The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

  They both knew that they once again would leave each other completely frustrated.

  “I think I should get going soon. I can give you a ride home if you want,” Colin offered.

  “You’ve had just as much to drink as I have, you shouldn’t be driving anywhere. Split a cab?”

  “I guess you’re right. Tell you what, regardless, I need to warm my car up so it doesn’t get too finicky later. Come with me and we’ll call a cab from there?”

  A ridiculous premise that Colin couldn’t believe was met with approval. They settled up the bill and made their way to the door. Colin reaching ahead of Kerry to hold the door open.

  Walking out of the bar was a challenge as every square inch on the pavement was covered in ice, snow or both. Kerry took short, calculated steps and reached out for Colin’s arm as she giggled. The two laughing fools made their way to his car very slowly, arm in arm.

  *****

  Arriving at the car, they were surprised to find a fresh layer of snow covering all of the windows. How long had they been in there? Colin brought Kerry over to the passenger side door and inserted his key into the lock. He pulled the door open, standing between Kerry and the car’s interior. They stood an inch from each other, the closest they had been since they hugged, before Kerry demurely lowered into the seat. Colin closed her door.

  Upon entering the car and closing his door, Colin saw a freezing Kerry trying desperately to get warm by blowing warm air into her gloved hands. Her lips pouting as her cheeks inflated before pushing the hot breath into her hands. She was shivering. Colin started the car and let it purr, a nice vibration below them.

  “Ok, in a few minutes it’ll be warm in here. I guess I should go outside and clear the snow off of the window.”

  “Why bother? It’s just going to keep snowing and you’ll have to do it again anyways.”

  She was right. The snow covering the car’s windows made it extremely dark in there and they both enjoyed that aspect.

  “Can we just wait a little bit longer to call a cab out here? I need this to run for a bit.”

  Kerry nodded an affirmative but what was most audible was her chattering teeth. Colin felt bad as he was freezing this poor girl. He opened his arms and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Kerry knew what he was offering and immediately took him up on his offer. They embraced tightly, arms inside each other’s jackets, in the darkened car.

  The slight hesitation by both, the initial “family friendly” contact indicated that they both knew they were in a compromising position. But they both shook their concern for doing the right thing and proceeded to get closer, “warming up”. It was a dangerous game of chicken neither were strong enough to put an end to.

  Both sets of hands began moving up and down, side to side on each other’s backs and sides. Another maneuver both told themselves done to generate more heat. As Colin ran his hands along Kerry’s back, he could feel the outline of her bra and thought of how easy it would be to unhook it from this position. He was seriously conflicted here.

  As both pairs of hands continued to roam, Colin noticed the heat generated from the two of them had fogged the windows. The car was well heated by this point but he wasn’t going to stop this. Figuring he would press his luck, he let his hand toy along the bottom of her sweater, testing the boundaries of this little adventure. Going for broke, he let his hand under the sweater and made contact with the warm and inviting skin underneath. His hand went flat and started to explore. He hadn’t heard an objection and began to move upward, hopefully finally getting a chance to feel those magnificent breasts. His hand moved slowly, he felt her ribs, counting them as his hand traced over each. Slowly getting closer, closer...

  “Wait,” Kerry spoke and used a hand to stop the progress of Colin’s hand. “Don’t you have a

  girlfriend?”

  Maybe she was waiting for him to renounce his girlfriend, to say he’d leave her immediately. Anything to make her better about proceeding but he couldn’t do that.

  “Yeah but it’s not that serious. We need to get warm here.”

  Kerry pulled her sweater back into place and turned away from Colin’s hands. They both separated and the disappointment hung in the air. The car has sufficiently warmed at this point and there was no need to huddle together, at least if they weren’t going to continue to escalate their contact. They both sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

  “You think we should get going?” Kerry had thrown up the first white flag.

  “Yeah, sure. Let me call us a cab.” Colin was now stuck to the plan he had made before he was certain he wasn't going to get any. “You know what? I’m not even really drunk, I can just drive us.” It was true, the very warm car and the massive case of blue balls had sobered him up significantly.

  Kerry didn’t stop him as Colin jumped outside to clear the snow off of the windows. He finished as quickly as possible and jumped back into the very warm car.

  “It’s really coming down out there.” Colin wasn’t getting much of a response from Kerry, she must be dealing with her own set of blue balls. After a moment, Colin shifted the car into gear and slowly began to pull out.

  Instead of a silent, awkward ride home, Colin was instead greeted with uncomfortable questions about his relationship back home. What was she like? Did he love her? All questions Colin was able to skillfully deflect in order for Kerry to not believe he was serious about his girlfriend. Truthfully though, they were actually pretty serious. Colin played up every minor difference and setback they had to highlight how uncommitted he wished he was.

  Kerry kept with the questions though. They got a little intrusive. He tried to turn up the music on the radio but Kerry’s hand met his on the dial and she turned it right back down.

  “So is the sex even good?” Kerry elevated her level of questioning. Colin kept with the non-committal answers by saying merely “meh”. He looked down and away from the road and Kerry while answering, his body language giving up the fact that he was betraying the person he supposedly loved.

  Out of nowhere, Kerry placed her hand on Colin’s thigh, causing a raging hard-on that might make him crash the car. “How often do you guys do it?” came out of Kerry’s mouth right before “sorry. I’m a little drunk.” And with that perceived inappropriate comment, she removed her hand.

  Colin played it cool until they arrived at her house. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Kerry said as extending her arms for a hug. She leaned in and hugged him. Since she had taken off her jacket in the car, letting him again feel her two large, soft pillows push up against his chest. He knew he had one last shot at this. As their embrace ended and they began to pull apart, he decided to throw a hail mary.

  “I hate to ask but can I use your bathroom? This alcohol is going right through me.” Colin’s appeal was met with a suspicious smile.

  “Sure.” Kerry told him before he turned off the car. They walked up the driveway, making short steps and arm in arm as before. “Everyone’s out of town this weekend so there’s nobody home,” she told him as she pulled her key out and placed it slowly in the lock.

  *****

  Inside the darkened house, Kerry pointed Colin in the direction of the bathroom and went the other way. Since Colin didn’t actually have to pee, he waited what he assumed was an appropriate amount of time and reemerged, pretending to dry his not wet hands on his pants. He walked towards the only lit room and saw Kerry sitting on a couch, drinking from a glass of wine. There was a full bottle on the coffee table in front of her.

  “Maybe one more, for the road?” She gestured to an empty glass she had set on the table. Colin removed his jacket and joined her on the couch. Kerry gave him quite the generous pour.

  Colin’s desire to connect with Kerry was increased by her mixed messages. Kerry would scoot closer and then pull away. She would reach out to touch him, to accentuate something she was talking about, and then pull her hand away a second later. The way she giggled, brushed her hair behind her ear
s, looked deep into his eyes when he spoke, all drove him crazy. His thinking that if he wasn’t the aggressor here, it wouldn’t really be cheating. He very quickly dreamed up a number of scenarios where he could get what he wanted and still have a (semi) clear conscious.

  “Would you believe I used to have a huge crush on you?” Kerry thought she was pulling out a deep, dark confession but Colin always had a good idea that she was interested in him. He assumed they both were aware the other had feelings.

  “Well, I liked you too.” Colin put his hand on her knee as he came out with his faux-confession. She let it stay there.

  “What? Why did we never get together? That’s ridiculous.” She now had her hand on his knee. Inching closer and closer together, their heads felt like two magnets, being pulled together very slowly.

  “We’re still young.” Colin hadn’t thought ahead about how he was going to finish that thought and now left awkward words hanging in the air.

  “But you have a girlfriend!” Kerry’s hand met Colin’s chest and gave him a light push away. Seriously, how much more of this was he supposed to take? He couldn’t get more erect and he was getting annoyed by the game she was playing.

  “Listen we’re both adults and have both wanted this for a long time. We both want this now...” Colin was aware of how desperate his plea sounded and made a mental note to reel it in. Kerry turned back to the bottle of wine and poured herself more and also filled Colin’s glass without him even having to ask.

  They continued on a friendly, non-flirtatious conversation that was strained and boring as hell. He imagined she was bored too. Not wanting to prolong the agony, Colin reached for his jacket.

  “Alright, I should probably start heading towards home.”

  Kerry looked shocked. “You can’t drive! It’s coming down so hard out there and you’ve drank this bottle of wine with me.”

  Colin stood up, not eager for anymore of her toying with him. Upon standing up, he suddenly realized that he was in fact drunk and in no shape to drive. He had no intention of going anywhere but she didn’t have to know that.

  “Nah, it’s best I start heading back before it gets worse out. It’s not that far.”

  “Colin, I’m begging you to at least take a little nap or something. Please. I’d feel terrible if you crashed your car before we ever got the chance to...” she was either a genius manipulator or had just shown her hand a little. “Your girlfriend would be devastated.”

  Colin slowly sat back down on the couch to be met with a smile from Kerry. “Ok, I will close my eyes and wait until I sober up a little,” he told her. Kerry lightly clapped her hands. “Should I get more wine?” she asked but Colin pushed his glass further from him “Kind of defeats the purpose.”

  “So what do you want to do?” Kerry asked as if she had just arrived in the living room and missed the previous conversation.

  “I thought I was going to close my eyes and sober up a little?”

  Kerry was disappointed to hear him say that. “That’s not fun,” she said while frowning. Colin had grown tired of being teased all night and closed his eyes, hoping she would go to bed so he could leave and go home. Home where he would jerk off something fierce at the way he had hoped the night would’ve turned out instead; him pumping away inside of Kerry as her tits swayed with each thrust. Holding onto her well padded hips to guide his cock inside her warm, wet and inviting pussy.

  Colin was in the laid back position on the couch with his eyes closed and a large tent pole standing at attention in his lap. There’s no way Kerry didn’t notice. Colin let his eyes open a very miniscule amount to see what she was doing and saw her observing his package remain firm before her very eyes. Was she waiting for him to fall asleep so she could touch it? She used one hand to prevent the other from reaching out and grabbing a handful. It was as if both of her arms had different owners. After a few moments of Colin pretending to fall asleep, she spoke.

  “Hey,” she said quietly as if not to wake him if he had actually fallen asleep.

  Colin deserved an Oscar for the way he fluttered his eyes and groggily sat up as if she had woken him.

  “I need a favor,” Kerry said as she looked at Colin with puppy dog eyes. Oh jesus, how was she going to cock-tease him now?

  “My back,” Kerry turned away from Colin and pointed to a general direction on her back. “There’s a muscle that spasms. It hurts. If you can massage it a little? It will really help me out.”

  Colin knew fully well what would happen; she’d work him up and then shoot him down, his balls would scream at him for falling for it again. But what can he say? He was an optimist.

  Colin approached Kerry from behind. She was sitting sideways on the edge of the couch, her back to him. Colin placed his legs on either side of her, his fully ready cock pushing against her lower back. She pushed back into him, maximizing contact and pressing as hard as she could against his swollen member. Colin placed both hands at the spot where her neck met her shoulders. The excitement of his touch had Kerry let out a gentle “ooh,” as Colin began to lightly knead her aching muscles. It wasn’t where she had directed but he’d get there.

  As Colin expertly massaged her neck and shoulders, Kerry swayed her hips ever so subtly, causing friction with his cock and her body. He worked his way down her back and sides, still an innocent massage. Kerry rolled her head back onto Colin’s shoulder, she purred like a kitten. He had begun pushing back with his pelvis, against her ass that had her full weight behind it.

  They developed a nice rhythm, swaying back and forth into each other. Colin waited for the other shoe to drop, she would certainly put a stop to this soon. Knowing he had limited time, he decided to press his luck. Colin moved both hands down to her jean-clad thighs and fit them in each of the palms of his hands. He slowly brought them up to her hips, never disrupting their rhythm. He used his hands on her hips to draw her in as close as possible, his dick grinding against her ass. He again fully expected Kerry to put a stop to the fun they were starting she hadn't yet. She even put her hands on top of his, covering them and helping him apply pressure to her body. Colin desperately wanted to pull her hair back, off of her neck and kiss from her collarbone to her ear, up and down her neck. He held back though, sure that doing that would almost definitely cause her to clam up again. No need to rush that.

  Kerry’s soft moans were becoming more frequent. She was getting lost in the moment. Colin felt her hands trying to move his hands up further. Was she finally relenting? Wanting to see where this was going, Colin let his hands free on a quest to see where Kerry was leading him. He felt his hands rise up to the sides of her stomach. The sweater felt great as he ran his hands ran along it but he needed to feel more. She brought his hands up even further and he began to feel the start of her ribs. Though she had the extra weight (and it was part of what made her so beautiful), Colin was still able to feel the outline. How many ribs does a person have? Colin was thinking. He was anticipating the arrival of her breasts, which he longed to cup and hold the weight of in his hands. There goes one rib, Colin was counting though he didn’t know how many he would have to pass before he got the opportunity to finally touch the breasts that were a gift of heaven. Kerry was moving their hands very slowly, the anticipation had Colin feeling like he was going to burst out of his zipper, he was thrusting into Kerry as hard as he could now.

  As she slowly brought his hands up further, he could feel the very bottom of her bra with his highest fingers. Those glorious jugs were closer than ever now. The anticipation was overwhelming and could be felt in the room. A little bit closer and he could feel the smallest hint of the underwire of her bra. Oh so close!

  A sudden stop. Her hands went firm and she held him in the same spot.

  “We...we can’t.” She delivered her decision in a pained voice, as though she had no power to change her own mind. But that’s it, Colin didn’t like this game. He removed his body from hers, he wasn’t going to be humiliated into begging again.

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nbsp; “I’m sorry, I just. I just can’t.” Kerry pleaded for some sort of assurance that she was doing the right thing but, whatever. Colin wasn’t going to give her any more ammo. He let out a loud, disappointed sigh and bent over to put back on the shoes he had kicked off. He was getting out of here.

  “Wait. Are you leaving?” Kerry wasn’t sure how to handle the situation that hadn’t gone as she had planned.

  “Yeah, I really need to start heading back.” Colin’s shoes had stopped cooperating with his feet and he was taking longer than he should’ve putting them back on.

  “But, are you ok to drive?”

  “Fine.” Colin was curt and didn’t appreciate being led on. He struggled to collect his things and get his clothes back in order so he could get out of there. Kerry got up and went across the room to give her own aching loins a break. She stood and fixed her hair into a ponytail, waiting to see if Colin would try to push the issue again.

  Colin got up from the couch, hastily dressed and he pulled back the curtain to look outside. Shit. The street lights reflecting off of the whitewash of snow created a bright orange glow that illuminated just how dire it was outside.