by Amanda Boone
As he pulled the beer up to his face, he dropped a piece of ice in Mindy’s chair. She let out another small squeal as the cold block sat against her bare skin.
“I’m sorry, let me get that for you.” Vince smiled.
He reached down into her chair and fumbled until he found the ice cube that was causing Mindy such anguish. As she rose up out of her chair to allow him to retrieve it, he pushed it into her shorts between her ass cheeks with his thumb.
Mindy’s squeal did not go unnoticed by anyone at Veronica’s party. As they stared in her direction, some laughing, some just watching, she stood up and let the ice cube fall from her shorts. Once everyone knew what had happened, the laughter echoed through the apartment complex lawn, and Vince took a swig of his beer with a proud look of victory on his perfectly chiseled face.
“Not funny, Vince!” Mindy yelled, but kept a smile on her face.
“I agree, it was fucking hilarious,” Vince said, laughing.
There was something about Vince’s immaturity that she found playful and fun. He had to be in his 30’s, possibly late 30’s, but he didn’t feel much older than her, especially right now. She loved the mixture of experience from age and immaturity that he possessed.
Mindy’s body tingled from where the ice had been shoved, and now her shorts displayed a wet spot between her legs from where the heat Vince had stirred up instantly melted the cube on contact.
“C’mon, I’ll get you a pair of shorts.” Veronica motioned for Mindy to come inside.
Mindy looked around at Veronica's apartment as she followed her to the bedroom. The furniture was red leather, and paintings of motorcycles and wolves lined the walls in no specific order. The apartment was clean, but lacked any real style outside of the, well, biker chic. In the bedroom, a king size waterbed with a wooden canopy and mirrors took up most of the room. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, including a few pairs of thong panties.
“Here, try these.” Veronica tossed a pair of black yoga shorts towards Mindy.
“Thanks.” Mindy stripped out of her wet shorts and panties, and then slipped into the black shorts handed to her.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Vince?” Veronica asked.
Mindy wasn't sure what “the deal” was with her and Vince yet, and wasn't exactly clear on how she should answer the direct question.
“I noticed he walked you out last night and never came back in, and, well, his bike was parked by your door all night long.” Veronica smirked.
Mindy felt her face start to flush with embarrassment. She had never gone home with a man she didn’t know before. Hell, she had only had one other sexual experience in her young life. She wasn't used to having girlfriends to share juicy details with, let alone having juicy details to share.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, girl,” Veronica apologized.
“I've just never done anything like that,” Mindy told her shyly.
“You’re an adult! Nothing wrong with having a little fun.” Veronica smiled.
“It was more than a little fun!” Mindy blurted out, and then immediately turned bright red.
“Just as long as you realize sometimes a good time is just that…a good time,” Veronica said in what felt like a friendly warning.
“Oh, I know,” Mindy agreed.
Mindy wasn't sure she fully understood what Veronica meant by her comment as they walked back out to her patio. She had told her Vince was harmless last night at the bar, and the next thing Mindy knew, he was following her home and ordering her to spread herself open for his hard cock. Maybe Vince wasn’t harmless after all; maybe he was just doing what Veronica said…
Maybe he was just having a good time.
Chapter Two
Vince was standing on the lawn talking to Shane and Bear. He watched Mindy as she walked out of the door with Veronica. She felt uncomfortable with his eyes on her, but loved that he was so attentive to her every move. She bent over to grab a beer out of the cooler, and then heard a low whistle. She looked over her shoulder to see Vince with his lips pinched together as he finished his verbal approval of her new shorts.
Mindy noticed Veronica’s eyes glued to Vince before they drifted over to her direction.
“What have you done to that man?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Mindy asked.
“He’s really into you,” Veronica told her.
Mindy blushed and took a swig of her beer to hide the smile that was curling up on her lips. She knew what he had done to her, and she hoped that she had done the same to him.
Veronica left the subject of Mindy and Vince alone finally and steered the conversation to Mindy’s search for a new job. Mindy told her about her interview in New York, and Veronica’s eyebrows rose in surprise as she let out a squeal and reached out to hug her.
“That is amazing, girl, I’ve always wanted to go to New York. Maybe I can visit you when you are a big shot!” Veronica exclaimed.
Her tone was too excited as she spoke loud enough for Vince to hear. Mindy was not ready to tell him about her interview yet. She noticed his eyes move towards her as he listened to Veronica’s squeals, and his expression slowly changed to a disapproving look. His eyes were no longer seductive, but instead had a more sedated quality to them. His smile disappeared as he looked at her with confusion. Mindy felt sick to her stomach. She knew he was going to be upset that he heard the news by Veronica yelling about it and not from her personally.
He walked over to the cooler, and then leaned down beside her as he pulled out a beer. He stopped as he stood back up and whispered in her ear, “I didn’t know you were a big shot.” His voice was cold and judgmental.
“It's just an interview. I found out about it this afternoon,” Mindy explained.
“I’m sure you’ll get the job, Miss College.” His tone let off a large degree of sarcasm as he spoke.
“Never said I was going to take the job,” Mindy whispered back.
Vince’s eyes gave approval and his smile returned. He scooped her up out of her chair, causing her to squeal once again. Blackie seemed to get the most delight out of her high-pitched noises. He held his beer up to Vince again, as if making her scream out was an accomplishment.
“We got a new party starting, boys! Save me a beer,” Vince yelled to the others standing on the lawn, and then carried Mindy into her apartment.
His arms were so strong and hard. She loved how his hand on her ass was large enough to cup it with ease as it supported her weight. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she stared into his eyes as he walked down the hall and to her bedroom.
He tossed her on the bed, and then flipped on the bedroom light. She watched as he stood over her, staring, contemplating.
“Now, what am I gonna do with you?” he asked.
“Anything you want,” Mindy said softly, then bit her bottom lip.
“You’re damn right about that, baby doll.” His voice hinted at his excitement, though it suddenly turned stern as he added, “You need to find a way to make this up to me.”
“What do you mean?” Mindy asked, feeling as though this was not so playful anymore.
“Trying to leave me, and not even telling me about it.” His smile widened.
Mindy scrambled to explain her side of the story. “I wasn’t—”
“That’s OK, baby doll. As long as you learn how to say a proper sorry.” Vince grinned even wider.
Mindy wanted nothing more than to make him happy again. She wanted him to look at her the way he had earlier. This disappointed tone in his voice made her feel uncomfortable, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make it go away.
Vince unbuttoned and unzipped his Levi’s. He stared at Mindy as she squirmed on the bed. Veronica’s shorts were tight and showed most of her ass cheeks with her legs pulled up to her chest as she sat and waited for his orders.
He dropped his jeans to his ankles without removing his boots. His black boxer briefs displayed the shape of h
is hard cock beneath the thin material. Mindy licked her lips at the sight, recalling the pleasure that it was able to give.
Vince’s thumbs sat underneath the material on either side of his hips. He watched as Mindy stared intensely at his package, and then teased her by pulling down a small section at a time. Once he pulled the briefs down far enough to expose his black curly hairs, he stopped.
“Do you want this, baby doll?” he asked.
“Yes,” Mindy replied quickly.
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered.
“I want it.”
“What?” he asked.
Mindy spoke up as ordered. “I want your cock.”
“Get over here and take it, baby girl,” he ordered.
Mindy got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the end of the bed. She sat up and placed her thumbs under the thin material of Vince’s briefs, then tugged at the material until it pulled away from his body and released the erection that was hiding underneath.
She took him in her hand and stroked slowly as she stared into his eyes. He gave little expression as he waited for her to do as she was ordered. She leaned forward and placed her lips around the head of his cock. She worked up saliva in her mouth as she slowly pushed down around his veiny shaft. Her jaws ached as she took him as far into her mouth as she possibly could, and she relaxed her jaw enough to begin a stroking motion with her mouth on his cock.
Vince let out a moan as she slid up and down on him with her mouth. She was so full that the tight grip was creating an explosive friction. Knowing that she was the reason for his moans, the source of his pleasure, and the focus of his attention was all she needed to become aroused. She began to feel tingling sensations between her legs as her pussy lips swelled and started to ache. She looked up at Vince while she had him pushed far into her mouth and watched as he threw his head back and groaned. He looked down into her eyes, and Mindy could tell he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm as he placed his hand on her head to stop her mid-stroke.
“I’m not ready to be done with you just yet, baby.” His voice was raspy and winded.
Mindy slowly pulled her mouth from his erection, stopping to suck tightly on the head before releasing her grip. She watched as his face cringed in anguished pleasure.
“You need to get those clothes off,” he ordered.
Mindy pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts. She could tell he was pleased that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she slid her shorts down, his eyes immediately focused on the pink swollen flesh between her legs.
“No panties?” he asked.
“They were wet,” she told him.
He bit his bottom lip and continued to focus on her so intensely that she began to throb at his observation.
“I like that,” he said, and then quickly added, “No more panties for you, my dear.”
He placed his hands on her knees and pushed on her legs, forcing them to fall open to either side of her body.
He reached down and unlaced his boots, removing them hastily, and then kicked his wadded jeans to the side. He locked eyes with her the entire time he finished undressing. Mindy felt herself squirm as she yearned for him to look at her open pussy.
Vince leaned forward and used both thumbs to spread the tender skin apart between Mindy’s legs.
“That’s beautiful” He whispered. “Whose pussy is that?”
“Yours,” Mindy responded.
“That’s right. You keep it clean and shaved baby, but I am the only one allowed to play with that pussy, you understand?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He slid a finger deep inside of her. She let out a moan as her aching skin felt a slight relief from his long hard finger. He stroked slowly, still spreading her apart with the opposite thumb so he could watch as her skin tugged at his with every motion.
“That’s nice and tight, just the way I like it, baby,” he whispered.
Mindy felt like she would explode at any minute. She had never had anyone talk about her body in such a way. Hearing his approval aroused her to a level she had never experienced. She loved hearing him say she was beautiful and tight. She loved hearing him say that her pussy belonged to him, only him.
He pulled his finger slowly from between her pulsating flesh. He must have known he was teasing her beyond her capacity, and Mindy could tell he loved every minute of it. She loved every minute of it. He slid the slippery juices that flowed from her between her ass cheeks with his finger. He stroked the center of her ass cheeks with his finger in a circular motion. Her body tensed as she readied herself for him to enter. He stared at her and watched as she squirmed. He circled, teased, but then returned his attention to her pussy.
“Whose ass is that?” He asked.
“Yours,” Mindy responded with a shaky voice.
“When I want it, I will have it,” he warned.
Mindy swallowed hard and felt her body begin to tremble. She had never thought of that part of her body as sexual, but now, with the sensation of his recent lingering still apparent, she wanted him to claim his territory.
Vince circled the soft skin between her legs with both thumbs, pulling her pussy open wider with each motion. He slid higher towards her curly bush, letting his thumbs press against her clit as he circled inward. The sensation was more than Mindy could handle. Her head fell back onto her shoulders and her eyes closed. She felt her tongue sliding across her lips without her control, heard the moans exiting her open mouth that sounded as if they belonged to someone else. She thrust her hips towards Vince and began mimicking the same circular motion he used to send herself over the edge of ecstasy. Her body convulsed as it throbbed and released with a vibrating motion. Her legs tightened, her ass clenched, and her nipples felt as though they would rip from her skin.
Vince grabbed the inside of her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He forced his hard cock into her throbbing flesh, stroking slowly at first and then faster. Her body continued to throb against his erection, causing him to explode inside of her. He fell on top of her and kissed her neck. Her entire body was tingling from the intense orgasm, and she could feel him twitch inside of her as he released every last drop of his pleasure between her thighs.
Vince rose up and kissed Mindy softly on the tip of the nose. He smiled as he eased off her and stood at the edge of the bed. He grabbed a towel that was hanging on the back of her door and wiped himself clean before attentively taking the time to care for the mess he created between her legs. Mindy twitched as the rough towel slid across her overly sensitive skin. He reached down for his jeans and slid them on, and then sat on the edge of the bed while he put on his boots.
“Are you leaving?” Mindy asked, disappointed.
“I'll be back,” he answered without explanation, and then headed out of her room.
Mindy heard the rumble of bikes a few minutes after he left her bed, and then buried her face in her pillow to stifle her tears.
Chapter Three
Mindy woke up to an empty bed. Vince had not come back like he promised. She climbed out of bed and threw on the black shorts and t-shirt that he had made her strip the night before, and then walked out into the living room. She was irritated that she'd left the door unlocked for him all night. She thought to herself that it was inconsiderate of him to leave her so vulnerable to intruders without concern.
Snowball meowed at her feet, begging for her morning meal, so she opened up a can of cat food and placed it on the floor of the kitchen. She then opened up her laptop and checked her email. She immediately forgot about Vince leaving her all night when she noticed the email from the Art Gallery.
Mindy read through the greetings and skipped down to the date. Her interview was set for tomorrow afternoon. She was delighted they had opened a slot for her so suddenly, but suddenly stressed that she would have to leave for New York tonight.
She browsed through the documents she was required to present to the interviewer and carefully read the p
rocess document attached to the email. She opened up her browser window to book a flight for that evening, as well as a hotel that was only a few blocks from the gallery.
Once she finalized her plans, she went into her bedroom and packed the outfit she had chosen for the interview, which was made up of a pair of grey slacks, a white short-sleeved thin sweater, and black chunky pumps. She wanted to look classy without being stuffy, so she felt the outfit would represent the style the gallery was looking for. She tossed in a pair of pajama pants, a bikini, just in case there was a hotel pool, and a couple outfits for shopping, sight-seeing, or dining out. She wasn't sure what to expect during her visit. She was excited, nervous, and, honestly, a little scared.
She placed her suitcase by the front door, and then finally called her mom to tell her the good news. Her mother squealed so loudly through the phone she had to hold it away from her ear until she calmed down.
“Do you need a ride to the airport?” her mother asked.
“No, I'm going to drive,” she answered. “I'll be back in a few days.”
Her mother warned her of the big city problems. She told her to keep her money in her bra and avoid carrying a purse when possible. She wanted her to agree to be in the hotel before dark and not to venture out too far into the city. Mindy listened as her mother told stories about rapes in the subway, murders in dark alleys, and vagrants who followed you home to rob you if you refused to give them spare change. It was hard not to giggle at her mother’s eccentrics, but she knew she was only worried, so she agreed to follow her mother’s rules while in the big city alone.
With all the details and the sudden plans that had to be made, Mindy had almost forgotten about Vince. When she heard the rumble of a motorcycle outside of her door, she panicked. She was afraid to tell him that she was leaving tonight, especially after last night.
A soft tap on her door let her know that the noise was certainly Vince. She started to anger at the thought of him showing up now. She opened the door and found him standing on her stoop with a single rose in his hand.