by Vivian Ward
I also knew that all I had to do was press on the memory card on the side of the phone and it would pop right out. That’s exactly what I did. Even after ejecting it, you could barely tell it was removed.
“You know what Kade, you can do whatever you want. I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“What do you mean you’re not going to have sex with me? Don’t you know how much damage I can do to your sister?”
“You can do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. I have a boyfriend and I’m not going to ruin my relationship with a lowlife piece of shit like you. Take your phone and pictures and get the fuck off my property.”
Kade started to walk towards me as I handed his phone back to him. I had experienced how pushy he could be the night of the gala and knew there wouldn’t be anyone around to save me if he decided to force himself on me.
Shaking, I turned around and started to make my way back into my house as fast as my legs would take. I was so scared he would notice that the memory card was no longer in his phone and sprint after me but he never did. I glanced back over my shoulder in time to see him getting into his car and speeding away.
Up in my bedroom, I tossed the memory on the bed in front of my sister.
“There’s all your pictures. Do whatever you want with them.”
“Holy shit, you really did it? You fucked Kade?”
“Hell no I didn’t sleep with him. I told him I told him that I needed to see the pictures and then slid that out of his phone. He has no clue it’s gone. He’s probably plotting how he’s going to spread them all across the web and he’s gonna be pissed when he gets home and finds out they’re not there anymore.”
At this point, most sisters would have been extremely appreciative of what I had done for them. Not mine. Lexi seemed disappointed that this hadn’t led to more drama. She sat the memory card on her desk and slipped on her headphones without saying another word to me.
Even though nothing had happened, I felt pretty shaken up by the whole ordeal. I felt like I needed to tell Christian but this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have over the phone with him. This was something that would be better in person, and by telling him about the whole fiasco, I could finally put Kade in the past; everything about him.
Christian 14
It had been nearly a week since I had last seen Sarabelle and I needed a fix badly. I was surprised when she called me and told me she wanted to meet at a bar so we could have a few drinks.
That was very much out of character for her. The only time I’ve ever seen her drink was when we were out for dinner or sitting around my house. Even then, she only sipped on a glass or two of wine and that was it.
While I was surprised that we were going out to a bar, I was excited to see if she might loosen up and let her hair down a little bit.
As soon as I pulled up outside the bar, I knew I was going to be out of my element. I could hear the loud music booming out on the street and the people walking around outside didn’t look like the type of people I would normally associate with. It wasn’t a bad part of town or anything of the sort. These were mostly college kids looking to party.
Walking into the bar, I was able to spot Sarabelle instantly. She was sitting at the bar, downing a shot. She slammed the shot glass down on the bar, ordered another, and turned around just in time to see me walk in.
“Make that two,” she yelled out to the bartender before jumping off the stool, running over to me and jumping into my arms.
“I missed you so much,” she said before kissing me. I could taste and smell the Jack Daniels on her breath.
“Well, hello to you too. It looks like you’ve managed to get this party started without me,” I joked.
“Yeah, I couldn’t wait. Come on, I ordered one for you too.”
Sarabelle grabbed my hand as we walked back to the bar where two shots of whiskey were waiting for us. We picked them up, tapped them together and downed them.
The look on her face was priceless as her nose scrunched up and her eyes closed shut. It was obvious she didn’t like the taste of whiskey, yet it didn’t stop her from hammering the shots down.
“How many of these have you had already?”
“That was number four. You have some catching up to do.”
I nodded my head and held up two fingers towards the bartender, who promptly arrived with two more shots, both of which I sucked down.
“Hey, one of those were mine,” Sarabelle whined jokingly.
“Sorry. You told me I had to catch up.”
We sat at the bar drinking and having a good time. She had managed to get quite tipsy so I began ordering for us. Instead of shots, I started ordering beers for me and girlie drinks for her. In between each drink I ordered her I made her drink a glass of water. As the night went on, she started to get blunt with me, which was a side of her I was not used to seeing.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about going back to your place all week.”
“Have you now? Sounds like someone has missed me.”
“Get over yourself, Christian. I’m sure you’ve thought about me too.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a little? What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m kidding. You know I’ve thought about you a lot.”
“Good, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be getting all of this tonight,” she said as she showcased her body with her hand as if it were on display.
“If you’ve been thinking about me so much, why don’t we get out of here and you can tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
“I don’t think so. I think we should just stay here until they close.”
I knew she wasn’t serious but I decided to play along. I stood up from the bar and grabbed her hand. After looking around the room to make sure nobody was watching us, I guided her hand to my crotch, letting her feel the bulge inside it. Here eyes widened.
“Maybe we should take care of the tab and get out of here after all,” she said.
I closed the tab that she had started and we made our way out to the parking lot. She had taken a cab to the bar so I was her ride for the evening. When we reached my car, I pressed her up against it and put my hand on her left cheek.
“There’s no way that I could never not be thinking about you. If you think otherwise, you’re crazy,” I told her as I pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t have much to say after that. She simply smiled as I opened the car door for her.
Back at my place, she opened my fridge and was looking to see what I had to drink. She settled on a Smirnoff Ice and reached inside to grab it.
As she closed the door, I walked up behind her and pressed her body against her, kissing the side of her neck and making my way up to her ear. I took her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled on it gently. I could feel her knees becoming weak as she started to moan. She turned around to face me and kissed me hard.
The week that had passed had felt like a year to both of us and we could feel our sexual tension building. Still pressing her up against the fridge, I trailed kisses down her neck and along her neckline.
I wanted more. I grabbed her shirt from the bottom and lifted it over her head, exposing her black lace bra and creamy white skin. Her breasts looked incredible and I had to grab a handful of them.
Beneath my touch, I could feel her nipples harden through her bra while soft moans escaped her lips. I wondered if she had wanted to feel my touch as much as I had wanted to feel her skin. I reached down to unbutton her jeans but she pushed my hand away before I could finish what I started.
“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
“No, I want you. I want you really badly. It’s just that, we’ve never done anything in your bedroom. Why don’t we move things into there?”
“That sounds good to me. Lead the way.”
She took my hand and led me into the bedroom, pulling off her pants along the way and giving me a full view of her perfect ass and black lace t
hong that matched the bra she was wearing.
I could feel my heart racing like it was trying to pound out of my chest, as I watched her. She got to the bed and sat down right on the edge, motioning for me to come over and stand in front of her. Once in position, she reached out and started to unbuckle my belt.
“So Christian,” she said. “I’d like to know more about what you’re into it. If you have any fantasies or things you’d like to try with me, this would be the perfect night to do it.”
I liked hearing the sounds of those words. We had never talked about sexual fantasies or anything like that so she had no clue what I was into. I’ve always been a fan of light bondage and figured it was the perfect night to show her what it was all about.
Sarabelle finished working on my belt, button, and zipper before pulling my pants to the floor. She sat back a bit, taking in the view of my dick straining behind my boxers, aching to get out.
Reaching down, I grabbed my pants off the floor and ripped the belt out of them. I turned her around, leaned her over my bed and pulled her hands behind her back. Placing the belt around her wrists, I restrained her before grabbing her panties and pulling them down.
She has an incredible ass. It might have been the nicest ass I’ve ever seen. I took a moment to stand back and appreciate how amazing it was.
Slowly and softly, I began rubbing my hand up and down her ass. Her skin was so soft beneath my fingers. I ran my fingers along both of her cheeks and it appeared to have a relaxing effect on her, which was exactly what I was hoping for.
In one quick motion, I raised my hand into the air and brought it back down quickly, smacking her ass, causing her to moan into the sheets. Judging by the way her ass wiggled around, I knew she liked it and repeated it on her other ass cheek.
I slid out of my boxers and unhooked the back of her bra while she pushed back against me, attempting to kneel beside the bed, I took both of my hands and spread her legs apart, ensuring she remained in a standing position. With her legs spread, I could see how excited she was. Her pussy glistened in the dim light of the room.
Once again, she tried to push back against me but I wouldn’t let her. I knelt on the floor behind her, spread her pussy lips apart and dived in, face first. I used my tongue to tease her clit while I slid my middle finger inside of her.
She cried out in pleasure almost instantly. The more I flicked her button and slid my tongue along her moist slit, the louder she became. I sucked her clit into my mouth and felt her whole body start to tremble.
Reaching down to stroke my cock, I was amazed at how turned on I was. I was harder than I had ever been before and it was already slick with my precum.
I continued to eat her delicious pussy, realizing I could eat it forever. I’d been down on a lot of women and hers tasted more amazing than I ever thought a pussy could taste.
I had one hand on my cock and the other on her ass, massaging and moving it around so my mouth would have better access to her wet hole. Licking it hard and making her moan.
Each time I squeezed her tight ass or flicked at her slit with my tongue, she begged for more. Every sound she made, every sign, every moan, made me harder and harder. The thoughts of entering her and penetrating her pussy with my throbbing cock were beginning to fill my head.
The more I licked her pussy, the more her ass wiggled, causing her to push herself hard against my face. Her sweet wetness was dripping from her pussy lips and onto my tongue and down to my chin. A trail of wetness was also evident down her thighs.
Lifting my hand into the air once again, I spanked her hard, once on each of her cheeks, leaving a rosy hand print on both of them. After spanking her, I immediately rubbed each one gently, taking a bit of the sting out of her skin.
The feeling of my touch made her moan my name even more, almost like she was making a plea for me to give her more. I spanked her again, harder this time, my mouth never leaving her increasingly wet pussy. I was determined to lap up every sweet ounce of her delicious, dripping juices.
“I want to taste myself on your tongue,” she muttered.
I disentangled myself from her sopping pussy and stood up behind her, allowing my dick to slide up against it ever so slightly, anticipating the fact that it would soon be buried inside of her. I turned her over, exposing her breasts, and taking her nipples into my mouth one by one, leaving them wet after I sucked on them.
“Please kiss me, Christian,” she pleaded with me.
Slowly, I made my way up from her breasts until my lips found hers, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and letting her savor the taste of her sweetness. She responded by kissing me back hard and pressing her body close to mine.
She pulled the bottom of my shirt up and took it off me, tossing it to the floor next to the bed, exposing my muscular chest. Our hips were aligned perfectly and before I knew it, I could feel the tip of my cock pressed between her legs.
“Do you think I can have my hands back yet?” she asked softly.
“That depends,” I replied. “Do you think you can be a good girl?”
“I promise,” she said through pouted lips.
I reached behind her and removed the belt from her wrists. Within seconds, she was touching every single inch of my body. We started to grope one another ravenously, hungrily taking in the feel of each other’s body.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispered as she nibbled on my ear.
“Right now? Do you think you deserve it?” I teased.
Reaching down with one hand, I pressed my thumb against her clit and started to move it in a slow, circular motion. She moaned as her body responded to my touch, aching to feel me inside of her. I wanted to feel her too so I took the head of my cock and rubbed it up and down between her slick slit, moving slowly, taking my time, making sure she was completely ready for.
She dug her fingernails into my back as she continued to moan, begging me to let her feel what she wanted the most. I looked down at her with lust in my eyes as I slowly and purposely guided myself inside her with one hard thrust.
She gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness and grabbed my shoulders while wrapping her legs around my waist.
Grunting and moaning, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down to her, kissing me passionately. She could still taste her pussy in my mouth while I was filling her hole completely. Her legs started to shake and I could feel her becoming tighter around the girth of my shaft.
“Oh my God, Christian, I’m going to cum,” she cooed as I kissed her.
“Me too, Sarabelle. I’m gonna cum with you.”
Before I knew what was happening, she pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me away from her. Her eyes were wide with determination as a wicked smile grew across her face.
“What the hell?” I asked.
She didn’t reply. She only put a finger over my lips, silencing me instantly. She turned me around, pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on next to me. She kissed me softly while running her fingers through my hair before placing her hand on the back of my head and pressing her body against mine.
Each kiss gradually building in intensity as I groaned. She grabbed shoulder and pushed me up against the pillows. One of her hands found its way down to my cock before she wrapped it around my thickness.
Moving from my lips, she started kissing down to my chin and neck, stopping to nuzzle on my collarbone. At the same time, she was using her hand to stroke my hard shaft, which was still slick with her juices.
She took the thick head of my cock into her hot, waiting mouth and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, paying special attention to my sensitive, swollen tip. As she went, she twisted her hand a little, making the skin around my shaft taut as she continued to tantalize me.
Her other hand eventually made its way down between her own legs in an attempt to satisfy her aching pussy. Her fingers were working at her swollen clit, causing a wet spot to form on the sheets beneath her.
I placed my hand on
the back of her head, entwining her hair in my fingers before pushing her down, making her take my length further and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes.
Slowly, she removed my cock from her mouth before she started to kiss back up my body, nibbling at my defined hips, kissing my washboard abs and muscular chest before making her way up to my neck and ears.
She leaned in as close to me as she could and whispered, “I want to make you cum,” as she gently squeezed my cock. Then, leaning over to my other ear, she continued, “but not quite yet.”
“You’re killing me,” I replied.
She ran her nails down my chest and followed that up with kisses before looking up at me with a curious face.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“I was just wondering what you thought about eating my pussy.”
“What do you mean? I enjoyed every minute it.”
“Did you really? Did you love it? Was it great or was it just okay? I think this is something we need to revisit.”
Before I had a chance to properly reply, she started to straddle my face, positioning her sopping wet pussy right over my mouth. All I could do was wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her tightly against my face, feasting on her. Soon, her knees were trembling and she was pulling herself away from me.
I think she must have been getting close because she moved away from my face and down to my cock, taking it in her hand and slowly guiding it into her waiting hole. I looked up to watch every inch of my manhood disappearing into her and filling her completely.
With both of her hands pressed down on my chest, she tossed her head back and let out a loud moan before increasing her pace. Her breathing was quickening as she dug her nails into my shoulders.
“I’m close,” she whispered in labored breaths.
I grabbed hold of her hips, matching my thrusts to hers while her sloppy pussy was grinding faster and harder onto me. I could feel her getting tighter around me as she started to shudder.