by Alexia Stone
I glared at her and breathed deeply. “That’s right. I asked,” I said reassuringly. “As much as it pains me to acknowledge it…you have a major point—actually, many points. And I know that despite our friendship you don’t have to explain— any of this to me. You’re taking ownership of what feels right to you.”
She nodded. “It was tough…going on that first date because it was good. The second date was even harder…because it was good too. But when I am not with Bray, I think about him all of the time. I wonder how his day is going and what new job he has.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked around the room, talking about him. “I love him even more now that’s fucking hot as heck, because he’s still a good person.” She smiled. “I thought he would let it get to his head. He’s shown me who he really is.”
“I know he’s a good person.”
“That’s why you’re living with him!” She playfully spanked my backside when I was about to put on gloves. “Take a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll wash the dishes.”
“Don’t you have class in an hour?”
She cocked her head to the side. “I do, but I am missing it today.”
I tapped my finger against my chin, thinking that I misheard her. “Since when do you skip classes?”
“There’s a first time…for everything. I’ve learned that this month.”
CHAPTER 6
Left to my own devices on a bright June morning a week later, I showered and dressed by six in the morning. Feeling like I was on the right path, with an early start to my day, I went on a brisk walk. I felt tense from having a fitful sleep. Horny to the point of insanity when I woke up, I gave in to my body and slowly, then vigorously masturbated until my hands and clit were sore. Waiting a few hours made the experience even more pleasurable. The joy of food could not compare.
Winded by the time I finished my third mile, my pace slowed and I really began to see the changes to the neighborhood: the family owned eateries, shoe shops, and hardware stores were out of business. I didn’t know how long they were gone for. My favorite bagel place, where I sneaked a bagel on my way to school or back home in my adolescence was closed down.
Passing by a school guard, I took a flyer handed to me for yet another yoga place. This advertisement, though, intrigued me, with the swirls of colors and wide shapes that crowded the edges of it, something Sarah would appreciate, no doubt. From the outside, it looked like a small building that contained office space. Inside, it was big and lush with dark wood, air conditioning, with the smell of rubber and cleaning products, men and women of all sizes. Instantly, it was my newfound haven.
Not feeling out of place in my fitted black running pants, tank top and hoodie, I signed up. I used to love yoga, an activity and “way of being” as Sarah said, that relaxed her and I recalled that I used to enjoy yoga. Occupied with school, she didn’t have much time for me and joining a yoga session was a way that I could feel connected to her. I wasn’t sure that this was her type of yoga—a combination of two schools of thought when it came to the practice. However, I definitely intended on letting her know about this place.
The hour introductory class left muscles, tendon, ligaments, and joints that I forgot I had in need of a warm compress. Becoming re-acquainted with the breathing techniques, made my mind feel more focused. The “simple” beginner poses proved to be more intense and required more exertion that I expected. My body really woke up. The vibe felt relaxed and only nine people were in the room. The rooms were bigger than what I was used to for a yoga studio.
Other factors that drew me in were that I was given re-fills of their ginger tea, almost as good as having it fresh and they provided small fruit baskets for first-timers. The second level of the studio held lockers and showers, and I blushed as I saw a few hot sweaty muscled men walking to and from the men’s section, but I didn’t have a response south of the border. There was nothing wrong with observing walking human beauty. None of them looked like a good Guvo substitute.
A staffer handed me a pass into the women’s locker. Inside, three very fit female staffers monitored the area with attentive eyes, putting me in a relaxed state. Placing all of my goods in my temporary locker, I remembered that I left my keys on the floor in the yoga room. I didn’t have any place to put them during the session without making noise. My wallet was in the only pocket I had—in my hoodie.
As I exited the female locker and shower area, I walked down the hall. Suddenly, my eyes and mouth were covered. Pulled into another area, a locked turned. The muscles in my stomach clenched. Sweat broke out throughout my body, betraying my fear. I bit into the hand covering my mouth, but the grip on my mouth tightened. Reaching to claw out at my assailant with my sharp and newly manicured nails, I was stilled with strong and powerful arms from behind me.
I tried to pretend that I was giving up, so I stayed still. The assailant didn’t loosen his grip. I stomped on his foot, trying to keep my sore legs from being lifted off of the floor to prevent him from taking me out of the studio. From his low breaths and his scent, I figured he was male. He was very calm. I wanted my struggle to be loud, to be heard.
Technically, I guess I was already in a second location. My chances of escaping were already limited. However, being taken to a third location, against my will, would’ve been worse. My upper body was completely locked, providing me no opportunity to jab him. It was unbelievable how he managed to lock my body with one arm and keep my eyes and mouth covered with the other so efficaciously. It shook me up.
“Rebecca,” a familiar voice said. Lights were turned on in the room. At some point in my struggle, I didn’t realize that my eyes were uncovered, though slammed shut in total fear. He released his hand from my mouth, but he still had dominance and control over my body, adding to the second time in my life that I felt completely weak.
“Please! Let me goo!” I implored. “I’ll give you everything I have on me. I don’t have much, but please don’t…” I frantically stammered, trying to pull the man’s arms away from my chest, so I could bolt.
He completely released me. I turned around to face him.
“Mateja?”
Leaning against the door, he pressed his hand to his forehead.
“Sorry that I frightened you.” He sounded very sincere, even regretful.
“What the fuck are you doing? Restraining me like that! Is that all that you’re sorry about?” I snapped at him. I didn’t want to walk too far away from him, keeping in mind that being as close to the door as possible was wisest. Yet, for some unexplained reason, I was no longer afraid, just tense and sore from my introductory yoga class and my struggle against him.
Moving away from the door, he gestured toward it. “You want to leave, all you have to do is unlock that door, Rebecca.”
My mind went blank, taking me a few minutes to process what he said. He swung both my locker room key and the apartment keys to Brayden’s in his hand, while racking his eyes from my backside upwards towards the back of my neck. The first time that I saw him ogle me below my face. And I relished in it, as it showed me that he at least had some attraction to me. I didn’t want him to stop looking at me. When I wasn’t applying for jobs, I repeated errands to get my mind off of him. At night, though, I couldn’t hide from him. Now, I didn’t want to hide from him either.
Reaching for my keys, he pulled me flush against his chest. The smooth material of his blazer pushed against the dampness of my tank top.
“Are you staying or going?”
I felt vulnerable to the first real contact I had with muscularly broad chest. His breath was warm against my neck, with a scent of soap, aftershave, and mint. Dipping his head to my ear, he said, “Answer my question and I’ll give you your keys,” in a low and even tone.
“Staying,” I immediately answered, earning me a look of approval. No longer impassive, but still hard to read, he dropped my keys on the floor. He loosened my ponytail, lacing through the tendrils of my hair with his long fingers. No one had ever given me a scorching look before
, as if he wanted me.
Before I realized what I was doing, I placed my hands on each side of his sternum. I felt him move his hands over my arms. I couldn’t believe how easily distracted I had become.
I laid my head against his chest, just like I yearned to do from the first moment I saw him. He stiffened. Feeling like an idiot for making such a tender move, I moved back. He took off his blazer and he pulled me back to him. My aroused nipples brushed against his navy blue buttoned shirt, dampening it more, but he didn’t seem to care. With one hand, he brought my hands behind me, restraining me with an iron grip, making the hold he had on me before seem like nothing but an embrace.
He picked up the end of a curl from my hair and brushed along the side of my jaw, towards my chin, he flicked his eyes over my hair. “I like your hair out.” To my surprise, ever so lightly, he teased my mouth so I could barely feel the contact, but craved more of his touch. Pressing his hips into me, he coaxed me to respond. I moved closer, kissing him firmly.
He released his grip on my arms and I wrapped them around his waist. He murmured his permission. With his tongue, he traced over the middle of my lower and my upper lips. Quickly nibbling on my bottom lip, he swept in with a finesse I had never experienced. My senses were reeling. Is this the passion my parents felt? Is this the way Brayden and Sarah felt from just looking each other?
Pulling my head back, he trailed kisses down my throat to my chest, right before the start of my breasts. I lingered over his shiny and thick dark brown hair while I unbuttoned his shirt. I had to see all of him and if this was an impulse for him, I had to take advantage before he regained logic. I didn’t think we’d run into each other again. The first look at his bared chest exceeded my most sensual dreams. His delightfully tanned broad shoulders tapered down to his washboard six-pack. Faint traces of hair covered his lower torso, making me want to know how far his trail went, wanting to know what his cock looked like. Was there hair surrounding his cock, or was it lightly covered too? The perfectly sculpted V at his hipbones was a mouth-watering invitation.
In a swift move, he turned me so my back was against the wall just as I rubbed my knuckles against his chest, on his taut nipples. One of my legs wrapped around his hard muscular waist, my other foot touched the ground by the tips of my toes. He took off my tank top, resumed kissing my chest and started sampling my breasts through the thin cotton fabric of my bra. I dug my nails onto his arms for more support. The cool air seemed to turn my already puckered nipples to sharp looking points as I realized he freed them.
I reached to unzip his pants, but he grabbed my hands, placed them high above my head, pressing his hard dick against by belly. I whimpered. “Mr. Guvo,” I panted.
“How did I tell you to address me?” he asked, extending his lower body away from mine, suckling my nipples, while pinning me with his eyes in the process.
“Mateja,” I answered roughly.
“That’s right, Rebecca.”
Directly across from us, I looked at his muscles contracting in the mirror. I kept my hands locked above my head, as he lowered my pants with his other hand. He touched the delicate elastic of my black cotton panties, rubbing my mound with two of his fingers, trailing the sides of his fingers on my labia. Retracting his two fingers, he placed them in his mouth, slowly removing them. His fingers exquisitely caressed my folds and my throbbing nub. I began to rub against his fingers and he groaned.
“Fuck!’ He put his head back, not missing a beat with his fingers and my increasing arousal. “You’re so fucking wet!” He plunged three fingers deep inside me, using his thumb to massage my engorged clit. My clit never protruded between my labia before. “How are you so wet and tight?!” As I grounded on three of his thick long fingers, readying myself for him, he began to squeeze and pinch my nipples, creating a wonderful rush of mild pain coursing with increasing pleasure.
“Mateja! I want you…inside me…now!” He fingered me faster.
Delicately withdrawing his fingers from inside me, he slowly suckled on the pads of his fingers again, moist with my arousal.
“Do you really?” he panted gutturally. His eyes looked pitch black and his tanned skin glistened. “I had to get a taste of you first.”
Looking down at him, I could see and feel the growing length in his pants. He took off his slacks, throwing them across the room. His boxers only showcased his bulge more. He was denying me and it was driving me crazy.
“Let me touch you!” I pleaded. My leg felt limp and moved down the middle of his muscular ass. I undulated my hips against his rock solid thigh to stave off my hunger for him. He laughed at me.
Carrying me without any apparent strain or effort, he placed me on the padded floor.
“Ahhh…Rebecca, you will when I say so,” he said it like a command. He crouched on the floor in front of me, looking at my vagina with a hot, devouring, and intense stare. He placed his head on my hip; the tenderness of that action brought a lump to my throat, reminding me when I laid my head against his chest.
I smiled down at him and he nudged my legs farther apart, easily tearing my black cotton panties apart with his fingers. He brought my torn panties to his nose, inhaling it. The appreciative groan emanating from his chest was titillating. “I knew this panty would mold to your pussy perfectly. Smell incredible.”
A shiver went down my spine from hearing Mateja speak to me crudely. I lifted my head up and pressed the back of my head into the mat. He took me into his mouth, gracing his tongue on my clit, and inside me, while gently rubbing my sore nipples with his palms of his hands. I never knew the benefit of a long and thick tongue until that precise moment when I shuddered into my first orgasm, the first one I had from someone else. He tongued me as every vaginal muscle quivered. Jerking my hips forward, I thrust into his mouth, and he laved me at unpredictable paces with teasing swirls. My eyes became unfocused. I had the hardest time keeping them open, succumbing to a carnal daze. My knees felt weaker and I dropped them to the floor. He laughed loudly. Proudly.
“I am not afraid to let you know how to use my tongue.” As he smirked at me, I understood that if a man didn’t know how to use his tongue, he probably wouldn’t know how to use his crotch either.
He brought me up with him, holding my hands. I reached into his boxers and stroked his already moistened groin with his pre-cum, appreciating the veins and smoothness. His cum smelled light and I imagined it was bitter tasting. Bringing two of my fingers deep into my mouth and removing them, I touched his hard sack. His short and crisp hairs teased my fingers.
“Just. Like. That,” he grunted, rubbing my nipples in a more urgent and quickening speed, causing another sensation of arousal to trickle between the inside of my thighs. His dick jerked at me.
My eyes locked with his. I gripped his groin and sack in my hands until the need was etched on his face. He couldn’t hide how strained he was, how much self-restraint he showed in tending to me first. Not wanting him to feel neglected, I swiftly sank down on my knees, nuzzling the soft skin of his cock against each side of my face. I nipped at his sensitive head and ran the pad of my moistened fingers on his shaft. His breath caught. With the wrap of my tongue, I passed the smooth jutting head, gave him deep, and wet kisses around him. I couldn’t help but be in complete admiration for the breadth and increasing length of him. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his swollen shaft, in tandem with kneading his sensitive sack. He held his breath. Hurriedly, I dipped my head lower, taking the blunt tip of his head into my mouth, then released. Teasing him, I prolonged his moment with the careful attention his mouth and fingers brought to my mound.
“Ahh, Rebecca,” he gasped, almost sounding surprised. “That feels so good. If you don’t stop.” I jerked my head forward, shoving him all the way to the back of my throat, reliving the devastation he unleashed on the tissues and muscles of my sex. His groin and hips quickly moved in time. I wanted him to feel good, to not think, and his pleasure mattered more than my own. As I loosened and seized
his cock with my mouth, he dug his hands in my head, scratching my scalp. I couldn’t get enough of him.
CHAPTER 7
With my unyielding tongue, hungrily licking him, I relished in his clean taste, barely a trace of salt. My already weak knees feel like spaghetti noodles. Growling possessively, he roughened my hair more, increasing pulls to my roots. I pinched his balls. “I am gonna…” he said breathily. “Don’t want you to gag.” My eyes watered. I proceeded to take his thick sack into my mouth, working his groin in my hand.
“My Rebe-“
His body palpitated. The sounds he made caused me to get wetter, my moans reverberating on him. Palming him with a vise grip, then gently stroking him, he came in thick, shooting bursts. Pulling me to my feet, he plundered me with a feverish and demanding kiss, grabbing my buttocks and pressing his pelvis into my stomach again.
“Mateja,” I whispered against his lips, “that was good.” He roared, placing me to sit on a plush cushioned chair. Out of breath, we stood still, looking at each other, daring one another to direct our focus elsewhere. Even though he was no longer erect, he was huge. Every part of his body looked decadent.