It had been a week since Jennifer and I had our little fling. I was driving down the road, windows down letting the wind sling my hair around and thinking. I was still confused about why I had reacted the way I had to Jennifer. She made me feel things I had never felt before. It was like an ember in my belly eating its way down to my toes. I had to try again to see if it had been real or just a fluke. I needed her to care, not just casually either.
I hadn’t talked to Jennifer in a week. She had called me several times and sent a few messages to see if I was okay but I was too confused and worried to answer. I knew she was off work on the weekends so I drove straight to her home. Jennifer’s car was in the drive as I pulled up. I got out and went to knock on the door.
“Hi Joyce” Jennifer’s voice was quite and a little hesitant as she opened the door. “Hey” was all I said in return. She moved aside to let me in and I walked into the living room. Jennifer closed the door and followed me. I stopped in the middle of the floor and turned to Jennifer. “Do you really think of me that way?” I asked, my voice coming out a little hurt. “Have you always thought of me as a whore?” My lips trembled on the last word.
Jennifer walked up to me until we were nose to nose. She reached down and cupped me firmly. “Aren't you? Because I think that’s exactly what you are.” She grabbed my neck and kissed me, pressing so hard that I had to open my mouth or risk cutting my lips on my teeth. She licked into the seam of my mouth. It was as if she was trying to climb inside of my mouth and devour me from the inside. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think as she kissed me. My vision was swirling and my nerves were on fire and my knees gave out so that the only thing keeping me upright was her hands.
Jennifer broke the kiss and I gasped for air. She pulled me to her so that we were pressed close as two people could be with all their clothes on. Her hands were strong and I felt so vulnerable and small compared to her. It wasn’t her physical size that intimidated me. It was the enormous emotional space she was occupying in my head. She was a huge presence and I was suddenly afraid of what she might do.
Her beautiful green eyes grabbed and held mine so I couldn’t look away. She flashed her teeth but it wasn’t a smile. She bared her teeth at me and leaned in, biting my lower lip. She pulled away and I moaned low and breathy. She pierced me with those intense eyes of hers and leaned in until my entire vision swam green and we were breathing so close that every breath was as intimate as the deepest kiss. I felt her lips move against mine as she said “You are my little whore Joyce. Mine and nobody else you hear?”
Her words triggered something in me because the next thing I knew I was all over her. My hands sought flesh and my lips left wet trails down her neck. She backed us up to the couch, still in control despite my ferocity. I was all hands and teeth and tongue our clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. Jennifer arched up off the couch and her voice rang out into the air, clear and sharp. Her strong warm hands guided me and I gave in to her desire. I felt the tension build inside her until she was strung tight and quivering with it. I bared my teeth and that small hint of violence snapped the tension inside her and she screamed loud and her hands in my hair pulled painfully tight.
We lay there all tangled limbs and loose muscles exchanging small caresses and intimate little kisses. Where she had been all hard and demanding, now she was soft and sweet. “Just because I know your nature doesn’t mean I don’t value you as a person Joyce.” Jennifer was all serious now, her eyes boring into me, as intense as ever. I shivered and pushed even closer to her warm skin. She put a hand in my hair and sighed. I felt better knowing that all these emotions were real and that I hadn’t been mistaken about Jennifer’s intent. She was control personified but it was amazing when translated to sex. She knew just how to handle me to make it amazing and intimate but also rough and dominating. That perfect balance between fear and lust, pain and pleasure.
A few minutes went by and then Jennifer slid her hands over my skin and I pushed my body up into her caress. She kissed my neck and I shivered, goose bumps appearing on my flesh. Her chuckle was low and it made that swooping feeling low in my belly rear its lovely exciting head. I was suddenly breathing harder and my hips seemed to move of their own accord. She nibbled at my ear. the entire front of her pressed to the back of me.
I was moaning now and she drew other more primal noises from my mouth. High yodeling fricatives and low grunts with small straining silences as my body reached for that peak and was denied again and again. I begged her, unable to form sentences as she played sweet hard music on my body. I kept saying please even though I couldn’t exactly explain what I was begging for.
Jennifer’s breath was loud in my ear and suddenly, as I was nearly in tears, my body bowed nearly to breaking, she moved her hands and I screamed her name. My body was a quivering mess of flesh and sweat and other more intimate body fluids. Through it all Jennifer held me. Her strong hands kept me from flying away from my body and disappearing into darkness. After, she held me and whispered sweet meaningless words into my ear as her hands moved over me sending tingles and shivers through my body.
As I felt my body slipping into the throes of sleep I felt so satisfied and even stranger, I felt safe in Jennifer’s arms. I snuggled closer and let sleep take me.
