Captured

So before I post this story, I would like to warn the few who will probably not enjoy this. This is one of my darker stories I have written. I would just like to say before anyone complains, the woman in the story is participating consensually. Will I add my darker stories? Probably. I’ll also warn people beforehand. And one more thought. I wrote this a long time ago. I tried to post it on a certain site, but was told it was non-consensual. I never thought to post it here until now. lol
Enjoy.
-Morby

 

You walk into the small bedroom. Your eyes a mysterious shade of gray, hiding all the emotions you never had. You hand me a sandwich and a glass of juice. The sandwich tastes and smells good. I wonder for the umpteenth time if you care. You must care because you’ve kept me for 2 years. You get my birth control on time, kotex for me, and allow me to have the run of the house. I’m allowed to leave, but I never know where to go when I do. I always end up wandering the mall or something. I quit my job because you told me I wouldn’t need it and so far you’ve been right. Since you take care of me in that quirky way of yours, I’ve been fine.

I heard someone last night. It was a woman. She sounded nice and then there was silence. I’d question you but am too afraid to hear your answer. I wonder though if you’ll be nearly as obsessed with her as you were with me. Would that mean that I’d be replaced? Would I be able to go back to my life and pick up where I left off at? Could I even do that? I look at you as I eat my sandwich. Would I be able to go back to how things used to be? How pathetic does that question make me?

With me, it started out as a few visits, but then you became obsessed. You stalked me after work and I found myself enjoying it. You’d follow me from work and I’d make sure to give you something worth stalking. I’d leave the blinds closed but the window open a little. I would fuck myself, knowing you were right outside. It drove me nuts and I always came hard from it. But then you got me. You fucked me in the parking lot. Not that I’m complaining, but you did do it every night for a month. But that wasn’t enough. You had to have more of me. You tried asking me out to dinner and I said no. Had I said yes, would I be in this position now? You showed up at my house that night and took me against the wall. You held me up in your strong arms and fucked me until I felt you tense, then you pulled out of me, and came all over my stomach. Of course I didn’t mind too much, I just wished I could have swallowed it instead. We sat down on the couch and you asked me to move in with you. I didn’t think we were at that stage and when I told you that you needed to leave, you got upset with me. You dragged me down to the floor and began to tie me up. You power fucked me again, and this time I came. When we were done you untied me. I didn’t want to anger you so we left. And off to your place we went.

It was awkward, but we managed. The first night I was there, we spent the whole night talking and fucking. I don’t think my cunt had ever been that pleasantly sore. But then it stopped. You would leave to go to work, leaving me behind and then come home. Some nights you would have dinner with you and other nights we would order take-out. And I looked forward to it, I really did. I knew after dinner we would have a great romp, because it changed from you coming home and taking me where ever I was sitting to making me wait until we ate. And then it stopped. It went from every night to every other night to once a week. Now we were on not fucking for who knows how long.

You sit on the bed next to me and I look at you. I want to run away but I know I won’t get far. I never do. No matter how many times I’ve ran away, I always came back. I sigh a little and you look at me with questioning eyes. It seems like it’s been forever since you’ve spoken to me. We used to talk all the time, and now I think that if it wasn’t for the sex, you’d be bored of me. But now, we don’t really have sex. Some nights you’ll come home but won’t touch me and other nights you act like you’d die without my pussy around your cock. Do you love me? Probably not. I’m just your plaything to obsess over. I don’t mind it though. I’m just wondering if the obsession is still there.

I lean back on the pillows and watch you. You’re quiet and while I’m starting to I hate you I think I’m falling for you. I start to sit up wanting to touch you, reaching and placing a hand on your shoulder. You tense and move fast, pushing me flat on the bed. You hold my wrists above my head and lean down, only inches from my face. My pussy spasms. Your strong body on top of mine drives me crazy. I whimper as I squirm under you. Your gaze penetrating like I wish you would. “Please,” I hear myself whisper. I tilt my hips up and plead with my eyes, willing you to fuck me.

“I have to go somewhere.” is all you say. You get up and leave me, not even bothering to tell me not to go anywhere. I’m frustrated that you’re leaving. I’m almost convinced now that you have another obsession. You haven’t wanted to fuck me in weeks now and I think that you might as well get rid of me. I watch you walk down the hallway and then disappear around the corner. I wait for the cold sound of the door slam, and flinch just a little when it does. I want to get up and follow you but I have no clue what to do if I find you.

I remember the first night we officially met. You were holding the door open for me as I left the store. It was well after closing hours and everyone had gone home. The parking lot was completely empty. You came up to me after that and wanted to talk to me. We ended up talking for an hour and before I knew it, I was trapped in your spell. You pressed your hard body against mine and kissed me as only a lover would. I kissed back a little shy of course as this kissing strangers thing being new to me. You kneaded my breasts through my shirt while you nibbled on my ear lobe. Before I knew what was happening, you were fingering my pussy, using at first one finger then slipping in a second. I wanted to cum all over your fingers, and I wanted to feel your cock inside me. I knew that being in the place we were foreplay would be rough to accomplish. You instructed me to rub your prick and I did. You told me to open the car door and lay down in the back seat, and of course I did. You had me under a spell and I wanted so very much to please you. You unzipped your jeans and let them fall to your ankles. I was in awe by the site of your cock and I was so hungry for the fucking you were about to give me.

You pressed  your knee between my legs spreading them, then came down on top of me. You guided yourself into my wet, pulsing fuck hole. I moaned when you began to slide into me. You held me down and fucked me. I never felt so good and I wanted more. And when it was time to cum, you pulled out of me and jammed two fingers to replace your cock and squirted all over the cement. My pussy contracted against your fingers and I came hard. I still say that if your cock would have been in me I would have had a mind blowing orgasm, and I never had one with you at all.

I get out of bed and search for my clothes. When I left, I only brought a few changes of clothes. You’ve also brought me things to wear for you when you were in the mood. I grab your backpack sitting on the floor and empty it out. It’s obvious that you have a new obsession. I’ve had enough of this and I sadly decide I want my life back.

After I’ve packed, I sit down and write a letter. In it I write that I had fun in the beginning but then I grew bored of you. (Which is a lie, I tell myself. You got bored with me.) As I write, I feel tears starting to sting and I brush at my eyes angrily. I don’t need you. You are not what I wanted in the first place. I begin writing again. I hope you are happy with your new obsession. I only hope that for your sake, she’s not as smart and won’t catch on and try to leave you. I never left because I didn’t want to, but if you’re just going to ignore me, then fuck you. Don’t try and find me because I won’t come back. I’ll be fine without you. I’d say thank you but I’m not sure I’m thankful anymore.

I pick up the backpack that I’ve packed with my stuff and put the letter on your pillow. I head back down the hallway and exit the apartment. I climb down the stairs and feel the cool breeze of the evening. I head down the street and find a pay phone. A taxi will be here in 15 minutes to take me back to my house. I have a flood of mixed emotions while I wait. A part of me wants to go back to your place and fuck you when you get in the door, then tell you all the things that I have been holding back. There’s another part of me that wants to go home and get back to my life. But as I sit there, I realize that you were my life, whether I wanted you to be or not, you were.

The taxi pulls up and I get inside. He starts to pull away and I see you get out of your car. You are alone and have a bag under your arm. Tonight’s dinner perhaps? Well, it wouldn’t matter anyway. It wouldn’t be something I’d be interested in. I’d only be interested in you. I ask the driver to stop at a fast food joint real fast for me. I explain that I won’t be more than 15 minutes and go in. I order my food and notice just how paranoid I really am. I keep telling myself that I’m doing the right thing. I want you so bad. I want you to find me. And yet, every shadow I see move makes me jump. I get my food and head back to the taxi. He looks at me a little strangely and then continues driving. I almost want to talk to him. It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to another person. It feels strange.

We reach my house and I pay him. I get out of the taxi and head up the steps. There is a pile of mail in front of my door. Newspapers that have been rained on and snowed on create a little barrier around my porch. I open the screen door and make a note to replace the locks tomorrow. I get inside of my house and it’s just like I left it that night. I walk across the floor and stand in the middle of the room. There is no electricity and I dare not open the fridge. I make my way up the stairs, my body knowing which way to turn and which door is mine. I see a glint off of my dresser mirror and walk over to it. On it there’s a flash light and I’m so grateful for it. I sit on the floor of my bedroom and eat my food. It feels strange to me and every little noise I hear makes me strain to listen. A part of me hopes you are outside my house waiting for the dull light to go out and another part of me hopes you haven’t discovered I’m gone yet. I suppose if I didn’t want to be found though, I would have gone to a hotel or something. I know I still have money on my card. You wouldn’t let me use my money.

I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and crawl into bed, wearing my night gown that was left on the bed that night. I make another note to throw out all of the nighties and other lingerie that you bought me. Petty, maybe, but I don’t want to have reminders. I lay in the darkness, listening to the sounds around me. I sigh, brushing off tears that fight their way through. I keep telling myself I’ve done the right thing and snuggle down into my covers, they have an old familiar smell to them. It’s the comfort I missed so much. Before I drift to sleep, I wonder if you’re in your bedroom. I wonder again if you’ve even read the letter and if you have, are you going to come get me, or are you going to leave me be?

2 Years Later

I’m 21 now. I step out of the shop that I started working at after I left. I sold my house and got an apartment on the other side of the state. I have an alarm system on my doors and windows. I had a roommate for awhile but she moved out some time ago and I’m not going to put any ads in the paper. I watch my steps and I make sure that if I have to go somewhere my neighbors know so if I don’t return then they can call the police. I’ve gotten smarter. I had decided that I didn’t want you to find me. I’ve taken my name out of the phone book and all of the places I call, my number is blocked. I know that I’ve put a lot of work into it, but if it keeps you away from me then that’s what I’ll do. I keep telling myself I’m over you and I want the protection to convince me. I haven’t had any boyfriends, but it’s not because I’m afraid. I’m just not interested.

I keep having a dream about you night after night. I dreamt that you came up to me and killed me. You pulled me into a passionate kiss then held a gun against my heart. You slipped your fingers into my wet pussy and began finger fucking me. I had an orgasm just as you pulled the trigger. I come slamming up in bed, my body shakes and my head spins. I fall back onto the bed and try to relax. I wake up hours later, swearing to myself that I’ve heard your voice below my apartment. But I’m too scared to look. Finally though, I look out the window and see no one there. I should have known it was just my imagination. I drift back into sleep.

I work late every night for 2 weeks. I hate it because I get so paranoid. Not because of you, but because of the area I live in. I’ve began taking pepper spray with me everywhere I go, and I’ve even signed up for self defense classes. I bought a car and put an alarm on it. In a couple weeks I’ll go and pick up my dog who’s been in training for about a month now.

I get out of work and head to my car. I hit the alarm when I’m close by it. I get into my car and drive home. When I reach my apartment, I get out quickly. I don’t take my time getting in the door. All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. I had a pretty easy day but got stressed out by my boss. I lock the door, and toss my keys on the table, stripping off my jacket and heading down the hallway. I get into the bathroom and start the water. My body aches and the hot water will feel good. I undress and step into the hot spray, standing for a minute and let the hot water coat my body.

I finish up with my shower and step out. I put my long hair in a towel so it will dry. I step out just covered in a soft towel and go to my bedroom. I drop my towel and pull on one of my night gowns. I take my hair down and dry it some more. I go over to my dresser and start brushing it out. It shimmers in the light. Another change I made was dying it. I dyed it to a pretty purplish red.

I admire it for a second, my eyes drawing downward. My breasts are small but that never seemed to bother you. You would find some excuse to give them attention. At only being a 34 A, I always thought that they were too small, but you proved me wrong. My tummy being tight and my hips curvy with an ass that made most men turn their heads. I was never proud of my body until you made it fuckable. You made me feel good for a long time and then just tossed me aside like a worn out toy.

I walk over to my bed and turn down the covers, slipping into them, and get comfortable. I roll over onto my side and start to drift to sleep. I see your face as I dream. You’re actually smiling at me. I feel comfortable. We’re in a restaurant and it seems that we’ve enjoyed a nice dinner and are having a conversation. You lean over across the table and take my hand. I feel it’s warmth and smile up at you. You’re dressed so nice right now that it’s almost hard to believe. You have a black button up shirt on and a pair of black jeans. Your hair is brushed back and looks extremely sexy. Your eyes are the most breath taking part of you though. They are that shade of gray that I’ve never seen before, and they have such a strong emotion in them. You stand up and offer your hand to me. I take it and you lead me out of the restaurant. We get into your car and you put your hand on my knee, in a loving action. My heart swells as I look at you. We end up back at your apartment and you lead me up the stairs, whispering in my ear the things that you are going to do to me. I shiver a little as we reach the door and you let me in. Immediately you push me up against the wall, kissing me with such passion. Your hands run up and down my back and sides. I kiss you back with equal passion wanting to feel you closer. I start unbuttoning your shirt and slip it off of your shoulders. It’s unclear to me what I’m wearing, but suddenly I’m naked and you’re leading me to the bedroom. We make it to the bed and tumble down on it, you on top of me. You kiss me deeper and slide a hand up my thigh.

Unconsiously, I slide my hand down my body, slipping it onto my panties, feeling how wet I am. I begin to rub my clit as my dream takes me farther. I rub it gently, my hips rocking slightly with the movement. I moan a little at how good it feels. I haven’t been this turned on in a while. Truth be told I haven’t masturbated or given into any pleasure as much as I used to. I slip a finger inside and move it around gently. It feels so good. I add another finger. I finger fuck myself as I see you in my dream using your tongue on my pussy. I feel it slide down my slit and prod into my wetness.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about me.” Your voice is rough in the darkness. I open my eyes and look straight at you. I’m trembling when you cross the bedroom in long strides. You yank the covers off of me, catching me in the act of fucking myself.

“Well well well…”
I stay silent as I stare at you. I don’t know what you plan on doing to me. You pull my hand out and inspect it.
“Just as I thought. Soaking wet.” You grin that sexy grin of yours. I now know what you’re going to do me. I’m not sure if I’m going to be so disappointed though.
“How did you find me?” I have to know.
You laugh at me and then lean down, your faces inches from mine. “Did you miss me, darlin’?” Your voice is husky and I catch a whiff of your cologne. It smells the same that first time we fucked.
“Did I miss you?” I echo your question. “You made me live with you, fucking me when you saw fit, then you neglected me. I quit my job because of you. I decided to leave and had to force myself to live in fear of being found. And just when I think I’m over you…” I want to reach up and smack you. I want to kick you off and make a run for it.
“Princess, you’ll never escape from me. You should know that by now.” You pin both arms above my head with one arm. I try to struggle and you laugh. “She’s got fight now.. I like that.” I struggle more, trying to escape you. I bring my knee up as hard as I can. “I’ll show you fight, you son-of-a-bitch,” I say through clenched teeth.

You cringe and then fall over on your side, swearing into my pillow. I get up off the bed, but you catch me by my nightgown. I pull and it starts to rip. I try harder to get away. I finally manage and look back at you. You have a piece of my night gown in your grasp.
“If you run, you’ll regret it.” You say through clenched teeth. I turn away from you ignoring your threat and turn the handle on my door. “You don’t scare me. You never have.”
You come up behind me so fast that I don’t hear you. You grab me and toss me onto the bed, using very little effort. You strip your shirt off quickly, as I lean my elbows on the bed, crawling backwards, my back hitting the wall hard. You reach out and grasp my ankle and yank me down. You come down on me hard and for a second I think you’re going to smack me. I cringe, trying to cover my face but you hold my arms captive and crush my body under yours. You breath into my ear, “The lady’s got fight, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t do that one again.” Your voice is rough like your stubble. I can feel a bulge in your pants and feel myself start getting wetter. This is a rough type of foreplay, but I’m enjoying it.

I move my arms quick, catching you off guard and punch you in the face. I catch your lip, but know I didn’t do any damage. You grab both of my wrists with one hand, using the other hand to pull out something from your back pocket. I want to scream when I see it’s a knife but bite it back. You never threatened to hurt me and I doubt you’d start now. You press it to the collar of my night gown and rip down. It falls away from my body. You rip the sleeves and pull out first one then the other from underneath me. Your eyes darken as your gaze rakes over me. I feel the tip of the blade at the top of my panties, but you hold it there daring me with your eyes. I swallow hard and you put the knife away. You reach down with one hand and slide your fingers over them, my hips lifting against their will. You slip them completely off and toss them away with the shredded pieces of my night gown. Your hand rests on my neck briefly before skimming down my body. Your fingers tease my nipples and I try not to let it show that it feels good. I know as soon as your hand travels lower though, you will know the truth.
“Oh, don’t fight it, darlin’. Give into it. You know you want it.”
You lean down and take a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with your teeth. I bite back what ever noises I would normally make and stare down at you. “You, bastard,” I breath.
Your eyes shimmer up at me, dark with that knowing hunger.

I turn my head not wanting to stare into your eyes. A small shred of me hoped to see something there.
“Look at me.” I ignore you and continue to stare away wishing I was somewhere else. You reach up and grasp my face, making me look at you. I glare at you as you run your tongue over my nipple, then blow on it. I suck in a breath as it becomes a little pebble.
“Look at how your body responds, darlin. I know you want it. You know you want it. Give into it.” Your voice is husky and I shiver. You come up to me and lean down. “Give it to me.” You press your lips against mine, lighting a fire. Your lips move on mine, urging them open with your tongue. I open my mouth to your tongue and feel it sweep in. I brush mine against yours and feel your body shiver. You release the grip on my wrists and my arms come down around you. I tug your head closer to mine, not wanting to fight it anymore. You place your hands on my waist, grazing your nails up and down my side. I groan into your mouth, wanting more. I break the kiss looking up at you, your eyes glow in the dim light.
“I want to do things to you that I should have before.” You nip at my neck, teasing the tender flesh below my earlobe.
You get up off of me and stand at the foot of the bed. I crawl on my knees to the foot of the bed and take ahold of your zipper. “Not yet, sweetheart,” you say and push me back on the bed.
I laugh a little. You were never this playful. I spread my legs expecting to feel your cock pushing against my hole, but I feel you grab my thighs, and watch you kneel down before me. You slip my legs over your shoulders and press kisses to my inner thighs, nipping as you go along. I moan as you spread my lips, your gaze hot as it travels over my shaven pussy. You’d never gone down on me before and I didn’t really think about it. You slip your fingers in the slit, opening me further to your eyes. I cry out when you press your tongue to my clit unexpectedly. My hips buck and I writhe on the bed. You start eating my pussy with no holding back. You suck on my little pleasure bud. You tease it, nipping at it and holding it between your teeth, running your tongue over it. You flick it softly then hard. I start moving my hips as I feel my release build. You slip two fingers into me suddenly, looking up at me.
“Cum for me. I want it.” You bite at my clit, sucking on it harder, swirling your tongue around it. You’re driving me crazy. I grab the back of your head and hold it, pressing it tighter to my cunt. I groan and whimper as I get closer. I grind my pussy into your face and I feel it. I feel that white hot sensation. My breathing is ragged, my back arches, and I scream out as I cum all over your fingers and chin. You hold your tongue still against my clit as it pulses. My body shakes and I look down at you. You grin up at me and offer your fingers to me. I lick them clean for you.
I push against your shoulder, nipping at your fingers. I look down at you with my heated gaze. “I want to taste you, I want to feel your hands and mouth on me, I want to feel you deep inside of me.” I stop and look into your eyes. ” I just want you.” Your eyes brighten into a piercing silver as you stare at me. I sit up, reaching my hand down and rub your cock through your jeans. “Can I have you?”

You stand back up and I take the invitation, removing your jeans, your cock standing hard and throbbing. A little bit of precum at the head. You grit your teeth when you feel my tongue sweep out and lick up the precum. Your hands go to my hair tugging me, but I resist you. I slide my tongue down your shaft and back up, circling the head slowly. I look up at you as I take the head of your prick into my mouth, you shudder a little as I slip down further. I reach up and cup your sac, kneading it gently. I began to bob my head on your cock, slowly, feeling it get harder in my mouth.
“Oh fuck…” You breath out, while looking down at me. I never break the gaze as I continue fucking your cock with my mouth. I alter speeds and press my tongue to the bottom of your shaft. I release your sac and apply pressure at the base of your cock. More precum drips onto my tongue. You run your fingers through my hair, not tugging on it, but just touching it. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, as I continue to suck you off. You gasp and get rigid when I deep throat it, loving the way it feels while pulsing in my throat.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” I look up at you and your chest is coated in a film of sweat. Your breathing gets ragged as I gain speed, sucking harder and using my hand, massaging your sac more. I squeeze it a little as I loosen my mouth. Your hips thrust forward as we move in unison. You get really hard and I know you are about to cum. I start moaning as I slip my hand between my legs. I rub my clit hard as I suck your cock. You grab my head and hold it still fucking my mouth with your throbbing fuck tool. You groan louder and start pumping faster. I’m ready for the cum when it sprays inside of my mouth. I swallow all of it making sure none slips out. You release my head and start petting my hair. You’re breathing hard and I smile up at you, receiving one back.
“My god, darlin. That was.. Well.. That was amazing.”

I scoot back on the bed and you follow me, crawling up my body like a predator. You press your knee between my legs and lean down and kiss me. There is such a hunger in your kiss and I return it with wild abandon. You reach for your cock but I stop you. I wrap my fingers around and pump up and down. I don’t give it a chance to get completely soft. Not that you ever had that problem. Your eyes close and you let out a groan. I guide your cock to the opening, rubbing it up and down my slit, letting the head of your cock get wet.

I pull it forward, guiding it in, feeling you slip into my slick heat. We groan in unison as my pussy stretches. My cunt hugs your cock tight as you begin pumping, slow at first. I place my thighs around yours and you put your hands on either side of me. I look down and see your dick sliding in and out of me. I lean up and nip at your chest, biting a little harder in some places. I scrape my nails down your chest and stomach, watching the muscles shudder. You keep a steady rhythm as you fuck me. Occasionally, you lean down and kiss me. I catch your bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling and sucking on it. You moan a little, pushing a little harder into me each time.

I lean up and I whisper into your ear, “Give it to me. Fuck me. Hard.” I bite your earlobe and you let loose a growl. You lean down, and start to fuck me harder. I scratch up and down your back roughly. I bite your neck. “Let it out.”
You get off of me and pull me with you, laying down on the bed, me straddling you, and position my pussy above your cock. You let the head get in then slam it down hard. I scream out in pleasure. You begin ramming me onto your cock. Harder each time I come down. I look down at you. You hold onto my hips roughly and keep pulling me harder and harder.
I look at you and ask, “Is that all you got?”
You toss me off of you and make me get on my hands and knees. You lean over me and whisper,
“You want it hard. You got it, but if it hurts, remember, you asked for it.”
I toss my head back, looking at you, daring you with my eyes.
You don’t even let the head get into my pussy before you ram it forward, holding my hips and thrusting with yours. My cunt contracts around you as you violently fuck me. You growl and go harder though I see it not being possible. I scream in pleasure and grip the covers, sweat covering my body. You tug on my hair, making me sit up, you power fuck me on your knees and I cry out with each thrust. You growl into my ear and push me over. I land on my stomach a little stunned. You flip me over and slam your cock into my fuck hole. You throw my legs up and lean into me, fucking me deeper and deeper. I start fucking back, feeling you hit my g-spot. I feel your body start to tense and know you are about to cum. I lock my legs on you and hold your ass pulling you closer to me. You look at me in a moment of confusion. The whole time I was with you, you never came in my cunt.

I look you in the eyes. “Cum in me.”
You stare back, not losing pace. “What?”
“I want you to cum in me.” I start breathing harder my orgasm starting to hit me fast. I start bucking against you, moaning and whimpering, wanting it so bad.
“Take it!” I scream at you. “Cum in my tight fucking pussy. I want it. I need it! Cum with me!”
You let out a harsh cry and start fucking me faster, your jaw clenched and your eyes locked on mine. I start to orgasm, my cunt squeezing your cock, making you groan louder. I scream out as my world starts to shatter. My heart pounds and you reach under me, cupping my ass, pulling me tighter to you, pounding away in my cunt. I feel your cock get harder and then I feel it. You dig your nails into me as you cum. It sparks another orgasm and I’m done. I no longer know thought or reason. I just know your cock inside of me. Your cry is more loud and harsh as any I had heard before. I start to tremble as my body slows. You continue pumping into me, slowing, your body slick with sweat. I set my legs down around your waist and feel you slide out of me. You don’t move though. I wrap my arms around you not wanting to let go. You try and resist but I squeeze harder, whispering, “No not yet.. Please just stay here.”
I feel you relax in my arms as our hearts pound and our breathing slowing down. I lay there and I hold you, my pussy sore and swollen, but happy.

A Few Hours Later

I wake up feeling happy. You’re still lying next to me. I run my fingers over your chest and you catch my hand with yours. I see a smile sneak out from your face.
I lean down and whisper, “Can I keep you?”
Your eyes open and look at me. You smile a little more. “Now why would you want to do a silly thing like that?”
I grin at you. I figure it’s now or never.
“Because I realized something. When I was there the two years, I found that I didn’t want to leave. When I did I wanted to come back. I tried to live with out you but it dawned on me that you had become an obsession for me. But it’s more than that. I love you. It’s not just the lust that I felt those years ago in the parking lot. It’s pure raw love that I feel for you.” I pull back a little from you and wait for your answer.

You sit up in bed and look at me. The sheets covering you from the waist down. I’m afraid that you’re going to tell me that you don’t feel the same way. You pull me close to you, settling me under you and look down at me.
“When you left that night I never thought I’d see you again, and it scared me that I wanted you like that.” Your eyes turn a different shade of gray and you smile at me, leaning closer to me. “I spent months trying to find you. I talked to your old employer, the person you sold your house to and no one knew. It killed me. At first it was because I couldn’t have you when I wanted you but then I realized something too. I couldn’t find another obsession, but I did find somebody else to fill in the gap so to say. And I felt nothing when I was with her. I couldn’t even bring myself to fuck her. I wanted you and the moment I realized it, I had to find you. I had to see if it was real.”

I lean up the rest of the way and kiss you. I feel the tenderness and passion in your kiss for the first time and almost want to cry. You look back down at me and smile some more. “I was almost going to give up my search but then when I was shopping today I saw you, and all of those feelings I felt before weren’t there. I wanted to run up to you and drag you to my car and take you back to my place. But I knew that would be the wrong thing to do so I refrained. I hung around a little bit and then I waited until you took your lunch break. I went into your work and asked them where you lived. They gave me the information after I told them that I was a court summoner. I waited until I knew you would be leaving and headed over. Then when I saw you sleeping, and saw how beautiful you looked, I knew that if I messed this one up, I would lose you.”

“Well now you have me, and I’m not going anywhere.” You lean in and kiss me again, this time I can feel the love that you have for me. I wrap my arms around you and kiss you back, pressing my body tighter to yours. I pull the sheet up so that it’s no longer a barricade and feel your warm skin. I break the kiss to kiss your jaw line and move down your neck. I nip at your earlobe and you completely roll me onto you. I give you a daring gaze as your hand slips between my thighs. You completely surprise me and roll me back over, and start tickling me. I laugh and you look the happiest I’ve ever seen. Your laugh melts my heart as you tickle me, bringing your head closer to mine. We kiss again, only this time, I feel the promises of the night and forever after that.

Timing is Everything

Tony Reed crept up quietly on the house by the water. With the expensive looking exterior, he was guessing these people were loaded. Hell, he was more than sure of it. Slowly he walked around the edge, looking for a way in. He sneered as he saw an open window. Perfect, he thought, just perfect. These rich people never thought about the consequences that could happen. They were all too arogant thinking that no one would invade their perfect little world. Without making a sound, he crawled through the window. When he jumped down, he paused. Lying in bed was a small sleeping form. An evil thought popped into his head. Instead of just robbing them, he’d make them take him somewhere. Maybe he’d use his evil ways to get a few grand out of it too. Tony sneaked across the room and put his hand over a mouth.

Eighteen-year-old Kelsey lay sleeping soundly. Her and her parents had moved out to Florida about a month ago. She stirred as she felt a hand cover her mouth, turned and saw a shadow looming over her. Kelsey’s scream was cut off as the stranger said in a harsh voice, “Scream and I’ll kill you.” He said it very matter of fact and it worried her. “Now, show me where your parents are.”

Kelsey stiffened. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. What did this stranger want?
“I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth now. I want you to get up slowly and don’t try anything funny.” He waited for her nod and moved his hand.

Kelsey felt him move his hand away. She sat up, her long brown hair tumbling down her back. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, wearing just panties underneath. She swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly.

Tony gawked. He hadn’t found a little kid after all. He guessed her to be barely five feet tall. The way she looked, he guessed or hoped at least eighteen. His mouth watered as he looked at her perfect tits. They were small but perky and her nipples poked through the tank top she was wearing.

Once she was standing next to him, he grabbed her upper arm. “Now take me to your parents.” He paused and pulled her roughly to him, and said calmly. “And remember, no funny business.”
His calmness worried Kelsey as she stared up at him. She could barely see him, but had no problem smelling him. He smelled musky and very manly. Kelsey chided herself for thinking about how he smelled. There were more important things to think of.

Tony pushed her back letting go of her arm. “Now take me to your parents.”

Kelsey looked at him and spoke quietly, afraid of what he might do, “You’re not going to kill us, are you?”

Tony sneered. “I’ll do what has to be done. Don’t forget that. Now walk.” Tony had to admit he liked the view as she walked in front of him. She had a nice ass that her shorts hugged nicely.

Kelsey stumbled across the carpet once or twice as they walked down the hall to get to her parent’s room. She stopped in front of the door. “They’re in here.”

Tony pushed her. “Open it.”

Kelsey opened the door and waited for further instruction. Tony pushed her again and grabbed her arm as he flicked the light switch. Light flooded the room and her parents came flying out of bed.
The Meyers yelled and tried to shield their eyes, until they saw Tony and Kelsey. Their eyes flicked back and forth nervously, as Tony spoke.

“That’s a nice looking yacht you folks have out there.”

Mr. Meyers glowered at Tony. “Get out of my house or I’ll call the police!”
Tony chuckled and said calmly, “Such brave words for someone who has their daughter in his grasp.” He emphasized what he meant and pulled Kelsey closer to him. He put his free hand around her waist and held her tightly. She put her hands on his chest to push him away.
Mrs. Meyers held onto her husband and shrieked, “Please don’t hurt her!”

Kelsey froze. What was he going to do to her? She timidly looked up at her captor and really got a good look at him. He had long-ish messy brown hair and startling brown eyes. He had a straight nose that flared only a little and unfortunately a nice mouth. He was wearing black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. She felt herself rest her hands on his chest instead of push at him for a dazed second, noticing how muscled his grip felt. She shivered involuntarily and looked down at the floor.

Tony looked down at the girl he was holding. She was quite pretty and unfortunately, against his six-foot stature, felt really good. She had long dark brown hair that tumbled down her back and sea green eyes that could easily be fallen into. Her mouth and lips looked extremely soft. He almost hoped he’d have to make a point by planting a big wet one on those lips.

He looked back up at Mr. Meyers and started rubbing his hand up and down Kelsey’s back. “It’s your choice,” he paused for a moment, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your name.”
Mr. Meyers’ mouth tightened. “The name’s Ed. And I don’t suppose I get the pleasure of knowing your name,” he said with dripping sarcasm.

Tony smiled. “Ed. I don’t think it’s right if you know my name right now. But if you don’t cooperate soon, something’s going to happen.” He made his point by gripping Kelsey’s hair. He looked down at her. “And what’s your name, darlin’?”

Kelsey glared up at him. She wouldn’t talk anymore if she didn’t have to. Tony sneered and slapped her causing Mrs. Meyers to cry out instead. He glanced at the woman in bed. “Maybe I grabbed the wrong one. What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Dorothy.”
Tony chuckled. “Well, Dorothy, you have a lovely daughter here. I just wish she would cooperate and tell me her name.”
Kelsey spat at him, “Go to hell, scumbag.”

Ms. Meyer’s took this oportunity to scold her daughter, “Kelsey!”
Tony looked from Dorothy to Kelsey. “Nice to meet you, honey.”
He looked back at Ed.
“Alright. Now that we’re acquainted. How about we go out to that yacht of yours and you take me somewhere.”

Mr. Meyers grumbled something, got out of bed, and grabbed his pants.

“What do you think you’re doing,” Tony asked calmly.

“You expect me to run a damn boat with no pants on?” He glared.

Tony laughed. “I don’t care how you do it as long as you do.”

“Don’t I get to dressed some too,” Kelsey asked. Tony let go of her hair and rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “No, I think it’s better if you’re not dressed.” He waited patiently as Kelsey’s parents got semi dressed and followed them out to the yacht. He kept a tight hold on Kelsey as they walked. He had her walk beside him. When they got to the yacht, Tony stopped them. “Now before we go any farther, I want to make something clear.” He sat down on the bench. “If you try to do anything funny I will make you sorry. I don’t say things I don’t mean, so you best take heed to my words.”

Kelsey stood next to him and watched her mother sit down across from her. Her dad was busy getting the boat started. It started to move forward and she jumped. The last time she was on a yacht or any kind of boat was when she was a little girl.

Tony looked up at Kelsey and got an idea. He pulled on her. “Come sit on my lap, beautiful.” He laughed when she gave him a dirty look. “It wasn’t a question, princess.” His voice got a little gruff and Kelsey obeyed, sitting down on their captor’s lap.

They rode like that the whole trip. It unnerved her a little when he’d sniff her hair, making her mom sputter. “Ed, he’s doing it again!”

Tony would laugh and Kelsey could feel his chest rumble. Her bare legs rubbed against his jean clad ones. She was filled with many senses and it annoyed her. She could smell him and feel him. What made her crazy was when he would put his hands on her bare skin. Her mother watched the whole time.

When they finally got to where they needed to be he gathered them in the main room. Tony carefully tied them up and took great pleasure tying Kelsey up, making lewd comments as he did so. She found herself blushing and hated it. When he finished tying her parents up, he blindfolded them. Kelsey watched as he strutted towards her. Her hands were tied together, but not behind her. Her pulse sped up. Would he go back on his word about hurting them? About hurting her?

He put a blindfold on her as well. He put her in the bedroom of the yacht, making Kelsey’s pulse speed up. He gently set her on the edge of the bed, sitting next to her. “Now what to do with you.”
She swallowed. There were several things running through her head, but she dare not voice them. There had to be some rule against being attracted to a kidnapper. Tony ran his hands from her shoulders and down. “There are several things I can think of.”

Tony untied her hands. Kelsey jumped as he knelt behind her. He spoke low in her ear, his breath sending a shiver through her, but it wasn’t from fear. “I’ve untied you so you can untie them. But you’ll only do it after counting to five hundred. By then I’ll be gone and you are free to go home.” He rubbed the back of his hand over the cheek he slapped. “And remember that if you tell anyone, I’ll find out. And when I found out,” he hovered for a second and then placed a kiss at the nape of her neck, “I’ll be back, princess, and you won’t like me when I do.

Kelsey waited until she heard him leave before started to count, having a hard time concentrating. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” She wouldn’t dwell on what had happened. She wouldn’t dwell on what had happened.

A week later, Kelsey sat on the beach and looked out at the ocean. She had been having a hard time sleeping, because when she slept, she dreamt about him. She tried to put it out of her mind. First, she was afraid of what had happened, but then the feelings changed. Instead of fear, she felt a very strong desire for him. She thought about sitting on his lap while they traveled and then about how he had treated her. She leaned back on her elbows and tried to clear her mind. But it didn’t work. What would she do if she saw him again? What would she do if she saw him in public? Kelsey thought about how scared she was and decided that she would probably run from him, no matter how much she really wanted him.

Tony strolled down the sidewalk a happy man. He had gotten that job he wanted and was going to make some big bucks now. He thought about the family he had scared last week, specifically their hot daughter. Kelsey. She had started to haunt him in his sleep. He couldn’t get his mind off her and the dreams he was having made him wake up with his cock so hard it ached. No matter how many times he pumped his fist over it, it just wasn’t good enough. He glanced over and had to stop. It couldn’t be.
He walked a little closer. Sure enough. Kelsey lay on the beach, the sun shining on her body. Tony’s mouth watered. She was wearing a barely there pink bikini. Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Tony wandered closer, getting a better look at her. She had a pierced belly button and he noticed the full swell of her hips.

Kelsey sat up and looked around. She had the weirdest feeling she was being watched. Not wanting to seem too conspicuous, she pulled her sandals on, got her things together and threw on her denim mini skirt. She tried to make it seem like she wasn’t paranoid and put her sunglasses on. With those on, she could look around a little freely. Then she saw him. He was walking right towards her, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Tattoos decorated his strong looking arms. He was wearing sunglasses and Kelsey wondered if he had seen her. She tried to look like another person at the beach. She didn’t completely panic until he started to head towards her. Kelsey started to wade through the people, making it look like she wasn’t running. She turned back and noticed that he was following her. She picked up her pace and headed towards the sidewalk.

Tony noticed she had started to pick her pace up. This appealed to the predator in him and that was dangerous if he let it take control. But he followed Kelsey. He wondered how far she would go and thought about how exciting it would be to chase her. He followed her with no difficulty. It wasn’t hard to find her in a crowd. She had pale skin in her bikini unlike all the tan people around them.

Kelsey glanced back and saw that he was still following her. She decided that it would be better to just get away and wondered how far he would follow her. She started to jog and then took off running. She turned back and saw him chasing her. She stretched her long legs and let them carry her through the crowd. People parted as she ran by them. She didn’t care if she was drawing attention.

Tony chased her for a few blocks, and called out, “I know you can’t run forever.” He decided that he would chase her for a few more blocks then disappear. He only wanted to scare her and he was having fun.

Kelsey ignored him and kept running. Unfortunately, he was half-right. She couldn’t keep running. Eventually she would have to stop, but where she would stop was the question. She thought of many possibilities and then decided on just running home. At least there if he followed, she could call the cops. Making up her mind, she cut a hard right and headed to her house.

Tony stopped running and watched her for a minute. He knew where she was going as he watched her take a hard right. She was going home! He stood there and laughed at her decision. The last place he thought she would go was home. He would let her, but wondered if he should make another appearance.

Another week passed and Kelsey’s dreaming was getting worse. Instead of dreaming about him showing up and holding the family hostage, she dreamt that he had snuck in to see her. She would be asleep and he’d come through her window and then have his way with her. Her cheeks burned hotly as she thought about her most recent dream.

Kelsey had been lying in bed, when he came through the window. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her under his strong body. He used his hands and mouth to elicit moans and gasps from her. Kelsey woke up soaked and frustrated. Her dreams had turned against her. She had even gone as far as leaving her window unlocked before she went to bed. If he was going to come to her then there wasn’t going to be much of a challenge of him getting to her.

Kelsey sat on her beach blanket and looked out at the ocean. It had been a few weeks since she had her little encounter, and decided that maybe she should stop being so paranoid. The chances of her seeing him again were rare unless he was stalking her. That thought brought a little shiver of desire to dance along her body.
She leaned back on her elbows and put her sunglasses on. The jewel of her belly button ring sparkled in the sunshine. She must have dozed off because suddenly he was there again. This time they were on the beach and he was rubbing sun tan lotion on her shoulders. He whispered something that she couldn’t quite make out, but she nodded anyway. Slowly, he made his way down and started to rub more lotion on her legs. She sighed and lay back on her blanket. He began at her feet and calves and worked his way up. Kelsey’s breath hitched as he rose higher up on her thighs. As his fingers worked over her skin, she felt herself start to melt. If the gooey center was any indication than she was going to have to wake up soon so she could get home before someone thought she wet herself. Kelsey woke up, just as a shadow was disappearing from her line of sight. She had been dreaming, right?

For a whole week she would have the house to herself, she realized as she sat in her room. Her parents had been invited to an out of town business gathering. They instructed Kelsey to keep the doors and windows locked at all times. She watched as they struggled with leaving her at home, but Kelsey assured them that she would be okay. It was her only hope that he would show up and take care of the burning ache between her perfect thighs.

Thursday evening Mr. and Mrs. Meyers were scheduled to leave. Kelsey helped them get their bags into the car and hugged them goodbye. Her mom had a hard time letting go of her. She kept hugging her and said over and over again, “I wish you could come with us.”
Kelsey gently pushed away from her distraught mother. “I’ll be okay, Mom. I’ll keep the doors and windows locked and I’ll have the phone by me at all times.” She kissed her mother on the cheek and then turned to walk back into the house, feeling elated. She only hoped she wouldn’t be let down.

Tony watched from a distance all week. He noticed how Kelsey would go to her window at night and when he tried it, found it unlocked. He’d smile to himself. He knew now that she wanted him, otherwise she would lock her window, right? Today was the day he’d strike. Her parents had been gone for a day now and Kelsey hadn’t left the house. He would bet a fortune that the doors and windows in the house were unlocked. Tony waited until the sun went down before he made his move. He crept around to the side of the house where Kelsey’s window was. He pushed on it and it slid open with ease. As he crawled in, he listened and heard the shower running. Oh this was just too perfect. He shut the window and went about the house, locking the rest of the doors and windows. When he was done, he snuck back up to her room and waited in her closet.

Kelsey let the water beat down on her. It felt so good to have a hot shower. She only wished she had someone to share it with. Slowly, she washed her body, taking care of her 36 A breasts. As she scrubbed, she imagined it was him. She slipped her hands down her body and felt her pussy. Frowning, she grabbed the razor. She had battled with the idea of shaving it instead of trimming it. He probably preferred shaved, she thought as she started the slow strokes. She brought her leg up and took extra care shaving around her hole. When she was finished, she rinsed, feeling the new sensation of water trickling down her slit. She was completely shaved and happy about it. It felt so much better and it looked great. She slid her finger down her slit, feeling it’s smoothness and smiled.

Kelsey turned the water off and grabbed for her towel. She towel dried her hair first and then her body. When she was dry, she put some lotion on her fresh shaved legs. She pulled out her blow dryer and started to dry her hair, brushing it slowly, until it was soft as silk and hung down to her waist. Kelsey looked at her reflection and started to talk to it. “If only I knew where to find him.” She paused and wrapped a big fluffy white towel around her body. “If only I hadn’t run from him.” She sighed and looked at the clock. It was still early enough to go out. Maybe she’d get gussied up and hit some clubs. Maybe she’d have a chance of finding him or the other way around.

Tony listened as the bathroom door finally opened and stifled a yawn. He had almost fallen asleep but forced himself not to. He stood up and stretched his legs, being careful not to make too much noise. Kelsey came into the room wearing just a towel. He opened the door just a little, watching her. She was bent over her dresser and rummaging through a drawer. Her ass looked fantastic in just that towel. He opened the door the rest of way, grateful that it didn’t squeak. He stood wearing, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and had taken his black Converses off. Kelsey was oblivious to him as he knelt by her bed. He left the closet door open and heard her in take of breath as she turned around.

He waited until she had tried to run for the door before he sprung up. Kelsey screamed and tried to get to the door. Tony was on her before she could turn the handle. He chuckled as he held her pinned against the door. “Silly little girl,” he began as he held her wrists with one hand “didn’t you know the predator always gets his prey?”

Kelsey’s breathing picked up as she watched him. Her pussy spasmed as he pinned her to the door. This was exactly what she wanted, but why was she so nervous?

“You intrigue me, Kelsey. And I intend to find out why.” He held her wrists and then tossed her onto her bed. He followed her down, his scent intoxicating her. “You leave your window not just unlocked but opened and when mommy and daddy leave, you leave all the doors and windows unlocked.” He leaned down and inhaled. “You smell of desire my dear. Did you really think you could hide that?”

Kelsey swallowed, not sure what to say. She watched as he got up on his knees and slipped his shirt over his head. Her heart hammered as she got her first eyeful of him. His chest was muscled and smooth. He had more tattoos than she thought and all she could think of was tracing them with her tongue.

Tony reached down and grabbed the front of Kelsey’s towel. He tore it open and let his gaze rake over her. “Oh my.” Tony’s cock started to ache through his pants as he straddled her. He leaned over her and let his tongue sweep the hollow in her throat. Kelsey gasped and tilted her head for him. “Say you want it.” He nipped at her neck. “Tell me you want it, little girl.” He brought a hand up and gently squeezed first one tit then the other, massaging them.

Kelsey groaned, she had never been so heated for anyone. Her ex hadn’t made her feel the way he was right now and he wasn’t even doing that much. Kelsey looked up at him, his brown eyes shining brightly. She swallowed and opened her mouth trying not to stammer, “I want it. Please give it to me.”

Tony growled low in his throat before stealing a kiss from Kelsey’s lips. He wanted to bury himself within her and just lose himself. He deepened the kiss, being driven crazy by the noises she was making in her throat. Tony pulled himself away and moved off her. He stood at the foot of the bed and removed his jeans and boxers in one motion. Kelsey stopped breathing for a minute. Her eyes turned dark and lusty as she watched him. His cock lay hard against his belly.

He lay down next to her and ran his fingers up her thigh and barely touched her pubic mound as he traveled higher. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up over him. Kelsey obeyed without saying anything and placed a heated kiss of her own on his lips. He didn’t have to push down on her. She left his lips and then moved her way down. She licked his smooth chest and nipped his stomach.

Tony groaned and ran his hands through Kelsey’s hands. His breath stopped for a second as he felt her warm, wet tongue caress his cock. She worked it up his shaft and then back down. Slowly, she tongued his balls and then sucked first one then the next into her mouth. Kelsey brought her mouth down and sucked his length into her mouth. Tony tightened his grip on her hair and used it to bob her head up and down. She moved at a quick pace, slurping as she pulled up.

Kelsey reached one hand down and rubbed her clit while she sucked his cock. Tony looked down and watched her rub her clit. He pulled up on her head until his cock slipped out along with some drool from her mouth. “You suck cock so good, sweetheart, but I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I have other plans for you.” He sat up and pushed her where he was laying.

Once she was on her back, Kelsey panted in anticipation. She watched as he climbed up her body. He stopped and leaned down to play with her nipples. He sucked, nipped and licked all over, passing his tongue over her nipples and then blew on them, causing her back to arch. She had never felt so good so early on in the game. It was normally until she was about to cum that she felt this good.

Tony worked his way down, tugging gently on her belly button jewel and then swirled his tongue around it. Kelsey squirmed as he traveled lower. He used his fingers to spread her lips slightly and looked up at her. “Tell me what you want.” He flicked his tongue out and gently brushed her clit. Kelsey’s hips bucked slightly.

“I want you to.” She paused and caught her breath. “I want you to eat my pussy, please.” She thought for a second. “What’s your name?”

Tony looked down and grinned. “Why do you want to know that?” He placed his mouth on her cunt and started to work his tongue expertly. He flicked her clit, swirled his tongue, and sucked on it.

Kelsey whimpered. “So I know what to scream.”

Tony smiled against her skin and looked up at her. He released his torturing mouth for a moment. “I’ll tell you that when the time’s right.” He went back to pleasuring her. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped his shoulders. Tony picked her legs up and tossed them over his shoulders. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, tasting how sweet her wetness was. He wouldn’t stop until she either came on his tongue or begged for mercy.

Kelsey moaned and moved her hips. She wanted so badly to cum, but it wasn’t working. “I-I don’t think it’s going to work,” she finally said.

“Well what do you propose we do?” He was teasing her.

“I propose you come up here,” Kelsey answered, her voice husky.

Tony crawled up her body and grabbed her thighs, spreading them. He rested the head of his cock against her opening and looked at her. “And what am I going to do up here?” He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head up and down her slit.

Kelsey tried to push down on his cock. “Please?” she pleaded with him and then tried to pull him closer.

Tony looked down at her. “Please, what?” His voice had gotten deeper and more husky. He pushed the head of his cock in.

“That!” Kelsey nearly screamed it and tried again to push down.

“What?” Tony toyed with her, pulling the head out and then pushing it back in.

Kelsey groaned in frustration. “That. What you’re doing!”

Tony continued teasing her. “And what am I doing?”

“You’re teasing me!”

“So you want me to continue?”

“No!”

“Well then what do you want?”

Kelsey panted and tried to pull him closer. Her nails digging into his thighs. He let go of his cock and shifted so he could trap her hands above her head. He was staring her down, waiting for the right words. “Fuck me!” She yelled. “Just fuck me! Please!”

Tony obliged and rammed his cock forward, sheathing himself. He shuddered at how good she felt. She was so tight and wet. Kelsey cried out with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist. He paused and looked down at her. “My name’s Tony. Get ready to start screaming it.”
He thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm, hitting the right spot with his cock. Kelsey moaned and moved her hips in time with his. She was lost in a world of feeling. He had begun to kiss her neck, nipping at it and whispered in her ear, “I don’t hear any screaming.”

Kelsey, feeling empowered, replied, “Then you need to do a better job.”

Tony growled and fucked her harder, her whimpers driving him on. “I still don’t hear any screaming.” He stopped and looked down at her. “Maybe a different position would be better?”
He held onto her waist and rolled them over. Kelsey sat up on him, feeling his cock go deeper. They groaned together. “Ohh, Tony. God yes.”
Tony smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve been called God, but I’ll take it.”
Before she could retort, he began bouncing her on his dick. Kelsey forgot what she was going to say and concentrated on the fucking she was getting.
Tony reached up and pulled her down to lay on his chest. “You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” He began fucking her faster.
Kelsey moaned. “Yesss.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a little slut.”
Tony groaned and sat her back up. “Are you going to cum for me, slut?”
“Yesss!”
Tony changed up his rhythm to make her grind down on his cock in a rocking motion while he pumped his hips. Kelsey leaned back slightly causing her to cry out. “Oh!”
She reached down and ran her fingernails over his chest and stomach before grabbing onto his arms. He gripped her hips and they fucked eachother. One meeting the other in a frenzy of timed thrusts. Kelsey felt her body tighten and knew she was close. She fucked Tony harder and faster, eager for her release, not caring if he was ready or not. She wanted this, needed this. And then it hit. Her orgasm shattered her, leaving her feel like she was in pieces as she screamed his name. It didn’t take long before he was joining her, yelling as he came in her pussy, feeling their cum leak out over his sack.
“God damn. That was better than I thought it was going to be.”

Kelsey rolled off of him, laying on her side. She ran her fingers up and down his chest. “So what took you so long?”
Tony smiled. “Timing is everything.” He looked at her. “You didn’t get too scared, did you?”
Kelsey smiled back at him. “Well honestly the first thought I had was that I was going to be stalked and who knows what.”
Tony laughed. “I think I would like to make you my little sex slave.”
Kelsey pulled him to her. “Well we do have the house to ourselves for the rest of the week and there’s some rope in the garage.”
“Mmm, I like the way you think, Miss.” He pulled her under him and began kissing her again.

Confusion

So I decided I needed a bitching blog. And, no not that adjective. I’m going to bitch about a few things, specifically because I can.

Okay. So the hubby and I have been living in Utah for the past three years. I called it Hell and he agreed with me. But now, here we are in Colorado and I can’t decide if I’m happy about it. I bitched to high heaven for years about how I wanted to go home, and oh woe is me I miss my friends, etc. Now I’m here. But before I go into too much more detail, I guess I should explain that we originally were coming out here for a long-ish vacation. April 18th to May 9th. Not too bad, right? We got a pretty decent tax return and I decided we needed to come out here. Well, long story short, we realized how much we missed it and wanted to stay. So to hell with the other tickets, we’ll just stay. My dad got me a job, or at least he says he did. I have an interview on Monday, so we’ll see.

I was in the bath the other night and I felt so stupid. I was feeling legitimate home sickness for Utah, and I hated myself for it, but it did make sense. I had become settled in a place finally. I had a roof over my head, food in my fridge, people to hang out with, places I adored, and even though I’ll have it sometime soon, kitty cuddles. (I love my furry children and miss them tons.) I’m pining for some of the places I’ve left behind, but more importantly, we had a car. Sure it wasn’t our car, but the hubby’s sisters’, but we had access to it. We took care of it for fuck sake!

So now, again, here we are. I feel like I’ve pissed off my friends some how, or they’re just ignoring us. It’s become a HUGE pet peeve of mine for people to say they’re going to do something and then they don’t. I won’t go into specifics, but excuse me, I left the place of people who did that constantly. Fuck anyone who does that, seriously. Unless they have a damn good reason for it. I hate this spot we’re in because once again we have to rely on people. I’m sorry, but if you say I can rely on you and then you just fucking disappear…

Sigh… Whatever. This is a huge first step for us, and no, I don’t expect results over night. I know that’s not how it works. But for fuck sake. We’re sleeping on an air mattress, barely any food for all of us, and then to top it off, it’s in a horrible city. Yeah. Welcome home to me. I hate relying on people. I hate asking for help. I know I’m needing it and I know that people can’t just drop what they’re doing and come running. I get that. But goddamnit, when you say you’re going to do something, then you probably should. I have no qualms with cutting ties with people who play games, I just wish I wouldn’t have fallen for it again.

A.G.O.G 2

Well this was awkward. Hannah smiled at David. What should she say to him? Better yet, what do you say to someone who you just met and gave a blow job to? She cleared her throat, trying to think of anything clever or non-idiotic to say to him. I had fun? No that would be weird. Let’s do that again? How would that make her look? Hannah looked away and out the window at the passing scenery.

They rode the rest of the way passing comments. Hannah found out he was a contract developer and he worked Monday through Friday from 8 to 4. If she was right, that would be the schedule she would be working at the library. He found out that she was taking Journalism at UVU and wanted to be a writer for the news paper. Hannah felt like such a nerd, but David eased her mind about that.

“There’s nothing wrong with being smart,” he started. “In fact, I find it really sexy for a woman to have more brains that bronze.” He looked over at her and smiled. “Finding one with both though makes for a dynamite package.”
Hannah blushed, but managed to choke out, “Flatterer.”
David flashed her one of his sexy grins.

David stopped the car in his driveway, wishing he could just take Hannah inside with him. They had interesting conversations on the way back and he found out a lot about her, intriguing him more. Hannah rechecked her lipstick and appearance before sliding out of the car. They stood and stared at each other for a moment, the unspoken question hanging in the air. David smiled at her. “So what do you want to do to celebrate?”

Hannah shrugged. “I don’t really know. How about something simple?” She thought about her lack of funds, knowing she wouldn’t be able to afford much.

David seemed to think about it for a moment then broke into a grin, “I have the perfect thing in mind. Go change into something casual and I’ll meet you back here in a half hour. I need to make a couple phone calls and change.”

Hannah smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” She took her time crossing the street, knowing his eyes were on her the whole time. She made it inside her house and started to giggle. She was bursting with giddiness. She couldn’t believe she had just done that! As she made it up to her room, a million thoughts swam in her head. Most of them revolved around, what next? What happens now? She started undressing, looking outside her bedroom window, wondering what he had planned for them.

David sat down on his bed and took his shoes off. He could not believe that had just happened. He glanced towards his bedroom window, being able to see Hannah’s house. All those years he knew her parents from when he first moved in. He never would have guessed that they had such a firecracker daughter. Just thinking about her in his Cadillac made his cock grow and ache. He rubbed it through his jeans and smiled. It had been such a long time since he reacted this way to a female.

David got up and stripped out of his clothes, his body shuddering as the material swept past the swollen member. He left it alone though. Hannah would take care of his ache and that’s all he needed right now. It was very tempting to call her over and just have way with her until they were both too sore to do anything else, but explaining to his neighbors why their daughter was coming out of his house late at night with a disheveled appearance was something he’d rather avoid, no matter how much fun it sounded. Leaving his room to the bathroom, he stole one last glance from his window, wondering if the window that faced the street was her room or her parents’.

Hannah paced back and forth in her room. She had already changed her clothes, picking a short denim skirt and a plain black spaghetti strap. She was feeling a little adventurous and left her bra and panties off. The panties were something she had debated on, but finally decided on leaving them off. She just hoped that she didn’t leave a puddle or drip down her legs when they were together. She felt silly, but she couldn’t help but stare out of her bedroom window. She knew the window that faced the street was his and it excited her to no end thinking about him being able to watch her from his window. She had made sure to take extra time stripping out of her interview clothes and into her simple comfy clothes for their… Was it a date?
Hannah stopped pacing and sat on the bed. Her mind had been racing, but that was the first time the D word was mentioned. So, was it a date? She thought about it for a minute, hating the way her mind worked.

If it was a date, did she expect flowers? David rinsed his hair and reached for his razor. He set about shaving his nuts smooth. He had shaved yesterday, but he wanted to make sure they were more presentable. His mind fell back to Hannah. At the beginning of his shower, he had it on straight cold. After a few minutes his cock surrendered and softened, but it didn’t stop his mind from racing. He didn’t exactly have time to run out and get her flowers or candy or any of that. He chuckled as he imagined the look on her face. Wait. What if she really did expect all of that? What if she is seeing this as a date? Did that mean that he would have to start courting her? He thought about what happened in the car, only this time he was worried. What if she held out? Well that would be okay, wouldn’t it? It’s not like he should expect her to put out. After all, he didn’t even know if she was a virgin. That thought scared him as he finished his shower.
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It wasn’t like she was a virgin, Hannah just wasn’t that kind of girl. But at that moment, she decided she wanted to be. To hell with the consequences. If he didn’t want a girlfriend out of this then she wouldn’t be hurt by it. It was just sex, right? But what if he was one of those weirdos that when you have sex with them, they automatically think it means you’re in a relationship. She sighed. Even if they ended up being fuck buddies, she would be just fine with that. But what if he wanted more?
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And if she was a virgin, was he going to be willing to pop her cherry in the backseat of his Caddy? He slipped his shirt on and grabbed his towel, roughly drying his hair. If that was going to happen, would she be offended if he brought a towel? He stood up straight and grabbed his deodorant from the cabinet, putting some on before buttoning up his black shirt. David ran the comb through his hair and stared at his reflection. He was nervous. A part of him wanted to call and say that something had come up, but how would that look? He left the bathroom and padded into his bedroom, taking a glance out his window, deciding that it was her bedroom window that faced his.
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He had never been so drawn to a female before, and he didn’t count his obsession with his eighth grade teacher when he was fourteen. David smiled. If she was the kind of girl that wanted a relationship, he could be into that. He barely knew her and hoped that the topic wouldn’t get brought up. It’s not like he didn’t want to be with someone, he just wasn’t ready to settle down. And he knew, from conversations with Hannah’s parents that she was raised to be a good Mormon girl. Lights, bells, and whistles went off in his head, but he ignored them. He put his socks and shoes on and sprayed himself with a little cologne.
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Hannah slipped her high heeled sandals on and walked down the stairs.
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David grabbed a towel from the cupboard and strode downstairs.
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Come Hell or high water, they were going to have fun tonight.
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David started to knock on the door just as Hannah opened it, causing them to laugh. It was noticeable to them both that the awkward factor had come into play. David spoke first, “Shall we?” He offered her a smile and his arm, which she took, smiling back at him. Something had definitely changed, but neither was willing to address it. Hannah let David lead her across the street and waited as he opened the door for her.

David got in on his own side and started the car. “You look really good, Hannah, and it’s just perfect for what I have planned.”
Hannah turned to look at him, smiling. “Thank you, David. You look good too.” She paused for a second, “What are the plans for tonight?”

David winked at her before slipping his sunglasses into place. “It’s a surprise.”

Hannah giggled. “Is it going to be another drug run?”

David laughed and didn’t answer. Was he having regrets about that already?

The conversation lulled between the two of them as David drove up State Street, turning onto University Parkway. He had found out that Hannah enjoyed sports and going to bars.

“So how old are you?” Hannah asked before she took a bite of her bacon cheeseburger, sitting at the little table at In and Out Burger. David smiled. “Promise you won’t run away screaming?”
Hannah laughed, “No guarantee.”
Since they had arrived at In and Out Burger, the conversation had started to flow more.
“I’m 34.”

“That’s not bad. I thought you were younger.” She smiled. “And my mom calls you, “that nice young boy who lives across the street.””
They laughed together. “Well she’s allowed to think I’m the nice young boy. To her I am.”
Hannah thought about it for a minute. She was 21 and he was 34. Her thoughts from earlier had dissipated, but now she wondered if there would be too much of a time gap between them.
“You’re 21, right?”
Hannah nodded and took a drink.
“Do you ever get out to Salt Lake?”
“My friends live up there, so I try to make it on the weekends. There aren’t many things to do down here in Provo.”

David nodded. The questions from earlier were hazy in his head and he had to think of something else to ask before they had another awkward silence. “Do you like the club scene?”

Hannah shook her head. “Not really. I go up there on the weekends,, but it’s the one place I can go where I’m not restricted by the “Mormon code,” she added in quotations. “I don’t really participate on the dance floor. If I’m going to dance, it’s in my room where no one else can see.” Which was a truth and a lie. It depended on how much alcohol she had consumed, but she didn’t think it was appropriate to mention that.”

David chuckled low. “Now that’s something I’d want to see.” His tone was suggestive and he gave her a look that melted her. Suddenly it was like the gates opened. Hannah became aware that she wasn’t wearing panties and gazed at David, saying in a low sexy voice, “I’d let you watch if you wanted to.”

And then the awkwardness was broken. They finished their meal with passing comments and Hannah watched as David threw their trash away. The man had such a nice ass. She couldn’t wait to pull on it as he drove into her. The thought made her shiver and she had to clamp her thighs tight, hoping there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the back of her skirt.

They hopped back into David’s Caddy and drove back up State Street. Hannah wasn’t sure what to say and was afraid that if she did say something it would be along the lines of, “let’s pull off somewhere and fuck.” Instead she asked, “Read any good books lately?”

David glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and answered, sounding amused, “Actually yeah. I’ve been reading some thrillers. How about you?”

“I’ve been reading Science Fiction mainly.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah.”

Well that went well.

Hannah smiled. “So you’re not going to tell me where we’re going?”
David shook his head, smiling. “Nope. It’s a surprise.”
They started to say something, which caused them to laugh, followed by an unison comment, “Go ahead.”
They laughed again and were silent for a second, before David asked, “Are we on a date?” He had finally decided to ask since it was bothering him.
Hannah laughed again. “I was just going to ask that.”
David laughed with her. “Well that’s cool.” He paused. “So are we?”
“Only if you want it to be. I’m fine with this being a hang out or a date.” She paused. “What say you?”
“Well I say that we should see how things go and decide from there. I’m just having a great time right now and was wondering how you felt about it.”
Hannah nodded and continued to look out the window. “My thoughts exactly.” She looked at him and smiled. “I just want you to know first off that I’m not that kind of girl, David.”
David swallowed and braced himself for the lecture that was sure to follow. “What do you mean, Hannah?” He stole a glance at her before turning his gaze back to the road.
“Well I was thinking about what happened earlier and it was a lot of fun.” She took a deep breath, thinking that it was now or never.

Here it came.

“But I don’t want you to think that just because that happened you have to take me out. I know you said we would be celebrating after I told you I got the job, but I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel obligated. I don’t need to be taken on a date, and we don’t have to progress further, if you don’t want. I’m just happy being here.”

David felt like he could lean over and kiss her. Those words made him feel so much better. Imagine how awkward it would have been if he had shown up with flowers. There was still something bothering him, but he didn’t know how to address it. He was about to say so, when they reached their destination. “We’re here,” he said instead,

Basin Drive In, in Mt. Pleasant, was about an hour’s drive from Provo, but when Hannah saw where they were, she was pleasantly surprised. It had been years since she went to a Drive In movie. The last time she was here, she was on a date with a nice boy from her church. It was during her unsure years. Hannah came downstairs wearing a skirt that a little too short and a long silver chain necklace that disappeared down her low cut tank top. Nicolas Bradley. That was his name. Hannah was 18 and ready to move on, but he was a return missionary who had stole her heart before he left. He even wrote letters to her while he was on his mission in Nepal. But as he was gone, things had happened. Hannah had started to see that what she had put so much faith and belief in wasn’t comforting to her. She started to have questions that couldn’t be answered, and originally she wanted to be a scientist. That didn’t bode well with what she was trying to accomplish. Blind faith just wasn’t for her. And when Nicolas showed up to take her out, he almost walked back out the door. At first she had suggested they go dancing in Salt Lake, but he wasn’t too keen on that. So they ended up going to Mt. Pleasant. Almost the whole time they sat there, Hannah’s hormones were raging. It would be the ultimate way of giving the middle finger to the church, which she so desperately wanted to do. So her and Nicolas started to make out. It was getting pretty hot and heavy, but when she took her top off and reached between his legs, he put the brakes on. She sheepishly put her tank top back on and they sat through the rest of the movie in silence. When he dropped her off, he not so subtly told her that they couldn’t date. He didn’t want to break his temple vows, and she was definitely a temptation to him.

Hannah was brought back to reality when David asked what movie she wanted to see. They picked a movie together, deciding on a double feature comedy. Hannah had felt a change in the evening, but wasn’t quite sure if it was sexual tension or more awkwardness. As he drove to the spot for them to watch the movie, she noticed that the lot was pretty full. And then she noticed all the teenagers.

“Are you ready?”

Hannah was snapped out of staring, feeling foolish. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about how many teenagers are here. ”
David smiled. “Quite a few, huh?” He looked around. “Do you want to go exchange our tickets for a Rated R flick?”
“No, that’s alright. I don’t mind it, I just wasn’t expecting it. Of course it is possible that they’re BYU students.”
David nodded his agreement. He set up the speakers and leaned his seat back. “Do you want to get anything from the snack bar?”
“I think a drink would be good.” She started to get out of the car, but David stopped her. “I’ll get it. What would you like?”
“A Coke please.”
“You got it.”
“I could get it, David. It’s not a big deal.” But he had ignored her and walked off.
It was sweet, but a little unnerving. David hadn’t let her pay for a single thing yet. He insisted that he pay for dinner because it was his idea, and said the same about the movie. She had the feeling he would insist on paying for everything tonight. It didn’t take too long for her to pick him out as he made his way back to the Caddy, carrying a drink holder a pack of gummy bears and a package of honey roasted peanuts. So he was a snack guy. Why she made the mental note, she couldn’t say why, but that was a bit of information that would probably never go away.

The movie started and David couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. Hannah had stopped being happy and he was afraid he had upset her. By the middle of the movie, he finally asked. Hannah turned her baby blues on him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, have I done anything to upset you?”

Hannah smiled at David, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not at all. I was just thinking about the last time I was here.”

“Would I be prying if I asked what happened?”

Hannah shook her head and told him about her last experience. “I just felt so weird after our date. I mean here was this boy who I had had a crush on forever and I blew it because I was horny. I had been raised with the concept of waiting, but with him, I didn’t want to. And now I feel ridiculous about discussing a date I was on while being,” she paused. Were they on a date?

David turned to her fully. It was now or never. “Are you a virgin?”

Hannah blinked a couple times. Well that was out of left field.

Oh great, now she hates me.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Hannah answered. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Did I push it too far earlier?”

Hannah smiled this time. Ah. So he was worried. That was sweet. “No, not at all. I mean I will admit that I probably wouldn’t have done that with anyone else, but you,” she paused and put her hand on his leg. “You’re different. I felt the attraction, and wouldn’t have thought it possible to act on it.”

David smiled, clearly relieved. “So it’s not a bad thing that I want you right now?”

Hannah scooted closer. “How bad?”

“Very bad.”

Hannah smiled, her voice low and husky. “Prove it.”

David groaned and pulled her on his lap, his hands roaming up her legs until he reached under her skirt. When he found she wasn’t wearing any panties, he groaned again. “We don’t have to do this here, just so you know. I have no problems with driving back to my place and having you proper.”

Hannah giggled. “But then I’d miss out on another first.”

David kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. “And what would that be?”

“Being fucked in the back of a Caddy.”

“Mmm, good point.” He adjusted them so they could crawl to the backseat. “It’s a good thing these things are roomy.”

Hannah spread her legs for him, as he adjusted himself between them. He kissed her deeply, as she ran her fingers through his hair. She moaned as he gently slipped a finger between her folds and stroked. His touch was creating a fire while it teased her. “More,” she panted.

David chuckled and reached down between them to undo his jeans. “I feel like a teenager right now. Having sex in the back of my Caddy.”

Hannah grinned. “Have you ever done this before?” She reached between them to pull and tug at his shirt. “Off.” She said.

David obliged her by taking his shirt off. He wasn’t planning on getting completely naked, but they were parked far enough back that they wouldn’t be seen. He took this opportunity to take his jeans off. Once he had his jeans all the way off, he lifted her skirt around her hips. He watched as Hannah lifted her top. His breath caught as her breasts were freed.

Hannah blushed as David hungrily fondled and paid attention to her breasts. She lifted up for him, but he left her top on. “I like it this way. It makes it look more naughty.”

Hannah moaned as he teased her nipples with his mouth, expertly lavishing them with his tongue. “Oh, David.” She pressed his head closer. “That feels so good.”

Hannah noticed that he was taking his time with her, and while she appreciated it, she wanted more. She wanted him now in the worst way. His patience was sweet, but he body was a ticking time bomb and she was pretty sure she would explode if he didn’t take her now. She was slightly awarded as he slipped a finger into her, curling it before sliding it back out. Hannah’s hips bucked. “Oh!”

She moaned as he added another finger which he appreciated. God, she was so beautiful. He wanted to take his time with her, not wanting to rush in case it scared her. He wanted her to feel wanted, to feel lusted after. After adding the second finger, he felt her pussy squeeze them. God, she would feel amazing. She already did, but his aching cock hungered for more.

Hannah’s pussy convulsed around his fingers. God, that felt good. She never knew fingers could feel that great. But as great as it was, her pussy hungered for more. She was salivating over the thought of his cock plunging into her. Her body burned and she knew she had to have him.

“David, I’m not a virgin. Fuck me!” Hannah panted and stared at him, her body over heating. Something inside David snapped. It was like a gate opened and he rushed forward. His cock aching from being harder than it had ever been, he gripped the base and positioned it at Hannah’s tight, wet opening. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want to ignore her either. He pushed the head in, groaning at how good just that simple act felt. He watched as those perfect lips formed an ‘o’ as he slid a little further in. Hannah moaned and reached down, pulling on David’s hips, whispering, “Please, please just give it to me.”

David shuddered and pushed his length all the way in, reveling in how good she felt. Hugged by a warm, wet and tight pussy, his cock twitched. She kept pulling at his hips whispering, but he couldn’t just give what she wanted without cumming too soon and he wanted this to last a little. She was making it damn hard by lifting and wiggling her hips. That and the noises she was making. And he hadn’t even started yet. Well he’d have to change that.

Hannah moaned as he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back in. Slowly he picked up the pace to a steady rhythm that the both of them were happy with. David moaned as he looked down. The screen provided just enough light to see his cock plunge in and out. He couldn’t remember a pussy ever feeling so good. And he let himself indulge. He would speed up and listen to her moan, then slow down and listen to her whimper.

He found her lips again, but then cursed as the lights in the parkinglot raised.

Shit.

He stopped and sat up some. Yep, the movie was over. Luckily it was only the first one. He looked down at her. She had her leg wrapped around his thigh and was panting. Her eyes sparkled with desire and her lips were slightly puffy, swollen from the kissing. She grinned slyly at him and bit her lower lip. She didn’t need to voice her thoughts. David bucked his hips forward and leaned down again.

Hannah gasped and licked her lips, her eyes slightly out of focus. David grinned down at her. “More?” she asked. David bucked his hips again, toying with her. “What was that?”
“More.”
He bucked and pulled back.
Hannah grabbed at his hips, digging her nails in. “You’re driving me crazy right now.”
David chuckled and moved forward slowly. He surprised himself with how much control he was able to have. “I hate to break the mood, but I don’t have any condoms.”
Hannah blinked at him, processing his words. “Neither do I, but you don’t need them.” She grinned. “I’ve been on the pill since I was 15.”

David groaned in relief. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
Hannah giggled and pulled him down to her. She kissed him deeply then pulled away. “Show me.”
David grabbed her hands and put them above her head, holding them with one hand. Slowly he began to move his hips, using his other hand to grab her thigh. He watched her as she closed her eyes. Her breasts moving in time with his thrusts. Hannah moaned and furrowed her brows. “God, David, that feels so good.”
He moaned and leaned down again, nibbling on her neck and earlobe. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as she was told and wrapped her long legs around his waist. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arm under her back, his pace speeding. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to surround himself and get lost in her. His cock pulsed and twitched in her velvetly tunnel. He groaned and sped up. They panted and stared into one anothers eyes. His bright like a light had turned on behind them, and hers darkened like a deep pool.

She was so lost in him, her body on a fire that she felt would never be dampened. They fit perfectly together matching rhythm. She held onto his back as he began to fuck her harder. His head dropped down and he buried it in her neck, breathing her in. His pheromones and cologne making her slightly dizzy. She whimpered as she felt her orgasm beginning to break the horizon. Her pussy tightened and she clawed at his back. With every pant she demanded. “More! Harder! Faster!”

David was only happy to oblige. He had to hold back as she squeezed him tighter. He cried out and pounded harder. Both of them on the brink. He dug his fingers into her back as he fucked her, her whimpers carrying him over the edge. With one final thrust, their world shattered. He cried out, biting into her neck to stifle the cry as she clung on, screaming his name. The feeling seemed to last forever. But slowly as they panted and sweat together, they came back down to earth. Heads swimming but feeling completely contented.

David raised his head and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny and she smiled. “Well then.”
He returned the smile and kissed her softly. She looked so beautiful right now. Her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat that made her glow. Her skin looking soft and unreal. He pulled back and reached for the towel he had shoved in the back pocket. Once Hannah saw it and realized what it was, she laughed.

“A towel? Really?”

David looked at her sheepishly. “It was just in case.”

She looked puzzled. “In case what?”

He actually blushed. “In case you were a virgin.”

This made Hannah burst. She was laughing so hard she was crying. “So I didn’t ruin the apholstery?”

David started laughing and threw the towel at her as he pulled out. “So?”

They sat and laughed while she cleaned up after herlself, handing him the towel so he could do the same. When she could catch her breath she said, “I’ve never known anyone so prepared.”

They proceeded to get dressed. “Yeah, well,” he began, “it is a Caddy.”

David crawled back to the front seat and leaned his head against the headrest as Hannah joined him. The movie was close to being over. David turned the car on and drove to the booth to return the speakers. He looked over at Hannah. “So.”
She smiled at him. “So.”

A year later

Hannah pulled into the driveway and honked her horn. David came out of his house and locked it. He smiled at her as he got into the car. “Where did you say you needed to go,” she asked.
“I just have an errand I need to run.”
“That’s just fine. I don’t mind returning the favor.” She winked at him and put on her sunglasses.

David chuckled.

Hannah pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street. David looked at her. She was wearing a pair of unbelievably short shorts and a halter top. He was pretty certain she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thought excited him and his cock began to stir. They drove for a while, David stealing glances at her as they talked. It had been awhile since he had seen her since she started school. She was all he could think about.
The car finally stopped and David looked around. Hannah turned off the car. There was something vaguely familiar about this place. He stopped looking around and looked at her. She looked cool and relaxed sitting in her seat. Her seatbelt off.
“What’s going on?” He was confused why they were stopped.
Hannah smiled at him. “Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free.”
David grinned and took his seatbelt off, pulling her towards him, “I think I can manage that.”

Ass, Gas, or Grass

 

The sun blazed down as Hannah sat on the porch swing, sipping lemonade. It was a glorious day in Provo, Utah and she was happy to be back at her parents’ place while she waited for school to start. She needed to shower before her interview, but was enjoying the warmth too much. She ran her fingers through her blonde curls and leaned back in the swing. A small breeze picked its way through the leaves of the trees surrounding her parents’ Victorian style house. It was mid summer and the sound of children playing could be heard all up and down the street. Hannah was deep in her daydream when the phone rang. It took a couple more rings to shake her. She got up quickly, spilling her lemonade. “Shit,” she said as she made it into the house.

“Reed residence, how may I help you?”

Hannah had to listen closely as her mother rapidly reported what had happened.

“Mom, slow down a little. I can barely hear you. Where are you anyway?”

Her mother slowed her panic and spoke, “We’re on the highway. The front tire blew on the car and we’re waiting for a tow truck.”
As Hannah listened, she could hear the sound of traffic whipping by. “I know you need to get to your interview, but I don’t know when we’ll be able to get back. Your dad wants the tow truck driver to take us to mechanic and get this fixed before coming home.”
“How am I going to be able to make my interview? Do I need to call and cancel?”
Her mother seemed to think about it before answering. “Go across the street and ask David if he could take you and bring you back. He seems like a nice enough young man.”
Hannah blushed as she thought about her neighbor. While her mother called him a nice young man, the truth of it was that he was close to 30. Her tummy tightened as she thought about asking him for a ride. They had barely spoken to each other, but she knew he had been over to her parents’ house before.
Hesitantly she answered, “Okay, mom. I’ll ask him, but if he says no, I’ll just re-schedule.”
Her mom chuckled, “He won’t say no. Talk to you soon and good luck!”
The line went dead and Hannah looked at the phone before returning it to the cradle. Hannah sighed and looked down at herself. Her white tank top had a big yellow white spot wear she spilled her lemonade. She grumbled and started heading up the stairs. With the amount of time that she had, she needed to hurry. She could worry about hosing the porch off later.

Hannah stripped her tank top off as she hit the door to her bedroom, taking care to lay it on her bed. Next, she took off the tiny black shorts that she had slept in and headed into her joining bathroom. She started up her shower and went back to her bedroom to rummage through her closet. She looked at several outfits, not sure what would be better to wear for an interview, but finally decided on a royal blue short sleeve button up and a plain black skirt that sat right at her knees. The royal blue of her shirt really made her ice blue eyes pop.

She laid the outfit on her desk chair and stripped out of her bra and panties. Hannah looked out her window right at that moment to see David come outside and open his garage. Hannah’s heart hammered. She wasn’t going to make her interview.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” She hurried and got into the shower, putting herself on speed mode. She shampooed her hair and while that was sitting, lathered her body with her Cherry Blossom body wash. She quickly and carefully shaved her legs and pussy, deciding to shave it bald. In a matter of a few minutes, she had accomplished what she normally did in a half hour. She rinsed and shut the water off. Hannah said a silent prayer that David hadn’t left yet. She dried her body and hair, and then applied her leave in conditioner, bringing her curls back to life.

She slipped into her room and decided on matching lingerie. Feeling a little sexy, she slipped on the black push up bra, matching thong and garter belt. Next, she put on a pair of sheer thigh highs, connecting them to her garter belt. She couldn’t help but take a twirl in her full body mirror. Hannah ran her hands down her 36 B cup-breasts, sexy flat tummy, stopping to play with the jewel that lay like a whisper upon her skin. She let her fingers run down the front of her thong, and then appreciated the smoothness of her thighs and shape of her firm ass. She put her shirt on, leaving the top three buttons undone and then slid the skirt up to rest on her shapely hips. Her ass, being the piece of perfection it was, made the skirt raise just a bit in the back.

Hannah looked out her window and was happily rewarded to see that David’s car was still parked out front. She decided on a bit of make-up and set about making herself look better. On her eyes, she used a charcoal color that made her eyes look stunning, black liner on the water lines, and then a light pink lipstick that made her pouty lips pop with perfection. Hannah looked at her reflection with approval. The only thing that was missing was something to be done with the hair and some jewelry. She needed to look professional and she accomplished that, but if she pulled her hair back, it would look better. She opened her box of hair ties and settled on a hair clip. She pulled her hair back, smoothing out the top and then clipped it up. It was a simple style, but easily fixed. Next, she slipped a small pair of silver hoops on her ears and then a petite silver chain with a music note charm on it.

She grabbed her shoes, sprayed on a bit of her cherry blossom body spray and hurried downstairs. Hannah sat down on the couch to put her black 3-inch covered toe stilettos on when she noticed the time. Stifling a curse, she made sure she had her purse and cell phone and hurried out the door, locking it behind her. She carefully made it across the street and onto David’s porch. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

David opened it and smiled. “Hi, Hannah! What pleasure do I owe this visit?”

Hannah returned the smile and spoke trying not to sound like a dweeb, “Hi, David. I know this is really short notice, but my parents blew a tire on the highway and I need to get to an interview.”

David’s brow furrowed shortly, making Hannah think she’d upset him. Instead, he asked, “Are they alright?”
“Oh yeah, they’re just fine. They just can’t be back in time. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
He smiled. “No, actually. I was just heading out myself. I don’t mind taking you. Where do you need to go?”
Hannah felt beyond relieved. “I need to be at the Provo library.”
“Okay.” David stepped out and locked his door. “Let’s get going.”
“I don’t have to be there until 3.”
“That’s okay. Let’s go now since the traffic’ll pick up.”

David unlocked the door and opened it for Hannah. She sidled herself into the seat of his lush Cadillac. It was cherry red with beige interior. A really sexy car with a really roomy backseat, she noticed. David shut her door and made his way to the driver side. Hannah couldn’t help but oggle him as he got in. His brown hair was a little long and brushed back. He was taller than she originally thought, but she wasn’t so small herself standing at 5′ 4″. With her heels on, she was 5′ 7″. He had to be over 6 feet, she thought. But he wasn’t twiggy and she liked that. He had muscle to him and she could see that through his clothes. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, and tennies.

“Ever ridden in a Cadillac before?” His question caught her off guard.

“No, actually this is a first.”

“Oh really?” He said it slow, sexy and smiled. Hannah felt her pussy spasm. It was not a good idea going to an interview wet and distracted, she inwardly chastised herself.
Hannah nodded. “Yeah.” Now she felt like a dweeb. One sexy smile and she melts. How was she going to handle the car ride?
David pulled out of the driveway and directed them down the street. He drove really well, she noted, driving with a bit of aggression and a bit on the defense. She also noticed the muscles in his arms and leg moved as he drove. He reached up and pulled his sunglasses out of the visor. “Safety first,” he told her in a joking tone. She giggled and tried not to think about how he had a dimple next to his kissable mouth.
Hannah tried really hard not to get pulled in. She did her best to keep her mind on the questions she was asked to answer on her application, which she had neatly folded and in her purse. She wanted to talk to David, but didn’t have a clue about what to talk about.
“So what are you trying for at the library?”

Rescued once again, Hannah answered, “I’m trying to become a librarian.”

“That’s awesome. I wish I would have had a sexy librarian back in my library days.”

“You could still if you wanted to,” Hannah said in a sultry voice. She wanted to clap her hand over her mouth but refrained. Did that just come out of her though?? What had come over her?

David chuckled, and it sent goose bumps up and down Hannah’s spine. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

They rode the rest of the way to the library in tense silence. Hannah nearly leaped out the car when it came to a stop.
“Thank you for the ride!” She opened her door and went to step out when she felt David grab her wrist. She gulped and looked back into the car. His mirrored sunglasses didn’t give way to his thoughts, but he asked, as he rubbed his thumb across her hand, “Do you need a ride back?”

Hannah’s brain was turning to goo and she didn’t really hear him, so she just nodded. He smiled at her and let go of her wrist. “I’ll be here then.”
She nodded again and closed the door.

David watched with a predatory gaze as Hannah turned and walked up the library steps. The bottom of her ass barely peaked out with each step he took. His cock ached in his jeans. When he had opened the door, he hadn’t expected to see his neighbor’s daughter standing there. Those pink lips though. God, the way she had those natural perfect pouty lips. All he wanted was to see those wrapped around his cock or in that perfect ‘o’ shape when he buried his shaft in her pussy. David groaned and leaned his head back. He was being punished, he just knew it. He didn’t know what he had done, but he knew he was being punished.
~
Hannah refrained from skipping as she left the interview room. She got the job! It was amazing how she was able to concentrate on answering the questions after her brain had a mini meltdown. She stopped. David. What was it he had said to her? She slowed her steps and headed out into the sunshine, surprised to see his Cadillac still sitting there. Oh. That must have been what he was talking about. Hannah felt herself blush a little. She really got that befuddled.

She put the spring back into her step and made her way down the stairs. David started the Cadillac as she reached it. She opened the door to find he had taken off his sunglasses. His golden brown eyes sparkled up at her. “So how’d it go?”
Her excitement resumed. “Great! I got the job!”

He laughed. “Well alright! We need to celebrate!”

His response took her off guard. “We do?”

He continued grinning at her. “We do! That is unless you have plans with your parents or something.”

Hannah shook her head, still smiling, “No, no plans tonight. They didn’t mention anything, but I should call them.”

David nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. “Hey would you mind running an errand with me before we head back?”

“No, that’s fine.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed, completely elated. Her parents were going to be thrilled.

David’s mind was racing. She said yes! Now he just needed to figure out what to do. He took a glance over in her direction. He didn’t notice it before, but her skirt raised higher when she was sitting, revealing sexy, thick, and firm thighs. His cock stirred back to life and he had to refrain from rubbing it through the jeans. Then it hit him! He knew exactly what to do. He turned onto the nearest highway entrance and headed north.

Hannah watched as the surroundings started to change. Where exactly did he need to go? She shrugged it off and just enjoyed the ride. The conversation wasn’t that great, but she really didn’t know what to talk about. She wanted to ask so many questions, but didn’t want to seem nosey.

David pulled into an abandoned parking lot and stretched. Hannah looked out her window, not having a clue where they were. She trusted David, but didn’t know what he could be doing out this far from Provo. She finally asked after a few minutes of silence. “So what do you need to do out here?”
David smiled. “A drug pick up of course.”
Hannah didn’t know what to say to that, but she didn’t have to. David started laughing. “I was kidding!”
Hannah laughed, feeling relieved. “Okay. So what’s the plan then?”
David smiled again. “Ass, gas or grass. No one rides for free.”
Hannah peered at him. “I-I don’t understand.”
He smiled and took his seat belt off. “Well it’s quite simple really. You either give ass, which is something sexual of the driver’s choosing, gas, which is money, or grass which is some good ol’ fashioned weed.” He put his arms behind his head and looked at her. “So which is it to be?”

Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. Was he being serious? She stared at him. He couldn’t be, could he? She tried laughing, “Good one, David. You almost got me. Ass, gas or grass. Did you just make that up?” She laughed again.

David looked at her, and she stopped laughing. “Oh you couldn’t possibly be serious!” But the look on his face told her otherwise. She swallowed and took a deep breath. Nice girls weren’t asked to do things like this; she could hear her mother’s voice in her head. Hannah had been raised a good Mormon girl, but when she turned 16, she started to have her doubts. By the time she turned 18, she had stopped going to church completely and even ended up losing a few of her friends. She didn’t attend BYU and she didn’t dress quite as modestly as the girls around her. She got her belly button pierced as an act of rebellion. Now that she was 21, she even went clubbing on the weekends in Salt Lake City. But this. This was a whole new game. It’s not like she was a virgin. She had had sex once and was an avid masturbator, but sitting here, she wasn’t sure what to do. Sure she had wanted him, but she didn’t actually think of following through with it. Her fantasies of him would end up in her “spank bank” but that was all.

David watched Hannah out of the corner of his eye. He figured she might react like this, but it was only a matter of time. He had used the line once in college and he almost got laid, but the girl’s dad was a cop. He would never forget how embarassed he was when they got caught. After that, the line hadn’t worked. Even if she said no, he wasn’t planning on forcing himself on her. “So what do you want?” Her question interrupted his thoughts. He turned to look at her.
“I don’t have any money and I don’t have any weed. So what do I have to do?”
Wow. He wasn’t expecting that. He grinned. Oh the things he could have her do to him. He reached down and scooted his seat back, lowered it, then leaned it back. “You could start out by pulling out my cock and sucking it.”

Hannah swallowed and looked down. She could see the growing bulge beneath his jeans. She moved her seat back and adjusted it a bit. Biting her lip, she put her hand on his thigh. She could feel his gaze on her, but didn’t want to look up. Slowly she ran her hand up until it rested just below the bulge.
David’s voice was husky. “Go ahead and touch it. It won’t bite.” Hannah brushed her fingertips over it quickly. David moaned appreciatively. “Take it out.”
She stilled but reached over and grabbed the button on his jeans. “I can’t believe this is happening to me”, was the only thing running through her mind. She unzipped his jeans, still repeating those words. Slowly she reached inside and felt he wasn’t wearing any boxers. I can’t believe this-. The thought was stopped as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it out. It felt so meaty in her hand. The first guy she was with wasn’t nearly this big. She ran her fingers up his length and then back down. It was no longer fear that settled in her body, but hunger. She licked her lips and leaned forward.

David settled back in his seat and watched. She was very careful with his cock as she stroked it. Her hand was warm and soft and a very nice contrast to his. His cock pulsed and throbbed as she stroked it a little faster. He wondered if she had ever given head before, but decided to wait and see what she did.

Hannah opened her mouth some and flicked her tongue out over the head. Pre-cum had gathered and it glistened in the sunlight. She listened to David groan as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently. She had never sucked cock before, but she had seen enough porn to know that it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She drew her tongue in circles around the head and licked up the somewhat salty pre-cum. She then slid her mouth down, wondering how deep she could take him. It didn’t take long before his hands were in her hair and tugging slightly. Hannah moaned around his cock and started to work her mouth on him, using her tongue to flick and swirl and tease the underside of his cock.
David groaned and lifted his hips. “Play with my sac.”

Hannah obliged and daintily ran her fingers over the silken skin. She cupped them and squeezed, tugged and pulled, listening to the approving sounds coming from above. Finally feeling brave enough, she looked up. David looked down at her, and she noticed his eyes had gone molten. They almost shined down at her. She wondered what she must look like bent over herself sucking cock. And then it hit her. She was sucking his cock! And staring up at him. Hannah’s lids lowered slightly and she moaned. Her thong threatened to spill over with how wet she was. She looked down and wondered if she could take the rest of his length. She stopped bobbing and concentrated on filling her mouth and possibly her throat. The idea excited her. If she could deep throat, she wondered what he would say. He was rather on the big side and couldn’t have possibly been with a girl who could take all of it before.

David felt Hannah stop and lifted his hips, until he felt what she was doing and then he relaxed. No girl had ever deep throated him before. His chest rose and fell and he wished he had a camera. His thoughts swirled with that possibility. But then they stopped. He felt more of his cock get wet by her sexy mouth and he closed his eyes. A small part of him hoped that she would gag and another part of him hoped she didn’t. He opened his eyes and looked up at the interior. She had stopped playing with his sac and now rested a hand on either thigh. He felt her take a deep breath and then suddenly, he was there! His breathing hitched and his cock twitched. Hannah swallowed around his cock and then looked up at him. Her eyes were a little watery, but she wasn’t gagging. He reached down and put his hands on either side of her head. “I want to throat fuck you, but if you think it’s too much let me know.”
She answered him by flicking her tongue out and rested it on his sac. David moaned and began pumping his hips. He could feel her throat convulse around his length and knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew. But he didn’t want to blow directly down her throat. He pulled her head up until he felt the head slide out of her throat. Hannah moaned around him and then grabbed the base of his throbbing cock. He let go of her head and grabbed the seat instead. He was so close. His breathing picked up and he matched the rhythm of her mouth. She used the hand she was grabbing with to start stroking, twisting her wrist as she went. Did she know he was about to cum? Had she done this before? David’s mind raced for a few seconds before going blank. He felt his balls tighten and his cock get stiffer. “I’m gonna cum!” He had given her warning, but that only made her pick up her pace and tighten her mouth to the perfect pressure. With her other hand she cupped his balls and moaned.

Hannah looked up at him, gazing deep into his eyes. He was going to cum and she was going to enjoy it. She watched as he tossed his head back and a guttural groan escaped him as hot wet ooze coated her tongue. Without a second thought she swallowed it, suctioning her mouth around the head to catch it all. There was a lot, but she managed. When she felt his cock stop twitching and spasming, she swirled her tongue around the head and licked off the remainder, slowly. Carefully she pulled off and sat back up. Her jaw and throat were a little sore, but she was extremely turned on.

“Wow.”
David opened his eyes after his head stopped spinning. He looked over at Hannah and smiled. He had to swallow a few times before he could say, “You are amazing.”
Hannah smiled back at him. “Thank you. I suppose I should tell you that I’ve never done that before.”
David threw his head back and laughed. It was loud and joyous. “Damn that was good!” He looked back at her. “And I’d say that I would demand more but I’m spent.” Hannah giggled. He put himself away and readjusted his seat. Hannah beamed with pride and he couldn’t blame her. He started the car and waited for her to put her belt on before he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now to go back home so I can change.” He gave her a mischievous grin. “We still need to celebrate you getting that job.” Hannah smiled. “Alright. I think I might want to change too.” David nodded and got back on the highway. He would have to find out what else of her was that talented. At that thought, his cock stirred in his jeans. It was a miracle.

Loose Ends

 

Cassie walked into her room, seeing the stranger sitting at the desk. Just the lamp on the desk and the one by her bed was on. She was only a little startled to see him sitting there, but the feeling of dread washed over her. She swallowed before saying anything. It was more a statement than a question. “You’re here for me, aren’t you.”
Denny sat hunched over the desk, reading a letter. “Yes I am.”
Cassie felt her stomach drop and her knees go weak. She cautiously made it to the bed and sat down. “I guess it would be pointless to ask how you found me.”

“Yep.”

Cassie cleared her throat. “He never meant to-”

“Yes he did.”

“Are you-”

“I’m never wrong.”

She leaned over carefully, trying not to make any noise, thinking about her mama’s revolver in her nightstand.

“It’s not there.”

“Oh.” She sat there with her hands on her lap, fiddling with her ring.

“I don’t know why you still wear that. He’s never coming back.”

She felt tears burn her eyes, but did not let them fall.

“You can cry around me. It won’t matter anyway.”

Cassie took a few calming breaths, feeling her heart beat erratically. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Have you always been this heartless?”

Denny chuckled. “Lady, if you’ve seen or done half the things I have, then you wouldn’t have to ask that.” He turned his head to face her for the first time, letting her get a good look at him. He had shaggy brown hair, his skin darker, almost olive complected. His sterling silver eyes danced with dark amusement. His full lips tilted up in a cock eyed smile. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and had an even level of stubble on his face.

Cassie didn’t find his sense of humor one to her liking. “That doesn’t answer my question. What are you?”

This time he laughed. “What are any of us?” He turned to face her fully. The first thing she noticed was how big he was. The second was the Glock on his lap. She swallowed a little harder than she meant to. He followed her gaze and his face sobered. “Aren’t you going to tell me that I don’t have to?”

Cassie shook her head.

“You’re not going to beg me? Plead for your life?”

Again she shook her head.

Denny stood up and stretched.

Cassie gaped at his size. She wouldn’t have guessed from him sitting in the chair that he was a monster. He stood at least 6 and a half feet, and he was thick. Not a chubby thick, but a well rounded solidness. Without permission, her body responded in a way she thought was dead. It was cruel. Here she was moments away from death and her libido kicked in.

He grinned down at her. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Eat?”

“Yes.”

“Not if I’m going to die soon.” Saying the words out loud made her feel sick to her stomach.

“You act like it’s a bad thing. Accept it and it won’t be such a big deal.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

Denny shrugged. “I can say it because I’ve been faced with death before. I face it everytime I go out my door.”

Cassie didn’t know what to say to that. She looked down at her hands. “Can I at least take a bath? I mean, I know I’m about to die soon, but it’s what I was planning on.”

“Sure. I’ll just sit in here and read or something.”

“How can you be so calm about this?”

“About what?”

“About what you’re about to do. Are you even getting paid for this?”

“Nope. Just loose ends need to be tied. If you want to be mad, blame him. I offered to leave you alone, and he told me to go to Hell.”

Cassie looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t believe you. Ben would have never done that.”

“Why would I lie to you? What would I gain?” His voice was calm and his eyes betrayed nothing.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re sick. Maybe you’re going to do things to my body and you’re really just a sick wacko.”

Denny smiled. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Then why do it?”

“Everything that begins must end at some point. Your husband stealing from me and then telling me that I was a liar needs to be righted.”

“He’s dead, so it shouldn’t count.”

“Ah, but it does. Death does not change words a person said while they were living.”

“So you have no compassion to the situation?”

“My compassion is to finish what was started. This really is nothing personal.”

“But it is.”

“How?”

“You’re going to kill me because of something my husband said in the heat of the moment!”

“Ah, and there’s the fight. See you can stop yourself now, because I know what’s coming. I’ve seen it time and time again. You’re going to start telling me that I don’t have to do this, and then beg to be left alone. You’ll say that you’ll never tell anyone and even go to the farthest corner from me.” He sat down on the bed in front of her. “You’ll even cry and you might even scream. But it’s okay. It’s out of your control and you should just accept that.”

“What gives you the right to decide whether I live or die?”

Denny smiled at her. “Just go take your bath.”

Cassie frowned at him, but got up and walked over to her dresser, starting to pull out night clothes, but stopped herself. What would be the point of that? Instead she grabbed a notepad and pen.

She opened her bathroom door and turned to face him. “I could just escape out the window.”

“You won’t do that,” he said very matter of factly.

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’ve never been good at climbing, and by the time you made it out of the house, I would be out there waiting for you.”

“I could escape and leave the country.”

“Boundaries don’t mean a damn to me.”

Cassie sighed and walked into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, she pressed her ear up against the door, seeing if she could hear him. Even knowing it was pointless, she locked the door. She glanced at her bathroom window, wondering if she really could escape out of her house. Tears finally fell down her face as she realized the end was near. There was no hope for her. She left her cell phone downstairs and no doubt she couldn’t go get it.

She started the water and began stripping. Cassie caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her blonde hair was mussed and her blue eyes were red, with dark bags underneath, evidence of a lack of sleep. Her body was affected as well. She had lost weight, and if she wasn’t so sad she could appreciate it. She left her thoughts with the mirror and looked at her bathtub. The water steaming as she turned it off. Slowly, she slipped into it, feeling her muscles relax. After a while, she grabbed her notepad and began writing.

~

An hour later, Cassie emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her bathrobe. If she was going to die, she was going to be comfortable. And that included one thing she wasn’t sure he would go for. She found him sitting on her bed, reading the book she checked out from the library.

“Did you have a nice bath?”

“It was pretty nice, yeah.” She set her notepad down on the night stand and grabbed her hair brush.

“So I see you didn’t try to escape.”

Cassie blinked at him. “Obviously.”

She sat down on the bed next to him.

“I’m just surprised that you didn’t try.”

“I didn’t think you could be surprised.”

He glanced up at her, his eyes dancing again. “Surprise.”

Cassie smiled in spite of herself. She could not begin to understand what was happening. The effect he had on her was insane. You couldn’t like the person who was going to kill you. There had to be some law against that. But here she was, enjoying her killer’s company. In the bathtub, she debated fiercely with herself, but now she decided.

“Can I ask you something?”

“If you’d like.”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend or a wife before?”

“My life style doesn’t allow me to.”

“And before then?”

“Before then?” He put the book down. “I had a girlfriend in high school and then I joined the military. After that, I never looked back.”

“But don’t you get lonely?”

“I feel that loneliness is a weakness I can’t afford.”

“But what about sex? Being with another person, even if it’s a hooker?”

“I don’t like to talk about that in the presence of a lady.” He picked up the book again.

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

Denny set the book down and stared at her for a second. “Just what are you getting at?”

Cassie licked her lips. “I want something from you, a trade.”

“Go on.”

“Since it’s my last night alive and my husband has been dead for more than a few months, I want to be with a man one last time.”

“I can’t allow you to leave the house.”

Cassie’s brow furrowed. “You know, for being so smart, I think I just found out where you’re not too bright.”

“Oh.” Denny chuckled, then went back to reading. “I’d break a tiny thing like you.”

“Wouldn’t matter if I was dead in the morning. I wouldn’t have to worry about any pain.”

“Well at least you’re accepting things.”

“Is that the only thing you have to say?”

“No.” Denny sat up and took his shoes off, placing them alongside the bed on the floor.

“So is that a yes?”

He stood up and pulled her up with him. She really was tiny compared to him. He was more than a head taller than her five foot four. He looked down at her. “What exactly do you want?”

“I want that feeling one last time. Just to feel good, feel wanted.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, noticing how big they were. She kept her head down but let her eyes look up at him. “I want you to make love to me and treat me like your lover.”

Cassie quivered as she stood in front of him. Mostly she was afraid he would tell her no. The other part was desire. Being this close to him, she could feel his energy humming. He radiated a power, and more than ever she wanted to feel that in bed.

Denny let go of her hips and studied her for a moment before saying anything. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

Cassie shook her head. Her hands went to the belt of the robe and she untied it. A smooth line of soft skin peeked out from beneath the robe. “If you say no, I’ll understand.” She shook the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “But you’ll have to excuse me for a little bit to do it myself.”

Denny chuckled and stepped towards her. “I’d have to be blind or a fool to turn you down.”

Cassie grinned and stood up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, delighted when he picked her up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was a lot bigger than Ben was, and a lot more solid feeling. She breathed in his spicy scent as he sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. She settled her knees on either side of him, raised slightly until he pushed her down. His hands were a mix of smooth and rough, while his touch was firm and gentle. He caressed her back and reached into her hair, sliding it out of the way of her neck. Without any warning, he bit down into her skin, causing her to cry out.

Before she could say anything, he let go with his teeth, but sucked on the skin gently, using the tip of his tongue to trace small circles. He continued to make the small circles over where his teeth had been, then lifted slightly and blew on the spot, causing Cassie to get goose bumps.

He whispered into her ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Cassie nodded her head, her eyes closed.

He bit her again. “That’s not very reassuring.” He sucked where he bit, harder than the first time.

“Yes!”

Denny turned his attention to her other side, continuing to bite, suck, lick and then blow gently. Cassie shuddered above him as his hands found her backside. Kneading and squeezing her firm and full ass, she could feel a prodding coming from beneath his jeans. He grabbed her thighs and stood up, turning them so he could place her on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of her, taking this opportunity to pay attention to her breasts. Gently he squeezed them, appreciating them and laying kisses on her collarbone and working his way down. His tongue would dart out and brush the skin around her nipples, but never touching them. It drove Cassie crazy to be teased like this. She would try to grab his head and place it where she wanted it the most, but he would avoid her with his strength.

“Be patient, honey.” His voice was husky and it vibrated along her skin. He rested his hands on her waist and trailed kisses down further.

“Lay back for me.”

Cassie lay back on the bed, feeling his hands slide from her waist down to her thighs. She knew what was coming, but wasn’t sure she wanted it. She kept her legs closed as Denny got up and walked behind her.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but before she could ask, he appeared again and kneeled in front of her. Cassie kept her legs closed, almost fighting him as he put his hands on her knees.

“If you want to play that game, you’ll lose.”

He leveled her with his intense gaze. She swallowed, but couldn’t bring herself to just let her legs relax. It was almost like she was having second thoughts. He had a predator’s smile on his face as he ripped her legs open. Cassie gasped and felt a flood of moisture gather and spill through her silken lips. Denny broke eye contact to look down and she watched him swallow. Without any warning, he reached his hand forward and slipped his finger up her shaved slit, gathering the cream on it. He brought it to his lips, making sure she was watching him and sucked it clean.

“Oh my.” He chuckled.

Cassie yelped in surprise as he shifted his grip and pulled her to the very edge of the bed very quickly. Her breathing had quickened and she couldn’t help but feeling the need to pant and he hadn’t even really touched her.

Denny picked up her legs and put them over his shoulders. Instead of diving for his prize, he took his time, kissing her inner thighs, first one then the other. After each kiss, he would lick a small swirl and then bite down. Cassie tried to sit up, gasping at the mix of pain and pleasure. At one point she wasn’t sure she could handle it, but as much as she wanted to protest, her body screamed and burned from the desire. She wasn’t sure she had ever been this turned on. The thought depressed her, but when he finally pressed his lips to hers, all thoughts were chased away. He kissed her a few more times, each kiss a little deeper, his tongue exploring her folds, discovering her secrets. He used his tongue to slip into her wet and tight hole.

Cassie whimpered and moaned as he continued to expertly eat her out. It was like he knew her body, like they weren’t strangers. She reached her hands down and ran them through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. She began to lift her hips and urging him verbally. He swirled his tongue around her clit without touching it, driving her even more crazy. She maneuvered her hips, trying to get him to at least brush it with his tongue.

Instead of obeying her, he began to nibble and suck on her lips.

“Please?” She was breathless and a light film of sweat covered her body.

He lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes dark but bright, like there was a light behind them. “Tell me what you want.”

Cassie swallowed. “I want to cum.”

Denny smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

Before she could protest, he put his mouth on her again and began to suck while flicking his tongue over her clit. Her hips bucked and she cried out.

He chuckled, causing sweet vibrations. Cassie concentrated on cumming. Ben had been good, but he hadn’t been able to get her to cum while he was going down on her. She panted and whimpered, feeling the pressure building. Cassie let her hands fall to Denny’s shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Just…like…that.”

Denny kept up his motions, his cock aching in his jeans, knowing he was about to make her cum. She squeezed his shoulders.

The pressure was at it’s fullest, and she felt the tilt. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as her clit began to pulse with sweet release. She cried out, whimpering as her body shook, her legs twitching and her toes curling. Denny pressed his tongue to her clit, feeling it pulse while her juices covered his chin. He looked up at her. She had raised up some, her hair hanging down and her eyes closed. Her chest rising and falling as she panted. When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at him.

He sat on his haunches, holding onto her legs.

“Was that okay?”

He laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

Cassie blushed. “I’m sorry. I just never.” She let the sentence go unfinished.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Do you want me to…” She let her gaze wander down his body, letting her actions speak for her.

Denny’s lips twitched. “I wouldn’t tell you no.” He unbuttoned his jeans.

Cassie sat up and ran her fingers over the bulge, hearing his intake of breath. She unzipped his pants and carefully reached her hand inside, swallowing as she came in contact with the smooth hard flesh. Denny slid his jeans down some, her hand around his cock as it sprang free.

“Oh my…”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” His voice was teasing as he looked down at her.

It’s wasn’t so much that he was big, than he was bigger than Ben. He wasn’t circumsized either. She leaned forward, gingerly placing her mouth on the head. He was salty and sweet at the same time. She flicked her tongue out on the underside and slowly took more of him into her mouth.

Denny gritted his teeth and resisted pulling her hair as he slid his hands through it. Cassie worked her mouth on him slowly, tasting him and teasing him. He looked down, watching her. She would pull her mouth off him to run her tongue along his length. She used one hand to stroke and squeeze while the other fondled his sac. It was almost too much. Gently he pulled back from her.

She looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

The look in her eyes made his gut tighten. “Not at all. I just don’t want to go in your mouth.”

“Oh.” She looked down a second, seeming to be embarrassed. “Are you going to finish undressing?”

Denny’s lips twitched into a half smile. “I was planning on it.” With those words, he reached down and picked her up.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Cassie obeyed as he settled them down on the mattress, her under his bulk. She breathed him in as he maneuvered them until her head was on the pillows. He kissed her neck, licking and nibbling gently, causing her to shudder. “Oh…” She stopped. “I don’t mean to break the mood, but can I know your name?”

He chuckled and whispered, “Denny.” Goosebumps raced down her body as his breath tickled her ear. His stubble was rough and smooth at the same time, causing an odd effect of desire as it rubbed her cheek.

“Do you know my name?”

He switched to the other side and whispered, “Cassandra.”

“Mmm. Say it again.”

“Cassandra.”

Cassie reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers. His chest was dusted with golden hair, but his skin was smooth. His touch was firm, yet gentle as he ran his hands over her legs, up her thighs, to grab her hips. He pulled away from her and sat on his knees. She had gotten his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and he took over the process, taking his shirt off, leaving her flabbergasted. The gold hair that dusted his arms sat in an upside down  triangle on his chest, with a thin line trailing from below his belly button to a nice soft patch above his cock. He was thick, but now she could tell it was all muscle, except for maybe a thin layer of chub, but it made him more pleasant to touch.

He moved to her side and slid his jeans the rest of the way off, giving her a nice view of his legs which like the rest of him were muscled and strong. He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him, startling her a little. He reached his hand into her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Cassie sighed into his mouth as she kissed him, straddling his lap. She let her hands explore his body, touching all she could.

Denny’s lips were soft, but his kiss, like him, was firm. Cassie’s kiss turned from shy to hungry. He tasted so good, slightly sweet and spicy. She felt him reach behind her and took her cue by pushing her ass out some, feeling the head of his cock push gently at her lips. She let herself lower slowly, but was stopped by Denny.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low and husky and his eyes shined darkly.

“Make love to me, Denny.”

Denny smiled and let go of Cassie’s hip, letting her slide down his length. He kissed her then, hot and fierce. Their tongues entwined, teasing and touching. He let his hand wander up her side, his fingertips grazing and holding her breast. Cassie’s pussy squeezed involuntarily.

Denny groaned. He broke the kiss to watch as his cock disappeared. She was so tight and wet and it felt so good. Amazing in fact. When he had buried himself fully, she sat there for a second, both of them panting between kisses.

“Are you okay?”

Cassie didn’t let the irony escape that he was asking her if she was okay.

“I’m better than fine. How are you?”

“I’m great.” He sat her up a little straighter and leaned up. She watched as he took first one then the other nipple in his mouth. Her hips bucked and he chuckled. “I told you to be patient.”

They started out at a slow rhythm, testing the waters as it were. Denny lay back and watched as Cassandra rode him, leaning forward and keeping her hands on his chest. She whimpered and made other noises as he met her with thrusts of his own. He grabbed her and had her lay on his chest. Slowly he worked his cock in and out of her. “Angle your hips forward.”
Cassie did as she was told and let out a long low moan. The spot he was hitting. It was just right. She didn’t know how long it would take her, but she felt her orgasm building.

Denny groaned and fucked her faster, urging her. “Cum for me, honey.”

Cassie joined him, thrusting her hips down faster and harder. It didn’t take long before she obliged him, her orgasm racking her body as she cried out and lay down fully on his chest, panting.

“Oh my…”

Denny laughed low. “Are you gonna survive?”

Cassie laughed with him. “I think so. That was just so-” She swallowed. “That was so good.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Was it okay for you?”

Denny laughed again. “It still is, yes. As you can probably tell, I haven’t cum yet.”

Cassie blushed and sat up. “I don’t think I have any more energy for now.”

Denny sat up with her, shifting angles and causing her to moan. “That’s okay. We can change positions.”

His words caused a stirring. Could she handle more? When her and Ben made love, she would get one good orgasm out some of the time. She never imagined it possible to have more than one.

Denny shifted them and lay Cassie on her back. He looked so good right now. He wasn’t even sweating, where as she had made a couple of small spots on the bed. He re-entered her causing her to cry out. They locked eyes as he began a slow torturous rhythm that had them both breathing hard.

Cassie even lifted her hips so he could have more access. He leaned over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Cassie leaned up resting her head against his chest, breathing him in. She turned her head and let instinct take over and bit him on the chest. Denny stilled, harshly crying out, breaking her spell.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Do it again.”

Cassie obeyed, biting his flesh again, sucking and licking how he had done her. He continued thrusting, slow and steady, but she could tell he was having a hard time restraining himself. And she wanted it harder. A lot harder.

“You’re not gonna break me, you know.”

“I might.”

“You won’t.” She licked her lips and fought to look at him. “Fuck me. Hard and fast. Take what you and I both know you want.” She finished her sentence by biting him again, harder than before.

Denny growled and pushed her back on the bed. His hand enclosed around her throat. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

“Fuck me, Denny.”

Denny let go of her throat to grab her legs, mashing them together. He leaned down and huskily said in her ear. “I’m going to take what I want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He bit her earlobe, making her cry out.

He pulled away from her, letting all but a couple inches slip out, then started to saw his hips in and out, working faster as he teased her with just the couple of inches. She was lost. There wasn’t a coherent thought in her head. All that there was, was Denny. She breathed him in and could only see him when she was capable of opening her eyes. She clutched at his hips, at his well formed ass. Pulling him closer. She heard him grunt above her, feeling his sweaty chest as he fucked her harder and faster.

Another orgasm slammed into her, taking her off guard. Cassie screamed her release and felt it spray around his cock, surprising the both of them. He only fucked her more, not giving her pause as he hammered her eager cunt.

Cassie licked her lips. “I want to hear you.”

Denny looked down at her, groaning at how good she looked beneath him. He stopped his thrusting and pulled out of her, causing her to protest.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Cassie shakily obeyed, turning away from him, facing the headboard. He didn’t abandon her cunt for long. As he pushed in to the hilt, Cassie gasped. If she thought he was big before, from this angle he was huge! But she didn’t mind. She pushed her hips back, rocking them up and down and side to side. Denny groaned. “You could keep that up and I wouldn’t mind.”

Cassie continued to rock her hips, shifting to going around in circles. She was close to cumming again, concentrating on backing her ass up to his pelvis and rocking harder. He surprised her by reaching down in front of them and rubbing her clit. She moaned and stopped at how good it felt. His other hand came down across her ass cheeks. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“Yes, sir.”

Denny moaned. “Oooh, say it again.” He slapped her ass again.

“Yes, sir.”

She felt his cock twitch and briefly wondered how close he was. The thought faded away as he began rubbing a little faster, keeping time with her hips. She twitched and sputtered, close to drooling as the motions were kept. Things like, “Oh and yes, and right there,” were uttered as she fell into Euphoria, until finally the breaking point was reached. She felt her pussy tighten and heard his intake of breath as she came again, her hips bucking against his, as his hand fell still, clutching her lips and applying pressure to her clit as she came.

“My turn.”

Denny roughly grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. His balls slapped against her pussy lips and she lost her strength, falling into her pillows with her ass up. He continued to pummel her with his cock as he panted. Cassie didn’t think it was possible, but she felt another orgasm pushing closer. She pushed her hips back and screamed, “Harder!”

Denny obliged and rammed his cock into her.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum with me, Cassie!”

She screamed one word as the pleasure took hold.

“Denny!”

Her world collapsed into a multitude of colors and sounds. Denny was yelling with her as she felt his cock explode. The thought of protection didn’t even cross her mind. As far as she was concerned, there was no mind to be had. She was just one with him as they both collapsed, panting. She was still seeing sparks before her eyes as her heart raced. She could feel his thudding against her back as they lay there.

“Wow.”

Cassie smiled. “You can say that again.” She rolled over and looked at him. “I don’t know what to say.”

Denny smiled at her. “Wow seemed to cover it.”

Cassie smiled again, only this time it was sad. “That’s not fair.”

Denny’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I finally meet a sex god and he wants to kill me.”

He stiffened next to her. “Right.”

“What?”

Denny got off the bed and started to get dressed, sliding his jeans on.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t. You just reminded me of something.” He zipped and buttoned his jeans, leaving his shirt off.

“What did I remind you of?”

“There is one thing I could do.”

“What’s that?”

Denny reached into his pocket. From it, he produced a coin.

“Heads or tails.”

“Let me see it first.”

“You don’t trust me.”

Cassie smiled. “You think I should?”

Denny shrugged and handed her the coin. Cassie turned it over in her hands a few times making sure it was a regular coin. Of course it wasn’t something she had seen before and wondered just where this man had traveled. Earlier he said boundaries didn’t mean anything to him, and this was probably proof. She handed it back to him,

“So. Heads or tails.”

“Tails.”

Denny flipped the coin into the air and the both of them watched as he caught it against the flat of his hand. He lifted his hand away and smiled at her.

Dusty, rusty, and a little out dated.

*blows dust off blog*

*cracks knuckles*

*clears away cobwebs*

*clears throat*

*turns light on*

That’s better. Wow. I know I say it in every blog, but it has been A WHILE! And A LOT has happened. I’d be lying if I said nothing was knew. So here go. Firstly and fore mostly. I’m in school! Yay me! I’m still working! Double yay me! And thirdly. Hubby and I are trying to have a baby. I haven’t told everyone, but I feel, dear readers.. *peers out into dwindling crowd* that you should know. And I promise that I won’t start posting just because of that fact, nor shall I bog down the blog with baby-ish things.

But I’ll tell you more about that later.

So, school, yes. I started school. I’m currently in school to get my Bachelor’s degree in Healthcare Administration. It’s nifty! And I’m having lots of fun. But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Oh yes. Yes I am. Firstly, I got my GED in July. I found a program that did it for free. And when I was taking the classes for it, the school offered me err. schooling. So after much much much research about school loans processes, etc, I said okay. And here I am. I’m actually writing this from the school library in my scrubs, oh comfy scrubs!
I would take a picture, but I’m really not photogenic these days. If hubby were here he’d disagree, but he’s not, so I say I am! Damn it.
Anywho.
So yes. I haven’t completely decided what I want to do, but this program will get me certified in a lot of areas. I’ll be a Phlebotomist, work in radiology, management, pharmacy, and medical assisting. It’s a lot and I’m excited. I have however decided that if things go JUST the way I hope they do, I won’t stop with my Bachelor’s. I want to get my Masters in Bio med.
In laymen terms, I want to work for the CDC.
Let’s see. Oh yeah. Hubby is doing okay. He’s going through Vocational Rehab for training and to get a job. And holey moley! You wouldn’t believe the mental problems he was diagnosed with. It’s sad, but I’m glad he’s getting help. Finally. But don’t let me rant about that, dead readers, because we will be here all night. Which I don’t want to do. I’m quite hungry.
Oh. And I am still in Utah. I don’t hate it as much as I did. I’ve made friends. I have a job and I go to school. While there are several imperfections to this place, it’s grown on me some. But not much. I swear.
Hmm. Oh yes. I have a job, but I’m looking for a new one. I get 6 hours a week if I’m lucky. Which I’m normally not. I worked Black Friday and that was the most I have worked in about 5 months.
So I think what I will do, because my brain isn’t concentrating that well, I will go in spurts. I will have internet tomorrow and Thursday because of being at a friend’s house and I will write more. Or maybe I won’t. I don’t want to jinx myself. Again.

So.

I keep telling myself that I’m going to write more and then I never do. Perhaps I am jinxing myself? Oh well.

So… Yes. I still have a job and I’m still being positive. And with doing so I haven’t gotten anywhere! LOL
And… Hmm. This will be a rather boring blog I think. Just something to stretch my fingers out on. I need to work on a couple story ideas that I’ve had floating around, but I’m leery about posting them on my blog and I don’t want to wait the eons it will take at the LL. And every time I try to get on JK, it’s under construction. lol
So I’ll just have to be brave, I guess. Now if only I put them on the flash drive.
I got a new computer! Well sort of. It’s mine as long as I pay for it every month since I’m doing the rent to own thing. But that’s okay. I get an uber awesome warranty thing where as if I bought it from a store, they MIGHT help me if something went wrong. Technology. Pros and cons. But yes, here I am. Alive and well. And mostly happy. Happily working. Happily married. Just happy. lol
And as for the hubby? Well he had a job, but now his job is to take care of his mom and drive me and his sister around. …Well okay, not around, but to work. Sigh. We need a car. And if I make enough or get into a career, then we can get one. Yay!

No internet still, but with the nifty new lap top, I can use the WIFI, or what I like to call it, weefee, at the library with unlimited time. Woot!
But now I must go. I’ve run out of news and I keep hitting the wrong keys! lol
Miss everyone, if anyone still reads this, lots!

Recap

So. 2011. I didn’t write many blogs and in all fairness I did have stuff to write, but I didn’t feel like writing it. So let’s just do this: A HUGE recap blog. And yes I will remember it all because I’m a freak like that. So here it goes.

January

Not a lot happened. I got more and more tired of my sister-in-law’s wife as she continued to try to batter me and hubby mentally and verbally. Stupid bitch. And I wasn’t dying anymore. That made me happy. As you know I was suffering from some unknown illness and to be perfectly honest, we’re still not entirely sure what it was. Which is scary.

February

Stress. Hubby and I didn’t get to do anything for Valentine’s Day. Jobs were not had, and he had surgery. His tonsils were finally removed. Hallelujah! And he did so well with recovery. I was so proud and for a while I was scared. I really thought I was going to lose him. I couldn’t see him in the future, which not to sound psycho, but I couldn’t see us doing anything. And I really thought I was going to have to say good bye. I didn’t, of course, but new stress came to the surface revolving around my family. And it’s still there, but it’s something I can’t really talk about. Let’s just say it’s big, it’s major and it’s hideously life changing.

March, April and May

Friends. Or sort of. That’s what this one was for. No jobs yet either, which really sucked. Hubby was still recovering from surgery and I was applying to all sorts of places. Hoping for just one chance, but nada. And. Marin and Kate decide that they want a baby. WHAT?!
And that’s exactly what I said and how I reacted when I got the news.
Now in all fairness, I don’t remember if it was March when this was happening, because the past few months went in a blur. But I remember it being cold and snowing for some of it. And no, they didn’t have a baby. They gave up after two tries. Thank god for that. I remember drinking in celebration.

Now the friends thing.
*sighs* I will say this for starters.
People out here are soooo different and not in the good way. I have met one person who I am still friends with and spend time with her whenever I can, so the events that happened made it worth while.
I’m not going to go into all the annoying details, but I will say this. We made friends with a group of guys and this one guy. He’s more of a boy trying to be a man and failing… Anyway. We hit it off and then it got weird. Really weird. I was having fun and then he just got strange. And I felt awful. I mean, the three of us had played around a bit, but nothing all the way ish. And then it just stopped. I couldn’t continue. Sure casual sex is still just sex to us, but it will have to be with the right minded people.

April specifically though before the weirdness happened. I finally did it. I took a trip by myself. For my mom’s birthday I traveled to Colorado on the Greyhound and then back again two weeks later. It was great! I wasn’t scared at all and I got to see my friends and family. It didn’t fly by, but it didn’t snail either which was nice. I’ve come to decide that I prefer the bus. It was such a nice trip. I mean, yeah, I slept through Wyoming, but there’s not a lot to see there. It was raining and we stopped like two or three times. When we got out of Wyoming though, I was up. I knew I was on my way, not necessarily home, but some place like it. That Colorado sky is just special, especially when there’s those fluffy white clouds in the sky. I love it. The air, the scents, the sounds. It’s just perfect, and I miss it terribly.

Leaving wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be which was a bonus. I did get a little sad, but I told everyone that I would return and I’m pretty sure I still mean it. I’d love to go back and get an apartment or a mobile home with my honey and our kitties. Going back where it makes sense, it just makes sense.

And here’s the roller coaster. May kinda squeaked by. There was more stress at home between the family and it was awkward. And then came June. Glorious wonderful June. And why was this month so wonderous? Why so fabulous?? Because hubby got a job! But more importantly, Marin left.
Now in all fairness, at first I was angry, sad and confused. I also wanted blood because she broke my sister-in-law’s heart. I wanted to make her pay. I spent so much time with Kate keeping her mind off things and helped her through the stages that people go through when they’re dumped. Which was good for us. The next couple of months, stress evened out. Hubby still had a job and I was relatively happy. There were no more eggshells to walk across because of upsetting the bitch and everyone breathed easier. Kate even contacted someone who had really crushed on her and they went on a date!

July was fun!
One quest to the movie theater.
One journey from the ticket taker.
One climb up steps to find our goal.
And one night to truly enjoy.

Yes, my friends. I went nerdy. I went proud. I went and saw the uber long director’s edition of The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King at our movie theater. And it was Amaaaazing! There were so many nerds! And I loved it! I fit in! But yeah. Hubby and I found out about it from… the dollar theater, actually. And ohmygod. OH MY GOD. Talk about the razzle dazzle! That was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. There was nifty trivia before the movie and it wasn’t awkward to break into quotes. I laughed and I cried and I enjoyed the true beauty of a movie experience.
Happy times and not so much stress. More sex. Good food.

But of course that couldn’t last. Hubby got sick again and was losing unnatural amounts of weight. Everything he ate literally went through him and he was getting worse. In September I thought I was going to lose him again. We had a tumor scare and he was so sick. So weak. Nothing I could do. The fact that I got a job didn’t even matter. I would work then come home and watch as he dragged himself away so he could work.
And we had another addition to the family. A kitty. But he couldn’t stay. His name was Squirrel and he literally followed us home one night. After about a month, we figured out that we couldn’t keep him because he didn’t get a long with our girls. So we gave him up. I still miss him and I hope he was able to find a good home where he could be the little prince there.
So in the span of 2 weeks I really hated life. Hubby had to quit his job because he was too ill. I got fired from mine because they’re a bunch of douchecuntbagpricks. You can quote me. And then I had to give up my Squirrel. Hubby and I were arguing more and having more angry time with eachother than pleasant time. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. As well as Kate and Marin started talking again. And then hanging out a lot. And blah blah blah.

So months again blurred. I got a job! Hubby got a job! And here we are. My store manager called me and offered me permanent employment. Hubby hasn’t heard anything, but he’s going to be doing more training, so it looks like his is too. Now I know writing this, is asking for something bad to happen, but I’ve decided that I’m going to try to be more positive for 2012. I’m going to try to be happier. I’m going to try to have more sex, because lord knows I miss it and need it, and I’m going to let go. I’m not going to care so much if I can’t write a story. So what. I’ve actually written a handful in the past few months though.

So yeah. That’s what’s happened. I’d say I’ll try to write in this thing more, but unless we get the internet back there’s not a huge chance of that. But. With these jobs, it should happen. I just need a new computer first because mine is literally falling apart. lol

So many things

So. I really should write more often, but here it goes. A quick little update is all I can manage right now.

Hubby got a job at the ass end of June.
I got a job, and started on the 28th of August.
My sister-in-law’s wife broke up with her.
We got another cat. Umm.

And now another update from that.
Hubby stopped being scheduled at the end of September.
I got fired at the end of September.
My sister-in-law proved herself to be extremely useless.
We had to get rid of the cat.

Hubby got a job and I got a job. It’s just a matter if we can keep them after the holidays.  And I vowed that I would write a blog… well not vowed, but I said just a few minutes ago that I would try to write a few blogs before the end of the year, so as not to be lame.
Or something.
So here it is. Nothing else is really new. Hubby works nights and I work when they decide to schedule me. I’m still on the path with cooking and learning how to make new things all the time. Eventually I’ll put together a book or something. I don’t have the internet back yet, so I have to use the computers at the library and right now I’m at a friend’s house. She’s awesome for letting me use her internet. And! She taught me how to play Rummy.
I’ve been using a chisel on my writer’s block, because I still have the Great Wall of China Writer’s Block. I just need to find my airplane. I’m fairly pissed at WordPress right now too. My subscriptions have disappeared. *shakes fist*
And. I’m not going to jinx myself. So I’m not going to be posting any Janice stories on here. I’m not going to post a Christmas story on here, or a New Year’s either.
I’m going to have an anti-resolutions list this next year too.

Umm..

And yeah. I’ll try to remember to post something else. And if things happen I’ll post those too. And maybe I’ll throw in some interesting things. …Not my life stuff, but fun, funny stuff. 🙂