Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
I FELT NOTHING: PART THREE (BRITT)
By Wojo Martin
This is the final installment of the three-part story of Ska, a college senior whose pain and self-loathing have led him to become a cruel seducer of young women. As it is a work that focuses on character development as well as erotic interaction, it is somewhat lengthy.
In this chapter: Ska and his “tag-team partner” Lil set their sights on surprising young Britt. Ska’s twin sister, Annie finally hears a name she has been longing to hear for three years. And Ska finds something he thought was long since gone.
This story features consensual sex, anal sex, cumplay, lesbian kissing, female domination, male domination, pissing and spanking.
It was another holiday. I found myself in a nearly deserted apartment building on the edge of an empty campus. Lil was at the fridge, getting herself a beer and not offering me one.
“So, Lil, it was Christmas yesterday. I didn’t find a present from you under the tree.”
“Yeah, and where’s mine?”
“I got a stocking stuffer for ya right here, bitch.”
She feigned a yawn. “I did actually get you something, but you’d better be nice, or I won’t give it to you.”
“Will I like it?”
“Oh, you’ll like it. Townie girl barista. Graduated from high school last spring. Trying to become a wild child just to piss off her parents. Skinny little thing. Great ass, not much for tits.”
“You’re here. We got plenty of tit for everybody. What team she play for?”
“Doesn’t know for sure, yet. Complains that her teenage boyfriends all are sweet but boring, and there aren’t enough of my kind of girl in town. I pretended that part was true. If she knew how to find them, this town is crawling with us.”
“I think you get an unnatural share of ‘tourists’ who wouldn’t try it with anyone but you.”
“Kind of like me and you in reverse?”
Lily and I pissed around for a while, criticizing each other’s taste in music and clothes. I sprung for a pizza to avoid having to eat her offering of ramen. She knew I would. We indulged in her second favorite past time, meaning she destroyed me in Call of Duty. As the witching hour drew near, she let me watch her change into her game uniform.
I suggested that she change into the classic vinyl bodice, but she laughed me off. She went for a far softer look than she usually chose, explaining that this girl might be a little skittish for Lil to open with fetish gear. She stripped for me and gave me plenty of time to examine her erotic body art and piercings. She was short and busty, with a flat, but not tight belly. Her round ass might have made another girl look a little heavy, but somehow her bearing and style made her look like a compact little powerhouse, an engine made for sex. She pulled on a short black skirt and a Bauhaus t-shirt cut down to show off her cleavage and torso tats. Her look spoke no less of sex than one of her rubber dominatrix suits. I never really got how her body did the things it did to a simple outfit.
Soon enough, a knock came on the door, and our guest stepped through with a bottle of white wine in her hands. I stayed on the couch, trying not to look like overeager. I didn’t rise at all until Lily steered her over to me.
“This is Ska, the one I told you about. Ska, this is Britt.”
“Holy shit,” she said. “You have to be Annie’s brother!”
“Um—yeah—“ I was nervous. Annie tended to warn girls off of me. “Her twin.”
“I didn’t know she had a twin. Shit, you look just like her. She’s an awesome chick.” Crisis averted.
“Nice to meet you,” I said smiling and offering my hand. She took it, and I kissed the back of her hand. “Lil, she’s gorgeous! Trust in Lil, little one. She’ll take you to Heaven and back. You two have a nice time.” I fetched my jacket and began to leave.
“Oh, don’t leave on my account. Lily said you might be here. I’m okay with that.”
“Of course you are, Britt. We’re all okay with anything Lil wants. But I’m sure you just agreed to it to get to spend some time with the sexiest girl on the planet.” I gave Britt a knowing little smile, and leaned in close to her. “Don’t worry, angel. She’s not going to throw you out just because I leave. I won’t impose myself just because I can.” I started toward the door; Lily pouted her lips a little bit.
“Wait!” Britt called out. “Look, I’m sure you want to be here with Lily, and I don’t want you to leave because I’m here.” She gave me her best sexy little smile, “I mean, I’d like you to stay.” She twisted her light brown hair in the type of little girl gesture she’d probably seen a porn actress do in a video. “…If you’d like to.”
I looked her up and down as if I was deciding in the moment. “Yeah, Britt, you are a very sexy girl. I’d like to stay.” Just like that, she had not merely accepted an offer for a three way; she had basically pitched it to me.
Lily smiled and led her to the couch. She positioned Britt between us and then lay on the end of the couch with her bare feet dangling over the end and her head in Britt’s lap. Lily seemed like she was in a vulnerable position, but she was by far the most dangerous person on the couch. Besides, to the best of my knowledge, Lily was invulnerable.
So, here was Britt, the angry teenager. She was probably angry mostly because her parents had named her Brittany. She was put at ease by Lily’s low-key approach. The girls Lily brought to meet me knew the evening would end with sex, but were unsure how it would begin. The gambit Lily was running called for us to start slowly. It always paid off in the long run.
I excused myself and got up to pour everyone some wine. By the time I came back, the feminine majority was giggling softly about something, and Britt was playing with the bright purple lock of Lily’s otherwise raven hair. I sat down and put my arm across the back of the couch without touching Britt. Lily reached a hand up and squeezed mine gently. It served to remind Britt that I was part of the intimate unit. She looked at me and smiled, then leaned into me slightly.
“So, I hear you’re one of us,” I announced a little suddenly. Britt didn’t start at the vague implication. She merely cocked an eyebrow toward me. She was more composed than most of the little lambs Lily brought to our intimate holiday parties. “I just mean you’re bored with this town and some of the pedestrian attitudes.”
“Oh,” she said with a grin, “I thought you were going to tell me you were vampires or something.”
“Vampires as a metaphor for gay, honey?” Lily offered.
“Probably, but you know, I’m with strangers. Anything could happen.” This girl was sharp, Lily hadn’t told me that. I’m not sure Lily had even picked up on it until now. Lily and I continued with our normal gambit. We talked about how we would be glad to be done with school here and move on to some big city. “It might really be better,” Britt added. “But I think there are going to be, like Ska says, ‘pedestrian attitudes’ wherever you go. I think a person just needs to seek out like-minded people and make a life wherever the universe puts them.” This wasn’t exactly the kind of reactionary thinking most eighteen-year-olds usually spewed.
“Britt, that’s different from what you said this afternoon at the coffee shop.”
“Sorry, Lily. I was just agreeing with what you were saying…. I was trying to get into your pants.”
Lily laughed so hard that she sat up and snorted, causing her to spill her wine on the front of her shirt. “Shit! Now I have to take it off,” she said and stood up.
Britt rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Is this how it usually starts?”
“Um-yeah. It kind of is,” I admitted, slowly standing and trying to figure my next play. We were caught, so I just kind of rolled with it. ”But I think she honestly spilled it this time. You took her off guard.”
“Good. You need to be a little off guard to really have fun. I mean, you two are such a well-oiled machine. It’s like you go from one play to the next. I don’t need to get seduced. I just want to have some fun!”
“You’ve done this sort of thing before?” Lily asked, standing before us now in just a black lace bra and short skirt.
“A three-way? No. But I sure as fuck want to, and you two are sexy as hell, even if you are a little cheesy.”
I was gobsmacked. I occasionally ran into a precocious eighteen-year-old, but Britt would have still seemed uniquely composed if she had been thirty. “If we’re cheesy, I get to be Swiss,” Lil said, recovering her voice. “That way you two can pleasure my holes!”
“Oh, baby, you’re so Gouda!” I added. Britt surprised me again. We had heard our little marks cry, giggle nervously, scream, beg, whimper, and even use filthy language in shows of false bravado. But Britt laughed out loud, warmly, comfortably honestly.
“Hey, Britt. Wanna see if he has a Muenster in his pants?”
“Not yet,” she said. “If nobody has any plans for the night, I’d like to go slow. As much as I love sex, I might like fooling around and taking my time getting started even more. I think I’m probably in for the fucking of my life, but I just walked through the door ten minutes ago.”
“You’re our guest,” I said, still not sure of a ploy. “What do you want to do?”
“Well… How long has it been since either of you played Truth or Dare?”
“I—I’m not real good with truth.” I turned my head away slightly and took a sip of wine.
“Me neither.” Lil crossed to the breakfast bar to get to the whole damned bottle. “Sorry, Britt.”
“Holy shit! Neither one of you is the least bit worried about dares, but truth scares the hell out of you.” Neither of us had a response. “Now, I really want to play. When’s the last time either of you were nervous on a date?” I tried to think of a time, realized how long ago it had been, and who it was with, and buried the memory. “Don’t you think a little fear might just be the sexiest feeling you’ve had in a long time?”
I wasn’t exactly in a rush to get in touch with my humanity. I stood silently, waiting for Lil—more than my match in guile—to find us a way out of it. “Ska, say something clever, you stupid fuck!”
“I got nothin’.”
“Stupid whore.” There was no venom in either comment.
“Come on,” Britt said, pushing the table aside and throwing the cushions from the couch onto the carpet. “At all the best junior high parties, the game is played sitting on the floor.” Defeated, we sat on the cushions, forming a circle with Britt. She took us each by the hand. “I’ll be gentle, little virgins,” she said. “Me first; it was my idea.”
“Britt, Truth or Dare?”
“Which of us would stand a better chance with you on our own?”
“That’s a good one. Sorry, Ska. I’ve only fooled around with girls a few times, and I am just dying to know what Lily can do to me.”
“Don’t blame ya, kid. Okay, who’s next?”
“Ska asks Lil.”
“Chickenshit. Okay. Don’t want to go right to touching each other yet—right, Britt? Lil, put some wine on your fingertips, and show our new friend what you can do with your tongue.”
Lil dipped two fingers into the wine and with a sly smile began to lick up and down the length of them like they were the underside of a cock. She kept her eyes locked on me the entire time. After a few trips up and down the fingers, she flicked her tongue around the top and swirled several times. I had a hard time not grabbing myself, but met her gaze and kept one eager hand gently in Britt’s while I sat on the other one. Lil put both fingers entirely inside her mouth with no sign of difficulty. Her tongue danced around the inside of her cheeks as it quickly flitted side-to side. She pulled them out slowly and turned her gaze to Britt. Lil’s fingers parted, and her tongue began to slide up and down in the space between them, thrusting and withdrawing, rapidly flipping the tiny web between them like it was a clit. Britt’s own tongue peeked out ever so slightly between her red lips. The young girl’s breaths were deep, but not rapid or out of control. Lil had her attention, but Britt kept her cool. Lil finished by giving each of her fingertips a little kiss and topped the whole display with a look of complete innocence. I wanted to applaud. “Who’s next?” Lil asked Britt.
“Ska. Truth or Dare?”
“Okay, baby girl… No way I’m going to wimp out. Truth.”
“Good for you. You ever been in love?”
“And I take it that’s all we’re getting on that subject.”
“Well, it’s good to know, anyway.”
“I didn’t even know that for sure,” Lil whispered. “Britt’s turn; Ska asks.”
“Pretty little Britt?”
“Truth, sexy boy.”
“In the last few years, I’ve been bald as a baby girl, hairy as a Hippie and everything in between. Right now, it’s pretty short and cleverly shaped into a design. You have to finish the game to see what that design is. Lil?”
“She is a chickenshit,” Britt said, winking at me. “Let’s see… pick any boy in the game and give him a hickey.”
Lil smiled and crawled slowly across the circle, pushing me onto my back. She unbuttoned my shirt and pressed her lips to the center of my chest, “Haven’t done this to a boy in quite a while,” she whispered. She straddled me, leaving her warmth over my groin, but keeping it perfectly still. She was trying to break me down and get me to move or thrust. The urge to slide my hands up the back of her thighs and grab her firm ass cheeks almost overwhelmed me. Lil nibbled and occasionally teased with her tongue, but didn’t go at me voraciously. I felt the strain against the seams of my jeans, but resisted all temptation to move my hips. After a few more moments, she unexpectedly paused, looked up at me and then tilted her head to the side. She rested her ear over my heart and listened to the pounding rhythm it hammered out against my ribs. It was a surprising moment. Lil never seemed interested in a person’s heart. Suddenly, she turned back to her business with ferocity. She took it to the threshold of pain, and then a little beyond. I tensed, but held strong. Lil was so focused on what she was doing that she finally slipped. I felt a slight change in pressure as she ever so slightly ground herself against me. “Shit!” she whispered, and pulled back. I smiled at her. “Asshole,” she said softly with just the slightest trace of a smile.
“That was hot!” Britt said, fanning herself.
“Ska?” Lil said, eyeing me with revenge on her mind.
“Truth,” I answered, eyeing her right back. Britt and I had clearly established that in this circle telling a truth was bolder than accepting a dare. I wasn’t going to chicken out now.
“Okay. When’s the last time you fucked someone that you actually liked?”
“Like she said, besides me.” I wanted to back out. I was a good enough liar to get away with weaseling out of it, even in this shrewd company. Lil saw the wheels turning in my head, and it seemed wheels began to turn in her own. I looked at it from Lil’s point-of-view. We had had sex in almost every way possible; we had spent countless hours being good company, but never in our highly functional dysfunctional relationship had we been intimates. If I answered truthfully, I wasn’t just breaking a barrier from my end. Secrets were a two-way street. “I withdraw the question,” Lil said; her voice tinged with urgency.
“You don’t have to answer, Ska,” Britt said, sensing the weight of the moment. “We can give you a dare instead.”
“Chickenshit,” I said, with a little smile toward Britt. I was playing a game, and I won games. I wasn’t going to have anyone take it easy on me. Besides, in a game like this the only one you’re really competing against is yourself. It’s a test to see how much courage you have. I was stupid enough to put myself in this position. I needed to prove I was strong enough to get myself out of anything I had gotten myself into. I took the leap. “Her name was… Emma.” As I said the word, the world seemed to go away. A beautiful face appeared in my mind, and the room disappeared from view. “She was gorgeous, and so tiny. When I wrapped my arms around her, she almost disappeared. I was her first boy… and her last.”
“Shit!” Lil said. “Shit, I hate this fucking game!” Tears were welling in her eyes. She got up and tried to move away, but there wasn’t really anywhere to go in the tiny apartment. I stood, took two long strides and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “DON’T! That’s not what we do, Ska!” She turned to push me away and looked up at me.
“Hey,” I said softly. “It’s still just me, you sexy little bitch. Just maybe, we’re actually real friends now.”
“I don’t want a real friend, Ska. I had one of those once.”
“Oh, shit,” Britt said. “I’m really sorry. I never meant for things to get heavy like this. Maybe I should go.”
“No, Britt. You stirred the pot. Stick around and see how it turns out. Come on, Lil. You had a friend….”
“His name was… Roger. He was the only kid in our school who was out of the closet. I was his fag hag. There wasn’t anything that we didn’t talk about. He was the only one in the world that I trusted. Then, I met a girl. My one and only true love, April. My world was so full. Then, I snuck in through April’s window—her parents wouldn’t allow me in the house, but I snuck in all the time. Only this time April wasn’t alone. Turns out Roger wasn’t quite as gay as he thought. My lover and my best friend, gone in an instant. I’m done with real friends; I’m done with falling in love.”
“Hey…hey, Lil. The same thing happened to me. They were both guys, but it was the same thing. I didn’t give up. I just got a little more careful. But I’m stronger now. You can do the same thing.”
“But, Britt, you’re so together. You’re so strong. I can’t be like that.”
“Sure you can. Come here.” Britt opened her arms, and Lil moved slowly toward her. Hesitantly, she let Britt draw her into her embrace. They stood quietly for a moment. How many unbelievable things were going to happen this night? Lil and I got taken off our guard; I said Emma’s name aloud; Lil turned into a puddle of tears. The moment went on for a long time, and I felt no urge to break it up. They finally pulled apart and smiled sadly at each other.
“Britt…” Lil said, with a nervous giggle. “I still want to fuck you. We’re supposed to be having fun, you know. And I think three real friends like us could really find a way to enjoy ourselves.”
For the first time all night, Britt seemed completely taken aback. She stared at Lil, then lifted her chin and kissed her on the mouth. In an instant, tongues were flying, and the two girls began groping each other. When they broke apart for a breath, Britt leaned over Lil’s shoulder and looked at me. “Hey, Cheesy. Time to see if you really do have a Muenster in those pants.” I moved over to them and kissed them each deeply. This was one hell of a night, alright.
Britt was the one who finally broke up the make-out session. “Guys, sorry, but before this gets too hot… I gotta take a piss; wine goes right through me,” she said. Lil pointed toward the bathroom. Britt started to walk toward it. Playfully, we both followed her. “Um, I’m not THERE yet,” she said, flashing a smile that suggested that a little show wasn’t out of the question down the road. We let her go.
“You were awesome!” Lil whispered when the door closed. “I didn’t know where you were going with the whole dead girlfriend story, but once I caught on…. Imagine that arrogant little bitch thinking she was schooling us.”
“Bet you didn’t know I could hit the waterworks like that, did you?”
“I had no idea.”
“Sh-hhh! Here she comes. Stick it up her ass, hard, Ska. I want to see how cool she is then.”
“Well, where were we?” Britt asked as she emerged in a sexy little light blue panty and bra set. She had ditched her clothes in the bathroom. She was adorable, and her playful smile lit up the room. I’d be damned if Emma’s name was going to play a part in this girl’s humiliation.
I bolted into the bathroom and grabbed her clothes. I snagged my jacket on the way back through the living room. “Britt, come on.” I said as I hit the doorway. “The quicker the better.”
Britt was stunned for a moment, but she was bright. “Oh, you are a clever little bitch,” she said to Lil as she headed for the door.
“You weak little cunt. We’re done.” Lil’s voice was flat and far too controlled.
“No shit,” Britt responded, mistakenly thinking that Lil’s comment had been intended for her. I put my arm around our mark and ushered her out the door. It was my intention to whisk Britt quickly down the hall to my apartment so that she could get dressed, and I could call her a cab home. “Give me my fucking clothes,” she demanded as soon as I pulled the door shut.
“You asshole!” a familiar voice rang out. “Give the poor girl her fucking clothes.”
“Annie?” Britt said.
Once again, my twin sister found me in the hallway with a crying, naked girl. Annie stood with a wrapped Christmas present in her hand. “Britt? I see you’ve met my asshole brother. Let’s get you out of the hallway.”
I fumbled for my key and let them inside my apartment. “What the fuck was that?” Britt said as she pulled on her jeans. “We could have just had fun. I was willing. Then you’re telling this story about a dead girlfriend and Lily’s got this whole betrayal story.”
“You used HER to try to seduce a girl?” Annie grabbed my wheel of poker chips from the table and drew back to throw it at me. Pelting me with objects in front of brokenhearted girls had become one of her primary forms of address with me.
“NO! I thought something else was going on! I would never mention Emma for something like that!”
Annie froze, she loosened her grip and the wheel tilted, slowly spilling dozens of chips on the floor. “Did you just say…?”
“Shit.” Annie put the wheel down on the table and looked at Britt. “Whatever the fuck he said… if he called her by name, he meant it.”
“I’m sorry, Britt,” I said.
“Fuck you,” she said. “And thank you, I guess.”
“Don’t thank me. We brought you there thinking you were some dumb little chick we could tag-team for some laughs. If you hadn’t been so damned smart and strong, I would have fucked you for three days straight and laughed when you cried as we sent you home. But you got to me… and I swear to God, I thought you got to Lil, too. Look, I’m sorry.”
“You want to make it up to me—don’t ever do that shit to a girl again.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Then, go fuck yourself.” Britt dismissively waved the wadded t-shirt she still held in her hand.
“I probably will,” I said.
“Make sure to make yourself cry when you’re done,” Annie added. “You owe the world that several dozen times over. And if you want to talk about… Emma. I’m on duty the rest of the break.”
“Why the hell are you giving me a present anyway?”
“I’m not. It’s from Cousin Becky. She drew your name. Jennifer says to thank you for the gift card.”
“Thanks for bringing it over.”
“Go fuck yourself, Scotty.”
“That seems to be what everyone wants. I’m on it.” I closed the bedroom door behind me and left the two girls in the main room of the apartment. I heard voices for a long time afterward; I hated to disappoint the girls, but I just didn’t have the will to fuck myself. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Emma’s face, her scent, her touch; but this time I kept being the one who was taking leaps. I woke with a start several times as every dream ended with me hurtling toward the river beneath the bridge.
I got up in the morning to take a piss, and I was about to make myself some breakfast, but I heard the sound of someone breathing on the couch. I closed the door and went back to bed. Sometime later I heard the shower running and heard the toilet flush. The door of my room opened. Britt was standing in the doorway, wearing only the bra and panties she had been wearing when she first entered my apartment. “Your sister is the coolest chick I ever met.”
“I’d agree, but you might tell her.”
“Unfortunately—hell, maybe fortunately—she has a girlfriend.”
“I didn’t know.”
“They’ve only been together for like a year-and-a-half! They stop by the coffee bar a lot. So, I guess we three girls are just going to be buds; we’re going shopping on Friday; unlike some people, I like having new friends. Anyway, Annie went home. You okay?”
“As okay as I get, I guess.”
“Goddamn, Britt. You surprise more than anybody since—more than anyone has in a long time.”
“Okay. Horny? Because I’m as horny as I get, and somebody told me he wanted to bang me for three days straight.”
“Britt, I don’t want to screw you over.”
“Then don’t. Look Annie says you’ve had eighteen years of experience at being a randy little boy who’s a good guy at heart, and only three years of being a total bastard. And even though you have a hard time accepting it, the good guy won out last night.”
“Do you know the amount of damage I’ve done in my life?”
“As much of it as Annie does. We talked half the night. I can pretty much fill in the blanks for the rest.”
“And you really want to take a chance on me, knowing all that?”
“Sometimes in life you have to trust your instincts and take a leap.”
“Got three days?”
“Yes, actually; hard to get shifts at the coffee bar when most of the campus is gone home. Now, shut up. You don’t get to talk until, I tell you.” She walked toward the bed and pulled the covers off of me. I stayed still and let things play out her way. She pulled down my boxers and pitched them over her shoulder. “Not exactly a Muenster,” she said, appraising me. “But I’m not exactly getting shortchanged, either.”
She lowered her mouth to me and began kissing the tip of my penis. She might or might not have preferred pussy, but seemed to have a pretty good idea what to do with a cock. She gripped it firmly in her soft hands, and pumped it in a way that penetrated well beyond skin-deep. “After what you were going to do, you so don’t deserve this,” she said as she continued slowly working me. “But I think I earned what I’m getting out of it.” She straddled me, still holding my aching erection in her hand. I was expecting her to take off her panties and slide me up inside of her, but she pushed my dick down flat onto my stomach and began to rub her pussy up and down the shaft. The warmth was incredible, and she was more than wet enough for me to soon feel it through the panties. She skillfully ground against me, sometimes placing herself over the head and teasing it. It was so damned erotic that I thought I was going to lose it, but she had a good sense of when to change her placement and keep me from going over the top.
“That’s unbelievable,” I whispered.
She very gently slapped me on the chin and pressed a finger to her lips. I needed something to keep me busy. I reached for her breasts, and looked up at her. She nodded, and I began to massage her through her bra. She rolled her head back and hissed. For the longest time, I had regarded the sounds of women’s pleasure as a sign that I was winning the game. Now, I was just happy to make her feel as good as she made me feel.
Keeping her balance, she slipped her free hand inside her panties and went to work on her clit. “Harder on the tits,” she growled softly. I pinched the nipples and kneaded her breasts with a little more force. Her breathing became sharper and more ragged. With a final series of short breaths and a surprisingly girly cry, Britt began to shudder with an orgasm. She gushed through the panties, and I could feel her moisture seeping onto my cock and stomach.
When she caught her breath, I began to thrust against her. She shook her head and slid down off of me. She licked my penis from base to tip. “God, I love the taste of teenage pussy,” she said with a little giggle.
“You made me into a cunt-sicle,” I cracked. She gave me a playful slap on the chest, hitting me right on the hickey Lil had left the night before, but she didn’t lift her head away from her work.
She knew how close I was, and she took me all the way inside her mouth. She didn’t deep-throat me, but was damned close. She worked her tongue along the shaft while keeping it in her mouth. I was overmatched and quickly bucked with a huge orgasm. She took the first little bit of it in her mouth but then quickly pulled off so that the rest splattered into her hair and on her face. She smiled as she felt the warm liquid hit her. As the gusher subsided, she swallowed the bit she held in her mouth and then cleaned me with her tongue. The last glob she squeezed out she kept on the tip of her tongue and showed it to me. She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, sharing it with me. “Good, isn’t it?”
I nodded, not necessarily agreeing about the taste, but damned sure agreeing about the method of delivery. It was the first time she had kissed my mouth in the encounter. I smiled and wondered what she had in mind for an encore. “Get up and make me breakfast, bitch!” she said with a smile. “I need to keep my strength up.” She’d caught me by surprise, but I was learning to like her surprises. I got out of bed, and bent to pick up my boxers. She smacked me on the ass, hard. Her other slaps had been light, but she didn’t feel the need to back off when it came to my ass. “You get clothes when I tell you that you get clothes.”
“I was going to make bacon… grease splatters,” I explained.
“Alright, put them on. And a t-shirt. White.”
I went to my dresser and found a white T. I turned back and looked at her as she lay back on the bed. Her soaking panties revealed the outline of her labia, and also betrayed the clever design she had bragged about trimming into her pubic hair. “Angel wings,” I said and nodded toward her. She smiled.
For a slender girl, she worked the breakfast table pretty hard. I thought about it and realized she probably hadn’t really eaten a full meal before she had come over to Lil’s the night before. She had ditched her panties and bra. She wore only one of my old wrestling t-shirts, “Girls play volleyball; boys play basketball; MEN WRESTLE.” After breakfast, she went into the bathroom, and I could hear her gargle. Even hot little nymphets really shouldn’t try to pull off bacon breath. I went in when she was done and cleaned myself up. She was sitting on the couch, watching videos when I emerged. I had found her sexy from the start, but it was only when I stood and silently looked at her sitting there that I decided she was beautiful. I hadn’t thought of a girl that way in a long time. I sat down next to her.
She looked at the clock and suddenly rose and crossed to the bedroom. I got up to follow her. She turned back and held a hand up to me. “I’m going to sleep for a little while. You’re going to have company pretty soon, anyway.” She turned away quickly and offered me no chance to question what she meant. I sat back down on the couch and waited to see what surprise she had planned for me now.
I only waited about five minutes before a knock came on the door. Annie stood in the doorway, a big plastic bag in her hands. “Come on in,” I said, offering to take the heavy-looking bag out of her hands.
“It’s for you anyway. I did get you a Christmas present.”
“Only one?” The bag was fairly heavy.
“Last year’s is in there, too. And your last birthday. I was afraid to give them to you… after what happened with the birthday present two years ago.”
“That one hurt. Seven stitches behind the ear.”
“If you weren’t such an asshole, I wouldn’t have thrown it at you.”
“I know.” We moved to the breakfast bar. “Want some bacon?”
“No, Jessie and I had breakfast this morning.”
“Her name’s Jessie?”
“She’s gorgeous, Scotty. You’ll like her, too. She has four big brothers who all wrestled. Actually, you’ll love this part, you beat her big brother Jimmy to qualify for State your junior year.”
“Jessie is Jimmy Rynik’s sister?”
“I beat him and you fucked his baby sister?”
“You were her first?”
“I beat him out for State and you turned his sister into a dyke?” I laughed and shook my head. “We leave quite a swath of destruction, don’t we?”
“Yeah, Scotty. We do.” She left the sentence hanging in the air. Her eyes misted over, but tears didn’t fall.
“Did we kill Emma?” I said it. I said it out loud.
“No, Scotty. Emma killed herself.” The tears started to fall.
“We sure helped.”
“We loved her. She was only eighteen. We were only eighteen. She got confused, couldn’t see a way out. We loved her into it. If she hadn’t panicked, we would have loved her out of it.”
“That morning… I went to her room.”
“Oh, God, Anns. I loved her so much!” I broke. I broke down completely and threw myself into my sister’s arms.
“And Emma loved you, Scotty.” Annie sobbed a few times, and leaned into me. We hugged and cried on and off for an hour. And then we talked about our beautiful Emma for a long time, finding moments to laugh through the tears.
When Annie left, I stopped her at the door. “I love you, Sis, and I forgive you.”
She put her hand on my cheek and looked me in the eyes. “I forgive you, too. Forgive yourself, forgive Emma and come back to us for good.”
My instinct was to say that I could never forgive myself, but as I looked into Annie’s kind eyes, I began to think anything might be possible. “I’ll try, Anns. I’ll try.”
Britt got up several hours later. She stood in the bedroom doorway and gave me a “come hither” look. I crossed to her and kissed her gently on the lips. “Get dressed,” I said. “We have shopping to do.”
“What?” It was nice to see I could surprise Britt once in a while.
“I have to buy Annie about half-a-dozen presents, and I need help.”
Britt laughed and got dressed, wearing another of my shirts. We walked down the hallway, my arm around her as we laughed and talked. Lil came out of her doorway, her empty shopping bag in her hand. She gave us a hard glare and went back inside, slamming the door. Britt and I exchanged a look and breathed a sigh of relief. We had forgotten about Lil.
We went outside and I held the door open for Britt as we got into my car, which was parked on the street in front of my building. “Hey, Ska!” I looked up to see Lil hanging out of the window of her apartment. “Your little bitch forgot her wine bottle!” I saw a green flash as Lil hurled the bottle out the window toward us. I pushed Britt into the car, but the bottle hit the top of the door frame and shattered.
“Are you okay?” I asked Britt, “There’s blood on you!”
“Shit, Ska. It’s not mine. Your head’s split open!”
Our first date out on the town ended with me getting stitches at my hairline. The emergency room staff could barely contain their giggles as they worked on me. Two of the physician’s assistants got together and compared their former work on me. Annie had split me twice. I had one from wrestling practice, too. I was actually glad that they were poking fun at my expense. It helped put Britt at ease. She had been a cool customer driving me to the hospital, but once that was over, she realized that she was upset and covered in my blood.
She came home with me and babied me all day. I had a bitch of a headache, and fell asleep in her arms. The next morning she docked her MP3 player in my stereo and played sweet music. We made love for the first time—to the sound of Adele. Britt rode me gently and cooed with pleasure before she emitted her little girly cry at the finish. We finally got our day of shopping in and shared another gentle romantic encounter that night. The next morning, she went home and spent the next few days with her family, a group of people she actually loved quite deeply. I spent the most of that time with Annie and Jessie. Jessie was a smart and playful girl, and she teased me about my cauliflower ear, an affliction I shared with all of her brothers.
When Britt came back, she was nervous. This was new for me. She had always been so composed. I finally coaxed the reason out of her. “I want something from you,” she said. “And I’m afraid it might be hard for you to give.”
“Britt, I will do anything I can for you.”
“I know you’ve been rough with a lot of girls…” She left the statement hang until I admitted it was true. I really didn’t know where this was going, but I feared I was going to be taken to task for my misdeeds. “I like—I love—the way we’ve been doing it. Me in charge, or both of us being really gentle.”
“But I need all of you. I need to see that rough side of you, too.”
“Britt, I can be pretty wild. Pretty crazy. I don’t know if you’re really ready for that kind of…”
“How old were you when you first got crazy?”
“Younger than you,” I admitted. “But I don’t know. I really like you. I’m afraid that…”
“You’ll freak me out?”
“Well that, and…”
“Annie said you’d be afraid that you might—you know—backslide.”
“Yeah. I’m afraid of that.”
“I can wait if I have to, Ska. But I think you’re ready.”
“I’m not sure, Britt.”
“Chickenshit?” she said with a devilish look in her eyes. I looked at her for a moment. I wanted to fuck the daylights out of this naughty little thing, but I cared about her. I hadn’t been wicked with someone I cared about for a long time. I realized the man I was meant to be was a little bit darker than the chivalrous knight I had been for the last several days. Then, a more meaningful thought took shape. Britt had been everything I needed her to be. It was my turn to be what she needed me to be. She was strong, and needed to know that her man was strong enough to push himself to the edge and then come back. I nodded. “Wait here,” she said, and ran into the bedroom.
I sat on the couch and braced myself for Britt to push me to the edge like Emma had so long ago. She wanted rough play; she was going to call me names and challenge my manhood. She would push me and shove me. She would try to fight me off, and expect me to use my strength and aggression to tame her. I had done it with Emma, and it had worked because of our affection. I didn’t have the depth of relationship with Britt as I had with Emma, but I did really care about her. I could do this.
Britt returned, wearing nothing but one of my old wrestling shirts. She sat on the couch, leaned in like she was going to give me a kiss, but instead whispered in my ear. “I hate my full name, Brittany. If I say my full name, you’ll know we have to stop.” I nodded. She slid down to the floor and knelt at the edge of the couch, leaning her head against my knee. She looked up at me and waited. It took me a moment to recognize what her position and look meant. This was going to be something quite different than what it had been with Emma. Britt was so beautiful. I took the leap.
“Get your sexy little ass up,” I said firmly. She stood quickly and faced me, eyes down. “Bend over, facing the TV.” The t-shirt rode up and exposed the very top of her thighs, nearly showing the place where they met. “Hike the shirt up a little.” She pulled it up and exposed her ass and pussy. “Is all of this mine?” I asked. She did not turn around, but nodded quickly. “All of it?” It sounded like a demand, but was really an honest request for clarification. She paused for a moment, but the nod that followed was clear and certain.
I traced a lazy finger along the inside of her thighs, and brushed over her pussy lips. I kept tracing on her smooth skin and moved up to her ass. I gently placed a fingertip on her asshole. She didn’t move away, but moved her hips in a tiny circle. “Don’t tempt me, baby girl. I’ll take it when I’m damned good and ready.” She stiffened slightly, but offered no protest. After a moment, she nodded her head very slightly. I quickly stuck my face up to her pussy and inhaled deeply. “You smell like you want me to fuck your little pussy. Do you want me to fuck your little pussy?” Her nod came quickly, and she reached her fingers back to part her pussy lips. I smacked her lightly on the ass. She wiggled and straightened slightly, but then bent back down even further and stuck her ass higher. I smacked it harder this time.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
“Uh-oh! Somebody likes that. Did you know you liked it?” She shook her head. “But you do, don’t you?” She nodded. “Ask me.”
“Spank my little ass again, please.” I smacked about as hard as the second time. “Harder, please. Your hands are so strong.” I smacked her hard enough to make a good sound, but not enough to do more than sting slightly. “Oh shit, just like that…. Please.”
I gave her a quick three shots, and then stood up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her slowly up so that her back was to my chest. She was tall enough that she could lean her head back on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear, “Let me know if I go too far.”
“I am yours; you’re so big and strong. I could never stop you,” she said with conviction.
“You please me. You’re beautiful, and you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“I’m yours. I can’t resist you.”
“That’s because you’re my little cockslut,”
“I’m your cockslut,” she said, sounding for all the world as if she was horrified to say it aloud.
“Are you THERE yet?” I asked, pulling her hair and turning her so that she had to face me.
“Please don’t make me do that,” she begged.
“You will do what pleases me!” I bent her down and smacked her on the ass.
“I refuse you,” she whispered. I smacked her ass three more times. Her voice sounded as if there was a slight cry in it. “I will do what pleases you, even though it shames me.” Britt walked slowly to the bathroom and left the door open. She hiked up the t-shirt and looked me in the eye for a moment. But then she looked away as if she couldn’t bear to meet my gaze while she did what I asked. She sat on the toilet, and turned her big blue eyes toward me. I moved to her and snatched the shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked. Britt reached her fingers to part her pink pussy lips. She was willingly playing along, but her hand shook with nervousness. I pulled her chin up so that she looked me in the eye.
A slight tinkling sound began, and I looked down to see a thin golden stream flowing from her beautiful body into the bowl. I wanted to stick my dick into her right at that moment and feel the warm liquid run over me, but I knew it would last only a few precious seconds. As the stream dwindled, I reached down and pinched a nipple. She gasped. I used the grip to lead her in leaning over for the toilet tissue. She wiped herself and dropped it into the bowl. I lifted her with the same technique and turned her to face the bowl. I looked over her shoulder and ran a finger up the crack of her ass. She shuddered. “Ohh-hh fuck,” escaped her as she stood and waited for permission to flush. “I really am your cockslut,” she whispered with conviction. I reached with the hand that had been on her ass and lifted her arm toward the lever. She went limp against me as the flush sounded. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. She threw her slender arms around my neck and leaned into me. She kissed my neck several times as I gently placed her on the bed.
I stood at the foot of the bed and gently ran my hands over her body as she recovered her strength. In a minute, she began to arch her back slightly to reach toward the hands. She purred greedily. “Listen to you,” I said. “You are so sweet and so nice, but you are so desperate to get fucked.”
“No, please,” she begged. “I’m afraid. You’re so strong, so rough.”
“Your body pleases me, and I will have it in any way I wish.” She nodded gravely. “Beg for it, little one.”
“Please. Please. Do it. I have to have you. I crave your strength.”
“Use the word.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” she said desperately. She was so convincing that I nearly forgot that this was the same girl who had used me for a plaything at the start of the week. I roughly parted her legs and she gasped in pleasure as I ran a finger up the length of her labia. I stripped myself of my white t-shirt and pushed my jeans and boxers down far enough to kick them away. I suddenly realized that I had almost plowed into her without a condom. I quickly scrambled to the nightstand and suited myself up.
I returned to my beautiful slave and knelt between her open legs, pressing the head of my penis to her opening. She was wet, and the heat of her pussy caused a shudder to course through my body. She looked at me with wide eyes and winced at the thought of me entering her. “Oh, God,” she cried as I pushed into her. “I never knew. Take me.” This girl drove me crazy. I began hammering her with great force. I had been fucking girls hard on a regular basis for over two years now, and I had handled them with a rough combination of lust and contempt, but it had been a very long time since I had had a wild fuck fueled by actual passion. I didn’t think I was in love with Britt—yet anyway—but by the Gods she moved me.
I was glad for the experience I had accumulated over the past few years. It allowed me to alter my pacing and angle to keep myself going and give this little vixen the thorough working-over she craved. Just when she thought I was going to jackhammer her throughout the entire encounter, I began to move slowly, torturing her as sweetly as I could manage. I grabbed her ass with both hands and raised it up before me as I knelt and continued to thrust into her. She thrashed about and clutched at the sheets. My little darling grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face as she began to loudly moan. I continued for a bit before I realized that I wanted to see the expression on her face. I tore the pillow from her hands and kissed her on the mouth before leaning back up so that I could see her.
She reached up and grabbed me around the neck and pulled my weight back down on top of her. How a frame so slender supports a grown man, I’ve never understood, but I remembered from a time long ago, that sometimes a girl wants to feel her lover on top of her, pinning her to the sheets. Britt had started this session of her being dominated, and I now wanted nothing more than to fulfill my role as the dominant brute imposing his will upon his helpless conquest. Eventually, her thighs began to tremble from the exertion. She couldn’t continue this for too much longer, and neither could I. The pure passion of the moment overwhelmed me, and I began to feel a familiar pull at the back of my scrotum. The pressure slowly began to creep up the shaft of my penis. The moment was close.
Britt bit my ear. “Cum in your bitch,” she hissed. “Fill me with it, please.” I slammed into her as hard as I could and emptied myself. The spasms did not subside for a long time. I was lightheaded and collapsed on top of her as the last throes of passion continued down below. I rolled off of her, but kept my arms about her, pulling her on top of me so that her head was on my chest. We lay still for a long time.
I was eventually pulled from my reverie by soft strokes along my thigh. I had no idea how long we had rested, but apparently it had been long enough for both of us to recover our strength. My muscles were strong again. I knew what I wanted to do, but was a little uncertain as to where Britt was at. Was she just being affectionate, or was she stroking my body with carnal intent? She giggled softly, and when I followed her eyes, she was looking at the condom that hung loosely about my penis. I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I stopped outside the door, stuck my head back in and pointed toward the bathroom, a question in my eyes. She smiled and shook her head, but then asked with her eyes if I really wanted her to watch. I shook my head, but was glad to know she was willing.
I returned with a single thought in my head, and could tell by the greedy look on her face that she was at least in a mood conducive to more rough play. “What would please you?” she asked. I rolled her onto her stomach and began massaging her ass, occasionally reaching between her legs and reveling in her warm reception. I began to play at the crack of her ass, and she ground herself against the bed in a promising fashion.
“I have ideas in my mind, little wench. But I don’t want to start down that road if Brittany might show up.”
“That bitch isn’t likely to show up,” she said. “She has no idea how to please you.” I moved to the nightstand and fetched a condom and my old friend KY. Britt took a deep breath and then ground herself against the bed some more. I placed a little of the gel on my finger and began to play at the bud of her asshole. She rose to meet my finger and pressed herself against the finger. At the same time, she relaxed her muscles and allowed my digit entrance.
“You’ve done this before?”
“Not with anything as big as what you’re thinking about sticking in there—and never with another person.”
“Tell me exactly what you’ve done, you little slut,” I said casually as I slowly began to move my finger in and out.
“Toy. Little toy. I—oh—“ she gasped. “I have a little silver toy that—oh—I used there a few times. I like what you’re doing—better.”
“You’re a filthy little slut.”
“I’m your dirty bitch. Your finger is in my ass--because I am here for your pleasure.”
I took that to mean that she was ready, but she would need more than just the little bit of lube I had used so far. I pushed some more into her canal and coated the outside of my condom with a layer. Britt rose to her knees and offered her ass to me. I pressed the head of my cock against it and let her push back into me. I could feel the strain. Even well-lubed, it was going to be very tight. She took a deep breath; I used a hand to steady myself and met her pressure with a thrust. “Bri—Bri-Britt loves what you’re doing!” she moaned. “Oh yes. That’s the spot. Fuck my little ass. Please.”
“Keep saying it, baby. Keep saying it.”
“Your little cockslut—unhh—loves having you in her ass! Fuck me. I want—to please you! Fuck me—in the ass!” Britt kept up the words I asked her for, but as time passed, her tone began to change. She got more assertive and slowly tapped into her own inner beast. She began to direct me. “That’s it, you fucker! Plug me in the ass—you filthy fuck! Go to my clit—fucker! Make me cum! Stupid bastard! Fuck me! Asshole! Filthy little bitch—fuck me in the ass! Stick that fat cock in me! Rub my clit, bitch! Do it harder—bastard! Filthy fuck!” Britt reached back, pushed my hand away, and began working her own clit, far harder than I would have dared. After a minute, she took her hand off herself and fumbled for my arm. She placed it on her butt cheek and slapped it a few times. “Spank me hard! I want it dirty—oh yeah! Harder!” I smacked her a few times. “Give me all—you have!” she demanded.
“I’m already fucking your ass like a jackhammer, you crazy little bitch!” She responded with a pleased moan. “You want it all? You got it, fuck-whore!” I said loudly and smacked her on the ass. I pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing her roughly and pulling her off the bed in front of me. She looked confused and disappointed until I pulled her ass down into my lap and yanked her feet up to sit on top of my legs. “You wanna fuck like a porno star, bitch? Fuck like one.” I grabbed her tits and began roughly mashing and pinching them as she figured out how to grind her ass up and down and around the cock that filled it. I pulled her hair back and began to bite her on the neck. She groaned, but never asked for mercy or stopped her grind.
I thought she had hit a zone where she didn’t even realize I was there anymore, but she leaned her head back and bit my earlobe. “Cum in my ass—unnnh! I can’t go much longer. Cum in my fucking ass—dirty little bitch!” Her work on her clit had paid off; she came hard, making unintelligible but undoubtedly filthy sounds followed by her sharp girlie cry. As Britt bore down she, probably accidentally, got hold of the hair on the back of my legs and pulled. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but it put me into a final frenzy. I grabbed her by the hips and pumped while I moved her up and down.
“Psycho bitch!” I yelled as I drove the last few strokes home. My balls ached as they emptied into her with unprecedented force. I kept pumping as long as I could, but as I started to go limp, I grabbed her by the neck and threw her back on the bed and began kissing her face, neck and breasts. I don’t know where the sudden urge to ravish her with kisses was coming from, but I couldn’t stop kissing this girl. I felt a sudden and inexplicable urge to say words I had sworn for so long that I would never say again, but I finally started to regain some control and pushed them back down. “Oh, Britt. Oh, Britt,” I whispered as my ravishment of her slowed down.
“Annie was right,” she whispered. “There was a man inside after all.”
“Ohhhh!” I moaned as a horrible cacophony of sensations surged through my body. “What the hell is happening to me?”
“Feelings, baby. You have real feelings.”
“Oh, Britt. I think I’m in l—“
“BRITTANY! BRITTANY! Don’t go there, baby. Not yet. We haven’t earned that yet. Just breathe, baby. You’re alive again, Scott.” We lay quietly for a long time, my head nestled against her side.
“Britt,” I finally said. “I am freezing my ass off. Where is the blanket?”
“Over there somewhere she said. I’m cold, too, but I am not getting that blanket.”
“Why not?” I teased. “You’re the one who kicked it on the floor.”
“Yes, but somebody just fucked me in the ass so hard that I don’t think I’m going to be walking for a week.” Her logic was inescapable; I got the blanket and covered us both, taking her gently in my arms and holding her long slender body close to mine.
“What the hell happened here?” I asked.
“I just had the best sex of my life.”
“So did I…. I mean the best since… Oh, sweet thing, I loved Emma so much.”
“No, baby. What I’m trying to say is that I was right just now. This was the best sex of my life…. And I can say that without loving Emma any less, can’t I?”
“I’ve had some sweet lovers, before. I don’t love them any less for saying that you were the best one I’ve ever had. How could I? And how could you ever love Emma less than you do?” We lay together in silence for a long time. I was content, and she was thoughtful. “The words you were going to say before… I wouldn’t mind hearing them someday. Time is our friend.”
“I want to be with you for a long time, Britt.”
“Annie told me that first night that you could feel again, but that there probably wasn’t a girl in the world with enough guts to see you through it. I’m glad I took her up on the challenge.”
“Britt, I’m not through it.”
“I know, Baby, but I don’t start something if I don’t have enough guts to finish it. I’m not leaving.”
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