eyes the color of the sky, with the depth of water.  I never tire of gazing
upon him.  Since childhood we have been best friends.  We have passed many days
just frolicking in the meadows together, him dashing after me, the two of us collapsing
in laughter. 
    Whenever
I am with him, there cannot possibly be any girl on earth that is happier than
I in that moment.  All my remaining time I spend anticipating the next time I shall
behold his striking face beaming at me.
    It
was not always that I comprehended I loved him.  Perhaps that was because it
was the only way it ever was.  Even so, I did know that being with him made me
happier than anything else could, he was always the one person I felt I could
be my utmost self with, who I trusted implicitly. 
    But
then, one day while spending time with him it seemed to hit me all at once and
I wondered how it was I never realised it before.  After that moment, there was
no turning back.
    We
were running through the wood and when we came out of it and into the meadow, I
collapsed into the grasses to catch my breath.  Seconds later he caught up with
me and tackled me.  I was so out of breath I could scarcely afford a laugh.  My
chest heaving beneath the weight of his body pressed into me, I felt my breasts
brush against him, and an everlasting spark was ignited.
    At
first, I did not comprehend what it was.  It traveled through me as a speed of
light and took up residence low within my belly, initiating there a subtle
ache.  Evidently, Štefan had no idea of the sudden transformation which had
just taken place in me as he was still engaged in laughing over me.  Suddenly,
my eyes caught his and his bantering ceased as he slowly perceived the change
there within them.
    For
one precious moment, our eyes locked and at once my lips quivered at his face
being so preciously close to mine.  I felt him lean in closer, the warmth of
his breath washing over me and my eyes instinctively fell partly closed.  Yet
before I could realise that which I desired, he leapt off me in one swift
motion. 
    I
was left lying there upon my back staring up at him, my head in a haze.  He thrust
his hand out to me.  “Come, Katja!  Let us chase each other some more,” he expressed
keenly.
    I
took his hand, reveling in the touch of it, and he pulled me up so that I was
standing before him, gazing up into his eyes.  “Oh Štefan, I am tired.  Can we
not just walk and chat some now?”
    His
full lips moved into their breathtaking smile, gripping my heart as always it
did.  “Certainly, Katja.  Whatever you wish.”
     I
smiled dizzily at him and he wrapped his hand about mine as we began to amble
through the meadow, though it did not mean anything.  Well, at least, it was
not supposed to mean anything.  But it did to me.  Everything.   And
now, I could not help but wonder if it meant anything at all to him.  If it
did, never did he let it show. 
    Anytime
we got close, our eyes beginning to linger, he would promptly alter the mood
with his lighthearted bantering and laughing with me.  Which was one of things
that drew me to him.  Even so, in those moments it was nothing if not
frustrating.
    Now,
with his larger hand engulfing mine, it seemed as though I could feel all the
energy of him channeled to this one area, creating an array of never before
felt sensations in me.  All of my attention was honed onto this so that when he
finally spoke, I started. 
    “Are
you well, Katja?  You are acting quite peculiarly,” Štefan asked me lightly.
    I
was embarrassed that he had noticed my