Struggle

by P. A. Jones

  "Is he your boyfriend?” I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could. "Am I interrupting?”

  “Yes, but I thank you for that. I just got the strength to break up with that jerk.” A tear rolled down her face, but she wiped it off.

  “Well, maybe you can repay me for that." I smiled.

  "I don’t understand. What do you mean by ‘repay’?" She sounded offended.

  "I mean we can have a dance, but only if you want to.” I wanted to feel her in my arms. I wanted to show her how strong my grip can be.

  "I refuse." She smiled with strange eyes.

  "That's okay. Maybe I can just offer you a drink then." It was a setback for me, but I played my part.

  “Maybe I will dance with you after few drinks." Her eyes sparkled.

  So you want to play, babe? "That would work. What do you prefer? Let me guess…a vodka shot?" She nodded so I ordered one for her.

  After two drinks, we were dancing, my hands holding her waist and her hands on my shoulders. My eyes locked onto hers, and our legs were slowly moving back and forth.

  Who wouldn't want to kiss her? My lips met hers and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, giving a slow sensation to her taste buds. She tasted like a very desirable dark chocolate.

  Her eyes were half-closed, enjoying it. Her lips were soft like strawberries. I could get them both in one bite and suck them with my lips. I pulled her closer. She placed her feet on my shoes, and we kept dancing like that for the next ten minutes without disturbing our intimate kiss.

  When the song was over, the crowd applauded. Her cheeks turned red. She didn't anticipate that. Now I wanted her for myself…her soft lips, small tits, and the curves on her ass.

  I took her hand. “Where are we going?” she whispered while biting my earlobe.

  "To take you over the moon,” I responded with a bite on her neck. She shuddered.

  "I hope the moon is as high as your tongue." Her eyes showed her naughtiness.

  I smiled, but didn't say anything. We walked to my car. I opened the door to let her in, then got in myself. When I was about to start the car, she grabbed my hand, her other hand on my thigh.

  Her eyes was showing desire. She opened my zipper and slowly pulled down my pants, causing my cock to jump in my boxers. She touched it as she lowered my boxers. She crawled onto my lap. I took her right nipple out of her top, sucking on it and making circles with my tongue. She pulled my head up and kissed me.

  She broke the kiss and looked at my cock. She looked into my eyes, moving her tongue over her lower lip. She had a soft and sexy tongue. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. It felt like heaven. She was definitely skillful. Her tongue was moving around my cock, and her hands were playing with my balls.

  She suddenly stopped sucking my cock, taking one of my balls in her mouth. She sucked it in and out.

  "My god!” I moaned. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I twined my left hand into her silky hair. While she was sucking on my balls, she was moving her hand up and down on my cock. She started sucking on my other ball, stroking the one that she had just been giving attention to. I pulled her head up to give her a deep kiss, then pushed it back down. She started stroking my cock, taking it completely in her mouth.

  She increased her speed, and I knew that I couldn’t hold out anymore. “Oh, my god!” I said as I came.

  While she cleaned herself up, I put both of my hands behind my head. That was one hell of a blow job. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

  ***

  Soon, we were inside my apartment. I threw all the clothes off of my bed and picked her up. I started sucking her tits through her top, as she wrapped her legs around me. I threw her on my bed and tore my shirt off. Her top looked uncomfortable so I shoved it up and tore at her bra. Her small tits bounced up and down. She is so fucking hot.

  I rolled over to kiss her, hard and firm. She was pressed up against my bare chest and I could feel her sexy tits on my skin. She rolled her tongue in between my lips. I bit it, making her scream. I kissed her long neck up to her earlobes. Smooth, soft, and tasty, they melted in my mouth.

  She giggled in my ear. “I want to go over the moon.” She bit my neck, pointed and painful, but full of desire.

  "You have to wait for it, baby. I want to feel your body, get high on these two darlings, then I will make you complete." I unhooked her jeans to see the pink bikini lace panties that she was wearing. I kissed her thighs and pulled down her panties. She was already wet, and she lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy on my mouth and nose. She smelled like sugar and tasted like candy. I wanted to taste it, but I decided to keep that for later. I wanted to see her ass so I rolled her over. I couldn't resist myself. I pulled her down a bit so that her ass was right in front of me.

  I tore at my jeans and my boxers, grabbed a condom, and pulled it up my hard cock. “I am going to fuck you hard, baby. Be ready.” I slid into her and started sliding in and out, holding her ass in my hands. She was moving violently, gripping the bed on both sides of her body. Her pussy squeezed my cock. She cried, "Fuck me hard, man! Fuck…Me…Hard!

  I rolled her over so her pussy was in front of me. I placed my cock in her again and started fucking her hard. She was rubbing her hands on her tits. I moved her hands and placed my left hand on her tits. Squeezing them hard in my hand, I moaned in pleasure. "Awesome, baby."

  "You are fucking hot! Fuck me hard!” she continued, shouting and increasing my energy. The feeling of her tight folds around my cock was awesome. I was coming close to my release. Squeezing her ass in my right hand, I pulled her to me. I was thrusting all of my manhood inside of her. “Shit!” I yelled as I came.

  Her body started shaking violently. She shouted, “Fuck!”

  When I was done, I fell next to her on the bed. She rolled over into my arms. “That was awesome. That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.” She bit my ear again.

  "That's not the last sex you’ll have today,” I said, looking into her eyes.

  Chapter 8

  Eva

  "Wake up, sugar. It’s almost ten.” I opened my eyes half-way to see Chloe, dressed for class.

  "You go ahead, Chloe. I am planning to take a day off. I need to see the doctor, then go to that website firm. It’s gonna be a long day.” I curled up into my blanket again. "Could you please set the alarm for eleven? I have an appointment at noon.”

  "Okay, darling. Take a cab. Don’t put stress on your leg."

  After a minute or two, I heard the door closing. I fell back to sleep.

  ***

  Jennifer Lopez was shouting. What the fuck? Why is the iPod crying? Then I remembered that it's the alarm Chloe must have set. I should get up, or I’ll be late for the doctor's appointment. I rolled out of bed, still feeling sleepy. I took a quick bath, and picked up my bag. Within the next thirty minutes, I was standing in front of my doctor’s clinic. I knocked on the door."C'mon in, Eva." Doctor Marshal was a sweet man in his fifties. He always gave me a chocolate when I visited him, just like my father when I was a kid. That made me think about my mother and her wishes. Damn, I shouldn't be thinking about her now.

  "Hello, doc. How are you today? Are you okay? You look pale. How’s Martha?" Martha was his wife. I went to his daughter's wedding a few years back and met his beautiful wife. I have been friends with her ever since.

  "I am the doctor here, and Martha is fine. Now, tell me what bought you here on Wednesday afternoon." His eyes were empathetic. He always has given me the assurance I needed when I felt sad or weak.

  "My leg is hurting again, Doc. A bicycle hit me yesterday and it's been hurting since then. My competition is in two months. Can you look at it?” I was getting worried and I couldn't hide it.

  "Let me look at it. Just get on the exam table.” He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on. He always uses them when he gets serious. I laid down on the table. Doc came over and looked at my bruises. He then touched them. “Ouch, damn!” Tears formed in my eyes.

  “I don't t
hink you have any broken bones, or else you would have cried a lot more after I pressed it. Maybe the muscle rupture is talking again."

  My stomach muscles tightened. That was my worst nightmare. “Are you saying that the injury that put me out of game three years ago is coming back?” I couldn't believe it. If he is correct, that can put me out of my game for more than three months.

  "I think the answer is yes, but I want to run some tests, then we can assess it better.”

  I still couldn't believe what he was saying because my scholarship depends on the race. If I don't get it, I wouldn't have any other choice other than joining my mom’s business. Tears started running down my cheeks. Doc patted me on my shoulder and pointed to the restroom.

  The scanning room was next to the restroom. One of the nurses completed my paperwork, and I got the scanning done. "The results will be back in two hours." she said. I thought about going to the web site firm, but I couldn't do that. There was no way I could have visited that web site firm without getting the results of my tests first. It was hard for me to control myself. I looked down the street from the window in the reception area. A pub was open, and I thought that wine was the thing which could calm me down right now so I headed down. I could hear many people talking when I entered the pub, but I had no desire to look at anyone. I walked up to the bar and ordered wine. I thought about my life. It sucked and I wanted to cry. I wanted a calm atmosphere, but someone was shouting.

  I looked around to find the source of the sound. I shrugged, a chilly breeze coming in from the open doors. It was afternoon and, surprisingly, the place was packed. Most of them were tired-looking doctors, chatting with each other and drinking beer.

  "Waiter, one more.” That manly voice sent tingles over my body. I gasped, having never responded to anyone’s voice before. I looked behind me. A man, around 25, was sitting at a table, a woman next to him. He had long black hair, a roughly shaved mouth, and a cut on his chin. He turned around to look at something and our eyes met.

  Everything around us froze for a moment. I could see his oval-shaped face clearly, but everything else blurred around him, like a slow motion movie. The only alive part were his facial expressions and my eyes. His dark brown eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped a beat, and my legs weakened. I wanted to touch him, feel his skin.

  I snapped out of it when the waiter walked up to him. “Thanks.” His deep voice smoothed everything around me. He turned his head back to his girlfriend.

  I looked at my glass, but his face took up every corner of my mind. Just the look of him took the breath out of me. I never felt this kind of thing for anyone in my life, Jacob included. I needed another drink. "Waiter, one more, please."He was unaware of everything. He kissed his girlfriend, which hit me like a bullet in my chest. I couldn't sit there any longer. I didn’t understand what was happening with me. Was it just the sorrow that I felt for my tournament, or was I really jealous of his girlfriend? I didn't have the answer.

  I got up and walked outside. I needed fresh air. The results of my test should be back now anyway so I shook any thought of him from my mind and started walking back to the hospital. He had a girlfriend anyway, and I had other things to worry about.

  ***

  I checked in at reception, and she said that the report was already sent to the doctor’s office. When I entered, his puffy face gave me the answer. I knew something was bad. "What is it?”

  "I have some bad news for you, Eva." He took out his glasses. “You told me that you want to run in this tournament or something, right?"

  "Yes. It's for a scholarship. I discussed this with Martha over the phone a few days back."

  "Yes, I remember. She told me about it the other day." He looked at me. "I am afraid that you can't run…at least in this tournament. Your ligament is ruptured, which will require some heavy therapy to treat.”

  I sank into the chair, holding my head in my hands. I couldn't believe it. It was over.

  He came closer, patted on my shoulder, and gave me a glass of water. “There is some good news. If you do the therapy and exercise properly, you will be in good shape again in less than a year.”

  The words didn't penetrate. Only the thought of my career's end came to mind. The thought of not running in the tournament and losing the scholarship was killing me. An accident in my childhood had ruined my life, my dream, my hope.

  "Hey, Eva, you can always return to running after six months, but not this season because you will just injure yourself more.”

  Slowly, I stood up. I didn't have anything to say. I took the report, paid the receptionist, walked out, and hailed a cab. The whole world was laughing. It turned black-and-white, like somebody sucked the color out of my life. All three years of practice and determination was going to waste.

  ***

  Chloe was in our room when I got back. She was laying on bed and texting someone, probably Martin. I put my bag down and sunk into my bed without saying anything.

  "Hey, sugar, what happened? How did it go with the doc? Didn't he give you any chocolate today?" she said, giggling.

  I couldn't speak. I laid there, crying into my pillow. Chloe came over, took my head into her lap, and allowed me to cry. My eyes eventually dried up. “It’s over, Chloe. Doc said no running this season. At least for 6-8 months, but it will take a year to recover. My scholarship, my dream, is gone.”

  "Sugar, don't worry. You will get through it. You can take a break this year, then run next year. Just don't cry, okay?” She stroked my head to calm me.

  "You know that my mother won't allow that. She will force me to join her business." Fresh tears rolled down my face. I kept crying until I fell asleep in her lap.

  Chapter 9

  Nathan

  My phone was ringing. I looked at the screen: Meeting with Japanese Client in 1 hour. Shit, how did I forget that? I looked around. I was fucking drinking with Amelia at 3 PM in the afternoon? Damn, I haven't prepared the presentation or the proposal. This is going to kill me, for sure. I had to go back and get ready.

  I kissed Amelia, gave her my number, and said that I would call her. Without taking her number in return, I caught a cab. I knew she would understand my situation and would call me. While sitting in the cab, I tried to focus on the proposal, but I kept remembering the girl I saw in the bar. Her flawless, olive skin accentuated her almond-shaped eyes, and her long, curly brown hair was loose on her back. Something about her lips made me dizzy. I never felt that for anyone, even Samantha. I felt like time slowed down when I looked into her eyes. Shit, I should be thinking about the meeting and here I am thinking about a stranger. I don't even know her name.

  When I got back to my apartment, it was almost time for the meeting. I cleared up the mess and sat in front of my computer. The Skype ringed. “Hello, Mr. Shui.” I bowed a bit.

  "Hello, Mr. Nathan. I hope you have good news for us." He bowed in response.

  My heart took a dip. I didn't have anything to give him. “I am still looking into it. I am close to completing, but it may be in a day or two. Then I will send you the complete proposal."

  "That's not acceptable, Mr. Nathan. We have discussed this and you know the urgency of the matter. I think we have to think about other options. It was good talking to you, Mr. Nathan."

  The call ended, making me dizzy. What have I done? This client was needed so I could pay my bills. I needed this because a few of my other clients were dependent on it. The payment was small, but the result for other clients was going to be good. I have totally messed up this time. I sat looking into space for some time, then my screen blinked three times and my laptop went into sleep mode.

  I didn't know how much time I sat like that. When my laptop flashed, I looked at the clock. I had been sitting there doing nothing for almost an hour. I checked my emails. They were all order cancellations from the connected clients. The Japanese had done the damage, and I was left thinking about my future.

  I slid down in the chair, holding my head between my h
ands. I had been spending all my money on booze, girls, expensive gifts, expensive rides. Now, when I didn't have anything, maybe it was the time for me to rethink my future and who I wanted to be. Shit, I need some alcohol to think straight. How can I leave all of this? What would that girl think about me? Who was she? Shit my head started going to her again. She must be one of the millions of girls living in New York, and I had no chance of finding her. When she saw me with Amelia, she wouldn't even look at me again. Why am I thinking about this? Did I forget Samantha and how that all went?

  I had to get my head clear and booze was the only option. I didn't want to think about that girl anymore.

  Chapter 10

  Eva

  My alarm buzzed early, reminding me that I set it early for practice. The dark shadows moved around room. They resembled my mood.

  The thought of not being able to compete in the tournament was eating at me. The loud alarm of my IPhone woke Chloe up. She must have seen me looking at the ceiling because she killed the alarm and came over to me. Her soft hands moved through my hair. Tears started flowing down my face again.

  "Hey, sweets. Don't be weak. You can do better than this. Where is my Eva who fought against all the odds?” Chloe kissed my forehead. She was like an older sister to me.

  I didn't say anything, just closed my eyes and pretended to be a asleep. After a little bit, she went back to her bed. She was already doing a lot of things for me, and I didn't want to bother her again and again. I got up after a few minutes.

  The hot water flowing through the shower softened my mood a bit. After all, I didn't lose my life or any of my organs. I could still do something with my life. Things look different when your mood lifts up a bit. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that my phone was blinking. It was a text from Mrs. Cooper:

  I hope you will visit the firm today. I had to go through lots of calls to reschedule.