“No guy is gonna move in on my girl.”
“He wouldn’t have succeeded, Korbin!”
“Let’s go back to my place. This bar sucks. This whole town sucks.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you coming back with me, or not?”
What else am I supposed to do? I don’t want to be alone tonight. “Yes, of course, I will. Are you gonna bring me back here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, we’re cool.”
As soon as we get back on the bike, off we go. We have a long way to get to where he lives, and I don’t know what to think. Korbin almost got into another fight. He hasn’t been like this, but now the old Korbin is coming back.
We rush down Lake Shore Drive. I wrap my arms around him tighter. I wonder what his face looks like now?
We get to his apartment, one that has eight units. Korbin stops the motorcycle and removes his helmet.
“So, this is where you live, huh?”
“Yeah, this is where I live.”
He takes the helmet off of me before I can do it. He doesn’t have a mad look on his face, but he looks determined like he wants to get inside his apartment as fast as he can. He grabs my hand and takes me to his door.
14
Korbin
We’re in my apartment, and I’m watching Callie take off her jacket and her shoes. If there’s one thing about her, when she thinks she’s right she’s stubborn as shit. What does she expect me to do, just let some guy move in on her? Hell no.
On the way up here on my motorcycle, with her arms wrapped around me, I was thinking about all the ways I could punish her. I’m still thinking about that now.
I’m standing in the doorway of my bedroom. My coat and my shirt are off. Callie is sitting on my sofa.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“Get up and get over here,” I say.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just get over here.”
I sense a mixture of fear and desire on her face as she gets close. I pin her to my bedroom door, and I watch how the small swell of her boobs rises up and down. I trace her lips with my fingers, and then I pull her blouse apart sending buttons flying. The way her pretty brown eyes lit up in surprise strains the bulge in my pants.
She’s wearing a lacy black bra. “Wait,” she says. “I got it from Victoria’s Secret. I don’t want you to rip it.”
“Get it off,” I say.
“Okay.” She takes it off and stares at me, naked from the waist up. She’s looking smaller now unlike when she’s telling me how to behave. If I could, I would have bent her over the bar and spanked her tiny perfect ass back there.
“Take off your pants,” I order.
Her briefly backing into the bedroom lets me know my tone is perfect. She pulls herself out of her tight jeans and stands only in her black lacy panties. Her brown eyes bore into mine.
Without warning, I grab her soft shoulders, spin her around and slam her into the door.
I hear her gasp as her breasts hit the door. She’s not hurt. I would never hurt her. I only want to surprise her and show her who’s boss tonight. I slip my hands into her panties and shove them into her wet pussy ignoring her little cry. My fingers push in and out of her.
I grab a fist of her thick dark hair and lightly pull, forcing a shrill cry from her. I kiss down hard on her neck, hearing her throaty moan, and then I gently grab her by the throat. “Not so mouthy, now are you?” I growl beside her ear, feeling her shiver against me.
I shove my fingers further up her tight pussy and fuck her harder.
“Oh Korbin, please, yes, do it,” she moans. The way she says it makes me want to ride her harder, but I want to stay in charge.
I grip her throat tighter. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I growl.
I press her clit and rub it fast in circles. She quakes and cries out as her orgasm hits her hard.
I lift her and throw her on the bed. Then I unzip and pull down my jeans and my underwear to free my aching cock. It throbs as I stare at her on the bed her hair all tumbled up.
“Don’t fuck me without a condom, Korbin,” she says.
“I know,” I say. “You just be quiet.”
I always keep condoms in my dresser drawer. I take one out, join her on the bed, and grab her hips.
She tries to grab my muscular arm, where my tattoo is drawn, but her grip slips as I flip her over. I put my hands in the band of her panties and rip them off.
She lets out a timid cry.
“I want your ass in the air,” I command.
Callie comes up on her knees and pushes her ass up. She looks so perfect like this. I pull the condom over my dick, aim it at her beautiful wet pussy, and slam in and out.
Callie cries out as my cock stretches her. I thrust into her fast and hard hearing her scream loud. I then snatch her hair, forcing her to arch her back and take me deeper.
I spank her ass hard. She gasps, but I can tell she doesn’t mind. Watching my red handprint disappear is oddly satisfying.
I pin her against me and thrust in faster, my arm wrapped around her tight. Her body is still at this point as her pussy chokes my cock. She’s gonna come again.
I pull out and leave her at my mercy.
“Oh, no, no, no,” she protests.
“You come when I say you can,” I growl, biting her earlobe.
“Yes sir,” she says quickly.
I smile. “Now that’s a good girl.”
15
Korbin
I don’t know what came over me last night, but I wanted to give it to Callie, and I wanted to give it to her good. And she liked it, every bit of it.
All the time we’ve been going out, I’ve spent time with her on her side of town with her snobby people. Not once had she come my way, until last night. I decided I had had enough of it. If she wants to be with me, she can be with me anywhere.
As far as what happened at the bar, does she expect me just to let some guy move in on her? She must be crazy if she thinks that.
I’m gonna try and be cool with all of this, but I’m not gonna be someone I’m not. She had better learn to accept me the way I am.
16
Callie
“Callie, you’re a nice girl.”
I adjust Mr. Stewart’s hospital bed and fluff his pillow. He’s a thin man who was perhaps heavier when he was healthy. Unfortunately, he’s taken a fall, and because of his advanced age, it’s uncertain if he can battle back. I do what I can to make him comfortable.
“You’re nice too, Mr. Stewart.”
I work with the elderly at a hospital where a retirement home is attached. It’s good for the people who live in the retirement home because if anything goes wrong, the hospital is right there.
“Is there anything else I can get you before I leave for today?” I say.
“No, that’s about it.”
“Okay, have a good day, Mr. Stewart.”
I love my job, but today I’ve felt strange. Sometimes when the sun is under the clouds all day, it gets me depressed. I guess I’m affected by the weather. But that’s not all of it. I hope I haven’t made a mistake with dating Korbin. He was such a hothead the other night, and the way he fucked me was fun but intense at the same time.
I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my books and papers spread across it. I’ve another big test tomorrow morning. So, it’s important that I know what the hell I’m doing. But, once again, my mind drifts to Korbin.
I wonder what he’s doing right now? I ask myself.
It’s been three days since I last saw him. I told him that I had a lot of studying coming up and that wasn’t a lie. I mean, I probably could have squeezed him in, but I needed a break to regroup after that night. He was okay with it, though. In the morning, after he had fucked me at his place, we got back on his bike, and he took me back to my place. I had to work that day. So, he didn’t stay over or anything. He just left. We’ve
texted a couple of times, but we haven’t been together since.
Anyway, I need to fucking focus. It’s one test after another, but so far, my grades have been good. I intend to keep them that way.
But now, that’s my bell. Fuck. I’m not answering it. I’m busy here.
There it is again. Whoever it is won’t go away. I wonder if it’s Korbin? I get up from the kitchen table, where I’ve been sitting since I began my studying. I speak into the intercom. “Yes?”
“Callie, it’s Korbin.”
I knew it. He came all the way to the north side. I told him I needed to study. I wonder if anything is wrong.
“Okay, I’ll buzz you up.”
I’m dressed in another one of my silk garments. They’re the most comfortable clothes I have, but I hope Korbin doesn’t get the wrong idea.
I open the door. “Hey, you.”
“Hey princess,” he replies.
He’s dressed in blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that, like all of his other clothes, shows off his fit body. I stand in the doorway, making him stay in one spot while we talk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, wondering what else to say to him. He knows I’m studying today.
“Oh! I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to check up on you.”
“Oh, really?” I know he has no reason to be in this neighborhood. Remember when he had told me he doesn’t like it around here?
He folds his arms, but the grin on his face tells me he’s loving the way our conversation is going.
“You gonna get that?” he says, pointing past me to my table. I then realize that my cell is ringing. I move away from the door, leaving it half open to get my phone. I look at the caller ID. It’s just my mom. She can wait.
When I turn, Korbin has let himself in and closed the door. He rushes up to me, hugs me tight and puts his lips on mine. I don’t pull away. I’m giving in to his kisses.
This is what I need. A part of me thinks. But what about your exam? Another part of me thinks.
I close my eyes to enjoy the moment, but all the diagrams, the topics, and my instructor’s voices rush into my mind. I shove Korbin away.
“I need to read. We promised not to do this until I’m done,” I remind him, hoping he understands. He sits on the chair at my table.
“I know, I know, but it’s been days now,” he says. “How about you take a break for a little bit?”
“Your timing could not be worse, Korbin. I’m serious. I have an exam tomorrow.”
I stare at him, and he stares at me. I wish he weren’t so fucking hot. “You need to leave,” I say. “We can get together tomorrow after my exam is over.”
He smiles at me, stands and moves to the door. I follow closely behind him; then he stops as if he remembers something. He turns around to talk to me.
“Just give me an hour,” he says.
And with that, he kisses me again pulling me against his hard body. He feels so good.
I pull away. “No.”
“Come on!”
“Jesus, Korbin!”
“Come on!”
“Okay, okay, one hour.” I have to admit it feels excellent that this hot guy wants me so badly.
Korbin takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom, but before we reach it, he changes directions, and we go to the chair he sat on.
It’s then that he lets go of my hand, giving me the chance to touch his handsome face. He draws me closer to his chest again, pushing my silk garments to the floor, revealing my naked body as I don’t wear panties or bras when I’m lounging at home. He touches my left breast and fondles it softly before rubbing my already hard nipple. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me off the floor and kisses me again.
Although I have a slender body, I’m always amazed at the effortless way he carries me. Still holding me, but with just one arm now, he pulls the chair out from the table, sits and puts me on his lap, facing him.
We stop kissing on the lips and now his tongue is moving its way down my neck to my breasts. I rise to make it easy for him to lick better and when he gets midway to my tummy, I move a few steps away from him to rid my legs from his.
He looks at me curiously wondering what I want to do. Well, there’s a lot to do with his body, and I’m so excited I don’t quite know where to start.
I look down at his crotch, and I can easily see how hard his dick is getting, bulging against his jeans. I unhook his belt to get to his jeans. He stands so that I can draw his pants and his underwear down to his ankles.
I fall to my knees. With his penis so hard and ready, I squeeze it, looking straight up at his eyes to see his reaction. Then I squeeze it harder moving my hand up and down his penis, increasing the speed as I do it.
Is what I’m doing getting a reaction? Oh, yeah! I can tell by the way he’s looking at me and by the way he’s breathing.
I continue a bit longer, and then I move my head down to his hard dick. First, I suck the tip of his penis, and then I lick him from the head of his dick, down to his balls, and back to the head again. I do it a few times, and he grabs my hair. I smile to myself. I love to turn him on.
It’s payback time. I think to myself. Now I’m in control.
I take his penis in and out of my mouth, as fast as I can. Can I deep-throat? Yeah, he knows I can. Most of the girls I know can’t. I can take his huge dick deep inside my mouth without chocking.
“Suck it good, Callie!”
My expert blowjob is getting him close to exploding. He grabs my head tight, guiding it as his penis moves in and out of my mouth.
But then Korbin pulls his dick out of my mouth and pulls me up to stand.
“I want to fuck you,” he says.
I don’t argue. “Okay!” I run into my bedroom to grab a condom. When I run out, Korbin is still as hard as a rock.
I hand him the condom and he puts it on. Then, once again, he lifts me off the ground, takes a seat on the chair, and then he lowers me onto his erect cock.
With my legs spread wide on his lap, and his hands on my waist, his penis fills my vagina.
I let out a soft moan as he rides me slowly and then faster and faster. My hands grip his muscular shoulders.
But Korbin lifts me off his penis, pushes some of my papers and books away, and bends me over the table, face down, with my arms spread. Now he’s in me from behind, plunging into me just as hard as he did on the chair. I let out a painful but pleasurable groan.
I’m gonna come, and I’m gonna come right now. “Fuck, Korbin!” My pussy tightens around his cock in an exquisite orgasm.
I lay there for a minute, looking at my papers and books pushed aside on the table, knowing I have to get back to them. He pulls his penis out of me.
“Now, you really need to go,” I say, picking my clothes off the floor. “I’ve got to get back to this.”
“Was it worth it or not?” He says, pulling the used condom off his dick.
I sigh. “Yes, it was worth it. Now go. We can continue with all this tomorrow night.”
He looks satisfied but also frustrated as he gets dressed. I can’t help that. I have to get back to my work.
“Have a nice day studying, babe.”
He kisses me on the cheek and then heads for my door. Before he walks out, he winks at me. I give him a smile, albeit a tired one.
17
Callie
Where am I? I should be at home, asleep, getting enough rest for my nursing test in the morning. But instead, I’m in Korbin’s neighborhood, sitting here with him. It’s about eleven at night.
After he left my place today, he got drunk at Kelly’s, the same bar where I met him months ago. He didn’t get into a fight, but the owner called me and asked me if I wanted to get him. I don’t own a car. So, I had to travel out here in a fucking cab. I’m in the back seat of the cab and Korbin is slumped over with his head against the passenger door. He’s not asleep, just drunk. At least he didn’t get into another one of his bar fights.
I’m so
sick of this. I made a mistake by getting involved with him. Now we’re headed to his apartment.
“Are you okay,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he replies, eyes closed and not looking at me.
“I don’t appreciate having to come down here like this. I have a test tomorrow, but instead, I’m down here with you.”
“Just drop me off and be on your way.”
“Is that really what you want, Korbin?”
“Yeah, that’s what I want. You and I aren’t the same. Drop me off and go home.”
“Fine, Korbin. And after I do, I never want to see you again.”
18
Korbin
There’s so much going on in the world right now. But when I think about all the shit that’s happening, I realize that all everyone wants is to be happy, to have some peace. At least that’s what I want.
Is everything about happiness? Maybe, maybe not. At least in my case, I wasn’t always happy, and I wasn’t always sad. I just was never satisfied with who I was. I hated that about myself. I would walk around acting like I was okay with everything, but I never really was. I didn’t learn any of that until I went to rehab and was forced to take a good look at myself.
It’s been eight months since Callie and I broke up. But instead of moving on to the next girl, I got help. Now, I’m doing really well. I cut alcohol from my life, and I got into anger management classes. I’m still working hard at the construction job, but I’m feeling healthier and calmer than I ever have before.
It’s around 10 in the morning, and I’m sitting back in a coffee shop, something I didn’t do before. I was always rushing around, never making time for breakfast.
Sometimes I didn’t eat until night time rolled around, and, of course, I would top it off with lots of beer or whatever else I had a taste for. Rehab showed me that my lifestyle wasn’t doing me any favors.
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