by Dille, K.
“Deal.”
Lara's grin widened. She dropped her bag, walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him. He hugged her back, tightly and slipped his hands down and into her shorts.
“Fuck me on the counter,” she whispered, and then, without warning, jumped up onto him. He caught her, surprised that he could hold her, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He carried her over to the kitchen counter, which was just at fucking level. He pulled her pants down and she uncoiled her legs long enough to get her shorts and panties off.
“Oh!” she cried out as he settled her down on the counter.
“What?!” he replied, startled.
“The counter's cold on my ass,” she replied, then began laughing. His heart pounding in excitement, he pulled himself out of his pants and drove it into her. She cried out and stared wildly into his eyes as he began fucking her. She moaned and kissed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She begged for more, gripping him tightly, and in all his excitement he didn't last very long, topping off at just three minutes before shooting his load into her.
“Let's take a shower. Then fuck and take a nap,” she said eagerly, then took his hand and hurried off, nude from the waist down, to the bathroom. He followed in a daze. There was definitely something different about Lara. She was happy. She was excited. Mark tried to tell himself that it was just about the money, but she had given him one hell of a deal and nice freebies lately. That didn't make sense to him. He tried not to get his hopes up, tried not to tell himself that she was really starting to like him, and liking her boyfriend less.
The idea that he could successfully woo a thirty four year old, smoking hot, certified babe seemed impossible to him. It was the money...had to be the money. That's what he kept telling himself. However, as he climbed naked into the shower with an equally naked, ridiculously beautiful Lara, he let himself enjoy her own joy.
He decided to make this last as long as he could.
In the shower, Mark made out with Lara and rubbed her down with a bar of soap and before he knew it, she was on her knees, bobbing her head on his dick. She even had her hand down there, working it while sucking it off at the same time. It was a real fight not to finish inside her mouth or all over her face, and in the end he barely had a chance to turn the shower off before taking her and running to the bedroom.
They didn't bother to dry off. Naked and dripping wet, they crashed onto the bed and began to do something that, Mark realized, they had yet to actually do. Wet and full of lust and something else, in the cool, dark environs of his bedroom, Mark didn't fuck Lara. He didn't have sex with her.
He made love to her.
If she knew it, she kept quiet about it and enjoyed it. But that time, and probably every time after, he made love to her.
When they had both come, they curled up beneath the blankets, arm in arm, and fell asleep. It was just past eleven when they laid down to sleep.
Chapter Eight
When they weren't having sex, they were relaxing. Lara called in every day that she worked and so did Mark, but he had almost been taken off the schedule at this point. Neither could bring themselves to care. This was a carefree world that they had built for themselves. Mark even coaxed Lara into going out and getting food with him. When they woke up the next morning, he took her to a cafe and bought her breakfast.
They ate for nearly an hour, sitting there and talking about all sorts of things. Silly stories and a list of movies that Mark insisted she watch. They went back home and lounged around on the couch, skimming TV and eventually settling on one of the movies. Lara seemed delighted to discover that Mark shared her interest in a lot of things. They both loved stupid horror movies and psychological thrillers, as well as an eclectic collection of other genres.
And then there were the books.
Mark found it hard to find anyone that read consistently and had a real love for reading on the same magnitude that he did. And Lara felt the same way.
“It's strange,” she said. “That we never got to talk about things like this before. I'd have been great to have something to talk about on those long, boring days. Or, I mean, every shift.”
“Honestly? I was scared shitless of you,” Mark admitted. Lara laughed.
“Yeah, and now you're fucking me pretty regularly. Funny how things turn out.”
“What did you think of me? Before all this?”
“Honestly? Not much. I thought you were quiet, and a little strange. You seemed like a shut-in honestly, and I didn't know how to feel every time I caught you looking down my shirt or at my ass. I mean, sometimes it bugged me, bordering on offensive, but other times....well, let's just say that I'm reaching that age where I'm not feeling as youthful as I once was. And it's kind of nice to know that I can still turn a few heads.”
“Lara...you have nothing to worry about in the looks department. You are fucking stunning,” he replied with conviction. Lara laughed.
“Thanks,” she said, and kissed him. He kissed her back, and before long they had hurried off to the bedroom where they stripped naked and she began riding him, bouncing up and down along his length.
“Could you turn around?” Mark asked about halfway through. She smirked down at him and blew a limp strand of hair from her face.
“You want a reverse cowgirl?” she asked. He nodded.
“I love looking at your ass,” he replied. While she turned around on top of him, she said,
“Speaking of my ass, when are we going to get around to that?”
“Anal?”
“Yeah.”
“I...tomorrow?” Honestly, he'd been so enraptured by her vagina and her lips and breasts that he'd practically forgotten about fucking her in the ass.
“Okay...I'll need to run by the porn shop and get some supplies.”
“What kind of supplies?”
“Supplies to make anal better on both you and me,” she replied. “Now shut up and enjoy my pussy,” she said, then began bouncing on him again. He groaned and groped her big, white ass, staring at the back of her while she road him. She could do amazing things with her hips, he'd discovered. She kept going until he'd climaxed inside of her.
…
The next day, Lara disappeared for nearly half an hour after heading off to the porn shop, as she called it. Mark felt alone and that familiar panic rising up in his chest. What if she decided that this was stupid, that she didn't need him, and she just never came back? But she did. She came back an hour later with a bagful of stuff. The only thing she handed him was a tube of lube meant for anal, then she disappeared into the bathroom.
She was in there for another half an hour before coming back out completely nude.
“You'd better enjoy this,” she said. He didn't ask what she'd been doing in there and merely nodded. In all honestly, he was excited. Anal was supposed to feel really good. She laid down on the bed on her stomach.
“Okay,” she began, looking back over her shoulder at him. “We're going to take this nice and slow. Strip down and get behind me, as if you're going to sit on my thighs. Rub your cock down with that lube, but not too much, and put some in between my cheeks, on my asshole,” she instructed. Mark did as instructed. While he stripped, he asked,
“Have you done anal before?” he asked. She nodded.
“I did back in my crazy teen days, and a few times with Jim in the beginning, but...he didn't take to it too well. Which was a shame, because it turns me on,” she replied.
“I thought women kinda hated it and just put up with it,” Mark said as he applied the lube. It was warm. He got on the bed. Lara shrugged.
“Some do, some don't. Some girls absolutely love the feeling, some girls have had horror stories where their boyfriends begged them to do it, but they did it wrong and wound up hurt real bad. But that won't happen here,” she said. “Because you are going to take it nice and slow. Ease in there,” she added. Mark nodded.
“I'll be gentle.”
She smi
led at him. He settled down on her thighs and applied the lube to her ass. He was surprised to see that everything was pretty clean back there, and, despite what he thought he'd have to put up with, it didn't smell. That must've been what she was doing in the bathroom for so long. Cleaning.
“Okay, now just put the tip there and ease it in,” she said quietly. He did. It was so going at first, and he had to stop several times on her instructions. But, before long, his hips were touching her ass. He positioned himself better, hunched over, slightly raised, balancing on his knees and lower legs. He put his hands down on either side of her, on the mattress, to balance himself. And began to fuck her in the ass.
She moaned, deep and low and long, when he began sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He was having trouble focusing on trying not to finish early. Because it felt good. It was tighter, so much tighter, than her vagina. Even during the first time, when, apparently that was her first sex in six months.
This was much tighter. He stared down at her round, pale ass while he fucked it, and kept going, eventually picking up a bit of speed.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, God, yes,” she cried into the pillow. He held on for as long as he could, often feeling as though her pink insides were clutching him, clinging to his length, and finally finished inside of her ass within a few minutes with a huge load. Slowly, he pulled himself out and laid down beside her.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“That was really good, wasn't it?” she asked. He nodded weakly, shaky from the adrenaline and pleasure.
“Fucking amazing,” he replied. She smiled and kissed him. They laid there in silence for several seconds, merely basking in the glow of each others company.
And Mark thought he was doing great, fantastic.
Until he fucked it all up on the third night.
Chapter Nine
He was laying in bed with her. It was past nine and darkness had come. They'd had sex three times today, once in the shower and twice on the couch. Mark was feeling pleasantly lethargic and high with the love he was feeling towards Lara. He felt so...in tune with her. They were cuddling on their sides, his arm thrown protectively over her torso, fingers tucked comfortably in between her stomach and the mattress.
There was something on his mind, though, and he was almost sure that he was going to have to say it. He just had to. It was nagging him, haunting him. So, like all the other awkward things he had to say to her, this one just...kind of came out.
“Lara...” he said quietly. She shifted slightly, obviously on the edge of sleep.
“Yeah?” she murmured sleepily. He paused, just for a second, then,
“I think I'm in love with you.”
She didn't say anything, but he felt her stiffen in his grasp.
“What?” she managed finally.
“I think I'm falling in love with you, Lara,” he said finally. His stomach was churning violently, and, very suddenly, he realized he'd made a mistake. She pushed his arm away, shook his grasp off and stood up, turning to face him.
“You...Mark, you fucking can't...fuck!” she snapped. Her eyes were wide and alight with a deep intensity.
“What?!” he cried, sitting up.
“You can't just say that! You weren't supposed to! Goddamnit!” She turned and abruptly began getting dressed, pulling her underwear on, then her shorts.
“I...I'm sorry, Lara. I can't help it! I just...look, do not tell me you don't feel at least something for me. Okay? Don't tell me that, because I won't believe you. Because this is something more than sex for money and you know it!” Mark could feel himself panicking now. He'd fucked it up. He'd fucked it all up.
“I...” Lara was stuck for a moment, half into her bra. Finally, she snapped it in place and pulled her shirt on. “Goodbye, Mark.” She grabbed her purse and marched out of the room.
“Lara! Wait! Please, please wait!” he cried, jumping up out of bed and hurrying after her, completely disregarding his nudity. As he stepped out of the room, the front door opened and then slammed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled, rushing back to his bedroom, desperate to pull something on. He got his sweatpants on and a t-shirt, forgetting about his boxers or his shoes. He rushed through the living room and out the front door, started running along the wooden platform that ran along the second floor exterior of his apartment building.
He heard the sound of a car starting as he reached the stairs and hurried blindly down them, almost falling twice. He jumped the last few and landed with a grunt, catching sight of her headlights flaring as she pulled out of the parking space.
“Lara!”
The car paused for a few seconds, and he really thought that she might pull back in, come back to the apartment and talk this out.
But then she pulled out onto the street, and disappeared, leaving him standing there, alone and broken.
…
“Goddamn it! Stupid, stupid bastard!” Lara cried, pounding the steering wheel once, twice, three times, in fury.
“Why, why did you have to go and fuck it up, Mark!?” she demanded of the empty space in her car. It was going so good...oh was it good. The sex was wonderful, the cuddling. Just hanging out with him, feeling young again, feeling happy again. She had been intoxicated by him, all of her happiness chemicals firing off in her brain.
And did she love him?
No, she was just in lust with him.
But...what was love? Was it wanting to spend time with someone beyond fucking them? Wanting to be around them all the time? Being around them despite the fact that they started out paying you for your pussy?
Lara thought she knew what love was...but now? She just didn't know. Everything was too confusing...and she needed some time to think.
Time away from Mark.
She drove on into the night.
…
The next twenty four hours were a living nightmare for Mark.
After getting dressed in something better, he'd hopped into his car and gone looking for her. It had been stupid, of course. The city was a big place, and he had no idea where she might go. He didn't even know where she lived.
After two hours of frantically driving around, hunting for her car in the streets, he finally gave up and headed home. More depressed than he'd ever been in his life, Mark crawled into bed and cried himself to sleep.
He had fucked it up.
He never thought he'd sleep, but after the crying, he felt a little better, and exhausted. He'd slipped into sleep and was plagued by dreams and nightmares. Dreams were Lara was with him, laughing with him, kissing him, cuddling with him in that very bed. And nightmares where she never came back to him, or where her boyfriend showed up, ready to beat the shit out of him and damn what the cops said.
Dawn found him twisted up in sweaty sheets. Mark pulled himself out of bed and slunk into the shower. He tried not to think of Lara in there with him, laughing or kissing him. Pleasing him. Tried not to think of rubbing the soap across her wet skin.
He stepped out, dried off and got dressed.
His stomach was too shaky to eat, so he instead headed outside and slid into his car. He drove around the town again for a few hours, trying to find her. He stopped by work, asked if anyone had seen her. They hadn't. They asked him questions about where he'd been, where she had been, but he ignored them and left.
Hunger finally caught up with him and he stopped at a fast food joint and ate. He was antsy, constantly scanning the windows and the street for signs of her. For her car, her beautiful, long blonde hair. Her smooth, pale skin.
Her eyes, like emeralds.
But she remained elusive. Mark finished meal and went back to his car. He considered driving around some more, but ultimately went home. He felt lost and broken, and absolutely, truly alone. He lurched up the stairs and into his apartment, collapsed onto his couch and turned on the TV. And there he remained until there was a tentative knock at his door later that night.
Chapter Ten
&n
bsp; “Lara!”
Mark wrapped her in a hug, kissed her and pulled her into the apartment through the open doorway. She let him, and kissed him back for several seconds, briefly dipping her tongue in, before gently pushing him away.
She closed the door behind her.
“Mark...we need to talk.” Mark felt that familiar lump reform in his chest. Terror shot through him.
“Look, Lara. I'm sorry I said it, okay? I...we can just forget it...” But Lara was smiling sadly and gently shaking her head.
“No, Mark. We can't forget it. I can't forget it...and I know you can't. Not if you felt you had to man up and say it...” She sighed softly. “Let's sit down.”
She led him over the couch and he sank unhappily into it. This wasn't going to end well, he could just tell.
But there was hope...no matter how small, some small ember of hope that he might be able to salvage the situation.
“Mark...” Lara said, trailing off. She looked away from him, stared at the floor. “Oh, where do I start?” she whispered. Mark remained silent, letting her work through it. He wanted to hear whatever she had to say almost as much as he didn't want to.
“Well, first thing's first. I'm sorry I rushed off like that. You...it's been a turbulent couple of weeks, and I was really hoping for a relaxing five days of nothing but fun and sex and relaxation. And I knew, on some level, that was coming. But I figured we wouldn't have to deal with it until the end of the fifth day and Jim had gotten back...you just...caught me off guard. And you don't need to apologize. It's alright...”
She took a deep breath, let it out slowly.
“That was the first thing...the second thing is that, I got a phone call today. From Jim. He...” she paused again, wiped at her eyes. “He called to tell me that he'd been cheating on me, for the past two months or so. He felt really, really bad about it, he was crying...but he was also telling me that he'd been talking with his family about it, and he thought it might be time to end it. We were comfortable, and we were in love...but we weren't happy. And if you aren't happy, then you shouldn't stay in a relationship...”