by Amber Heart
“Sure, no problem,” Jax replied as he got in the back.
Jax was too busy doing a silly dance and singing to a made up song called, ‘we won’. Finally, I escaped from the clutches of Coach Jones, opened the door and snuck in the back of the car. At least he was driving, so I wouldn’t feel his sloppy hands all over me.
Jax dragged himself next to me, practically on top of me at the back of the Toyota saloon car. He was laughing and whispering in my ear. “Don’t you want to sit with your boyfriend? His hands will get lonely.”
I gave him a dirty look and then started adjusting my dress and my hair as I sat next to him. My dress just hugged round my butt. My small sized breasts tried to make an impression. Thank God for dresses which have a bra lift around that area. It lifted them up to at least make them look like a bigger cup or maybe it was me just having wishful thoughts. Why can’t the meat on my butt be on my tits?
He kissed me on the forehead again and whispered, “You look nice tonight.”
My thoughts trailed off from his words. Then, it was brought back down to earth when he said, “But, you’re not that type of girl. You don’t need to dress like that.”
I smiled at him, like friends do. Knowing he was right. This wasn’t me. He was surrounded by cheerleaders, women with fantastic bodies! They had tans, teeth and tits. What did I have to offer him?
I ignored the noises they were making. Talking about the game as Coach drove. They were highlighting what felt like every possible moment in the game. From near misses, to the passes, to scoring, to winning. I ignored them as they hooted about the game. Talked about how well the team played.
As we reached Coach’s house. I wished that I hadn’t come. Jax called one of his girls’s to come and join him. She came and was sitting with us in the living room talking about the game that she watched on TV. Damn it, if he loves her so much, why doesn’t he call her to watch his matches?
Why am I the only one that gets the ticket and passes to the games?
Course, silly me. I’m his little sister!
“Why don’t you show her up?”
“Excuse me?” I turned to look at Coach’s daughter, Melissa. She was dressed up in a beautiful blue dress.
“Why don’t you go over there and talk to him?” she repeated sternly.
I looked at her puzzled by her assumptions.
“You can’t take your eyes of him. Ever since she walked in and started playing with him on the sofa. It’s obvious you want Jax!” she raised her voice slightly so that they could hear.
They never heard, they were too busy playing with each other as love birds. I couldn’t get my eye of Lourdes, Jax’s girl. She had a body to die for, everything in the right places. A butt that complimented the rest of her body. Long, lavish, jet black hair and olive skin. She was a typical Mexican beauty.
I looked at my arm and studied my pale completion and wanted to cry. I shook my head defending myself to Melissa, “No, it’s not like that! Shouldn’t you be out with your friends?”
“Don’t worry about me. That’s not your job. You need to worry about Jax.”
Wow, I had never told anyone how I felt about Jax. Including the man himself. Yet, here she was a well adverse eighteen year old, giving me love advice. Shoot, I wanted to hug her for revealing the truth. For being able to talk to someone.
I did just that and she hugged me back. Coach popped his head down and I swore that man looked at me, probably wishing why I never hugged him like that.
Everyone at the store thinks of Jax and I as brother and sister. I tried to talk to Bets, my best friend. She said it was too weird and I was just feeling rejected because none of my previous relationships had worked out. So, I was reaching out to the one man, I could relate to. The one I could love.
At first, it made perfect sense. The logic was all there. But as the logic jumped out of the window and spat in my face, I kept desiring him.
If I saw Jax in a black suit, I would say, “Jax, you’re the man.” And think he looks fine. Now, I just want to man handle him. My heart is practically begging me to rip the suit of him. No, something has changed.
Who knows? I just know that there’s something brewing in me and I needed to talk to someone about it. That one was him.
“Take Alex. Alyson’s no good for him. But, Sandra… them two,” Jax said as he talked about his business partner.
“Really, but Sandra’s a cheer and Alyson’s his child sweetheart.” I remarked, wondering what was going on. It felt like he knew how everyone felt about each other, but me. How I felt about him, was oblivious to him.
I was confused, how’d Melissa know? If Jax wasn’t so wrapped up on the other sofa with Lourdes. I would ask, but I was too busy trying not to look at them. Every time Lourdes touched him I cringed. Whenever he touched her, I just wanted to cry.
“You got it all wrong. It’s nothing to do with logic. Otherwise life would be simple. It’s all to do with attraction.” Those were her last words. She made it clear as she faced the TV waiting for me to respond.
She was right about everything; there was no logic in how I felt about Jax. Or when it really started. At times, I felt it was from mom’s funeral. But, there were moments when I felt that maybe it was before then. I had locked it up and threw away the key. As I got older I found the key and opened up the door. Now, I just couldn’t shut it no matter how hard I tried… Was I really trying? Or just kidding myself?
She was right; I knew nothing about men, love or logic. I plotted with Melissa to get my man. I decided that I had to move forward with this so I could get on with my life. If it worked then I would go to his matches with a different view point. If it didn’t then I would slow down on the amount of matches, I went to or maybe not go at all. The whole idea scared me.
She gave me step by step instructions. Obviously she’s a pro at this, because she never hesitated on what she was going to do at each step. She knew how to play the game and I went along with the ride. Heck, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. It was fun!
Step One: Give Lourdes a drink and make sure there was something wrong with it.
Melissa offered her a glass of champagne. She managed to put a bit of black pepper, chili pepper and nutmeg. We watched her drinking it and she coughed a little as she took her first sips. She never touched it again. Jax tried to take some. We both screamed out, “No.”
Then, we took it to the kitchen.
Stage Two: Offer her something really spicy.
What best to give a Mexican then nachos and a spicy cheese dip? Lourdes was dipping nachos in the dip like there was no tomorrow. The spice must have finally kicked in. She ran to the bathroom. Melissa and I couldn’t stop laughing, when she spent ten minutes in there. So, much for celebrating with his girl.
Melissa said that it took her mom a long time to get ready, so we had plenty of time to carry out our plans. She was right, because neither Coach nor his wife made an appearance.
As Jax made plans for Lourdes to go back to her place. Melissa winked at me and said, “Don’t mess this up. You need to tell him.
I was confused by her statement, but as Coach and his wife, finally were ready to go. I gave her a big kiss goodbye as we made our way to the casino to join the rest of the gang. The limo came to pick us up from their house. It was great and we had a laugh in the limo. But, something was missing and I couldn’t figure out what it was. I just knew that something wasn’t right.
Jax flirted with the waitresses as we caught a quick bite before we went to our rooms. His flirting was like a dagger in my heart. We were hungry and the first rule of drinking is making sure you eat. There had been so much excitement and the long wait at the Coach’s house that we never got to eat.
I hated him talking about how hot the waitresses were and how it was a shame about Lourdes.
“I made Lourdes sick!” I confessed as I tucked into my burger. I was fed up of him going on. He started to get on my nerves. I tugged on my burger like it was my la
st meal.
“Why would you do that?” he stopped laughing and questioning my thoughts on the waitresses as he began to get a sense that I was serious. That I wanted something more than what he was giving me.
“Shit, what’s up with you? You wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
He rose up slightly from the table and gave me a nudge. If this goes on any longer, I’m going to puke, and this burger’s so good. I loved it. The fresh lettuce, tomato, even the sauce tastes good. I wrapped my tongue round the flavors that were exploding in my mouth. Pretending I never confessed and ignoring that his flirtation wasn’t pissing me off.
I needed something else to focus on. Something to bring some normality into this wildness that was going on in my mind right now. I downed the two glasses of champagne. He insisted on buying a bottle while we drank. I always drink water when I eat, never alcohol.
We were both driving each other mad. Doing things that we wouldn’t ordinary do. Out of all the restaurants that we’ve visited, he’s never flirted with the waitress in my presence.
We’ve never had champagne with our meal.
Then, again I’ve never tried to poison one of his girlfriends.
No, this needed to be make or break. I was full, ready for action and ready to be loved or rejected.
Jax took care of the check as always. At times I felt cheap. Never paying for anything. Always walking away and knowing everything that I’ve eaten, drank or done has been paid by him. He put his arm around me as we left the table.
We made our way to the elevators to go to our room, he explained earlier if I preferred us in two penthouses or one. I said one. I didn’t want to be in that great big room by myself. Besides we had slept in the same room so many times before. Even the same bed.
“So?” he asked pulling me tighter towards him.
“So?”
“You gonna tell me what’s up”
I tried to get away. I couldn’t look at him. If I did he would know the truth. I couldn’t have him knowing the truth. Not yet, we needed to go up to the room and discuss it. Like adults to. The words that needed to come out, had to be practiced in the mirror at least twenty more times as I had been doing back home, before I got the flight from Georgia.
I shook my head. He knew what that meant. We had done it so many times before. That was our signal, our way of saying drop it. If we had a problem with each other or in general. But we didn’t want to talk about it right now. Then we would drop it and the other person would never push.
As he pushed the button impatiently. He let go of me and I felt alone and lost. I had my arm around him as a safety net and now that had vanished. I watched him as his tall six foot frame hovered near the elevator. I appeared so small next to him. I was just a few inches shorter in heels. I felt like a little chill run down my spine at the thought of confessing my love for him.
He was quieter after we finished eating. He hardly spoke and stopped checking out the waitresses. I felt almost as if he was spying on me. Analyzing my body language and trying to figure out what was going through my mind.
There was only one thing going through my mind and that was him.
As soon as the elevator doors opened. The doorman popped out.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I feel sick,” he muttered before he ran past Jax and into the bathroom. We looked at each other confused what to do next.
“After you” he directed me into the elevator. I choked at his words.
Was he playing with me?
I shook my head as I made my way into the elevator as the doors closed and he put in his card. The atmosphere changed, it almost felt like we were travelling to another world.
As the doors closed he pushed me against the back of the elevator like a possessed animal. I wanted to breathe, escape from what he was doing. He had never been like this or treated me this way. He licked my lips slowly. Then stared me in the eye and he pressed his lips against mine.
He released me for a moment and the confusion set in and I watched him press the stop button. He stopped the elevator and then lunged back towards me resuming his original position. I didn’t try to fight him or even pretend that I would resist him. I wanted him to take me. Every part of me.
I embraced it, the one thing that I wanted to do for so long. I tasted him with the same urgency, trying to breathe but engaging in his every movement. I was hot, I felt like I was in heat. Needing to be taken and fucked! He opened my legs with his knees separating them apart.
Still holding on to my hands, he released one of his hands and then he lifted my dress and yanked off my thong. He ripped it between my legs. I was so turned on by his greedy nature. I explored his mouth as he kept exploring mine.
I wanted him to go and on.
“I’m going to fuck you. That’s what you want.”
I nodded.
So, many questions were running through my mind. He knew and all this time he was testing me. Or maybe he was testing me now?
“Ouch!” I yelled as he was forcing himself more into me. I was butt naked in the elevator. Was this really happening to me?
His hand enveloped my ass. I knew he loved my ass. He slowly curved his hand around it and I moaned. My back was sealed against the wall. It almost felt like he was hungry for me. No, this is how I felt about him. Or was it really a two way street this whole time?
He released his length. His cock was so big and strong. I wanted all of it, every inch. Every part of me was craving him.
He rubbed it up and down my pussy, teasing me with it.
“Put it in.”
“What?” his eyes lit up as a Christmas tree.
My head swayed from side-to-side feeling his cock against my pussy. Kissing him, making up for all those years I’d missed and seen him kiss other girls. Wishing one day, someday, he’d be mine. That one day was now. He was declaring what he had felt all that time, right here and now in the elevator.
It felt hot.
I was so turned on by his moves. I wanted to scream.
I yelled the moment he thrust his cock inside of me. He held on to my ass as he plunged it inside of me. It jerked up and down against my pussy walls. I was so fucking wet; he had turned me on in words I could no longer describe. I didn’t want it to stop. It was almost as if all our sexual tension had been released in this one moment.
My wetness turned into rivers as I started to reach my climax.
It was too soon.
I was naïve. I had never had sex. It was my first time and I was tight. He knew I had never been with anyone and he was taking it from me.
I was giving it to him on a silver platter.
There was no one else that I would rather give it to.
He pumped me harder. Pumping inside of me. I was sweating. Our tongues in each other’s mouths. Then, it shot up me like an injection. I felt the cum go up my spine as he released me and my legs. He dropped them to the ground like feathers. I felt light and tired.
He kissed my lips one more time, before starting the elevator again.
We never spoke as he took my hand as the doors opened.
He remained silent as he put the card in the door.
As he opened the door, he whispered in my ear, “It’s been a long time coming.”
I laughed, knowing that it was some kind of stupid joke.
“Shit, we didn’t even use protection.”
I gasped as he firmly shut the door behind him.
“If, you’re knocked up. I’ll look after you. Like I’ve always done.”
He grabbed me and held me in his arms as if he was my knight in shining armor. I had just had sex for the first time in my life with the man I dreamt about for such a long time. I shook my head and held on to him as if my life depended on it. Wishing that tonight could last forever.
I wanted him again. As we made our way to the bed. I didn’t hesitate in touching his thick cock again. I stroked it and unleashed it from his pants.
“You like it do you?” Jax said as he gently dropped me on
the bed. I wanted to show him how much I liked it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste his whole body. I stuck it in my mouth like a lollipop and I sucked on it, hard and strong.
This had been my dream for so long and I didn’t want to disappoint. I was inexperienced and I wanted him to enjoy being with me. I wanted to gag when I first put his cock in my mouth. It was big and hard. But, it tasted so good. I thought he would cum in my mouth.
He gently released me and said, “All good things come to those who wait.”
Yes and I had waited so long. I stripped like a hooker enlightening my small breasts, revealing my big butt hoping that he wouldn’t be disappointed. He hadn’t seen me naked before.
He slowly peeled off his shirt as if we were in a private strip show. I gasped at seeing his body knowing soon it would be naked on top of mine. I licked my lips thinking about all the places I would gently caress him with my tongue once he was on top of me.
As he climbed on top, I laid still. Hoping that this night would never end. I carefully put his dick inside of me. It filled me up and as he continued to thrust on top of me. We kissed passionately and I couldn’t get enough.
He whispered slowly and carefully as we both climaxed, “I intend to make you cum over and over again…..”
As I took my last breathe. Panting as all the emotions escaped me, “I can’t wait.” I couldn’t wait for the next episode in our lives, together.
Teased In The Sauna
Group MMFF Co-Workers Erotica
By Amber Heart
I finished the drink and all of us relaxed and enjoyed the silence. It was just about evening, and my entire office group was enjoying each other’s company as the office was closing. We were at a small place that the office had reserved for the employees who worked out of city and had to stay there. It was an isolated small piece of property, about two hours from the north-east of the main city.
My group consisted of David from accounting, Christine the boss, Elanore who was an instructor, and Sabrina who was a typist. The rest that came with us had either gone to their homes or were out in the city bars having fun. My decision to stay here with the group proved to be great as there was a lot of sexual tension between all of us.