Fat Fuck 9, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-11-13. Times viewed: 4792.
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- Intro: Hot tub tramps
Two weeks went by and Becky heard nothing from Drill. Not even a text.
She was beside herself but pressed on. Keeping to her strict diet, working out at night. She did miss him. The scent of him, his deep (and amusing) obsession with her boobs. But she always knew the time would come that he’d move on. It was inevitable. She had lost weight, no longer grossing him out to the point of aroused repulsion. Putting on a brave face and hoping that bravery would sink into her mind and heart, Becky chalked up her time with Drill as luck that finally ran out.
Lying in bed at night, her body tired from working out- she missed his touch. Granted she didn’t always get a grand finale with him but at least she was held, caressed. Alone in her bed she wondered where he was. Thinking about him often but never venturing to the part of town where his gym was. Too painful of a reminder of what she was missing.
So she wrote him off. Made him into a bad guy in her head- smothering the good guy image that had become so prevalent the last couple months. Saying goodbye to an egotistical, selfish narcissist was much easier than the thoughtful, gentle and masterful man he had become in her eyes- even though he was still flawed. She would conjure up everything negative and multiply it. Let it grow. Fester. Much easier to say goodbye to that.
One good thing was that Traci had been avoiding her at work. At first it was a small thing to Becky but eventually she realized how much stress that one woman caused. Once Traci was no longer haunting Becky’s desk, she felt happier, her work was less stressful and even dieting was less painful.
Exhausted from days of trekking over snow, Drill and Gary were in the private hot tub at their rental cabin.
Days of endless white and cold, extreme physical exertion and his ipod and pulse screaming in his ears could not drown out his thoughts about Becky. Only when in precarious situations did his mind blot her out- survival instincts and adrenaline the only wavelengths in his mind.
Indulging, Drill was on his third beer and sunk neck deep into the bubbling water that perpetually steamed into the frigid night air. Eyes heavy, he dreaded getting out of the womb-like bath and walking across the deck. Gary was smirking at the sky, it made Drill wary.
“I’m going to bed,” Drill yawned and intended to sit up but was just too whupped.
Gary chuckled at him. “Yeah right.”
“I’m pruned dude,” Drill said barely moving his mouth. The doorbell rang and it jerked Drill upright. “Who the hell-“
Gary stood and patted Drill’s shoulder, “Company. Get your dick up.” He laughed as his wet feet splattered across the deck.
“Fuck,” Drill groaned quietly. He called after him, “Dude. I’m too tired!”
“Never too tired for pussy!” He opened the door and looked back at him. “I’m sick of you talking in your sleep Drill.” All playfulness fell away from Gary. “I can’t listen another night to you mumbling in your sleep about Beck.” He imitated Drill, “Oh Beck. God Beck, yes. Mmm. Hm. Oh yes Beck.” He dropped the tone, it turned serious. “She’s not your type Drill.”
“What’s my type?” Drill asked sarcastically.
Gary smiled, “What I’m about to let in the door.”
Closing his eyes, Drill groaned to himself, “Shallow and stupid and bitchy.” Looking at the starry sky he heard the mumurs of two excited women flirting with Gary. “That was my type. I like other things. I-“ Swigging the rest of the beer he shoved the thoughts from his mind. “Slutty and hot. My type. No thinking, just fucking.” Putting on his ‘player’ mode, Drill sat up and grinned at the women.
Gary walked over, his face splitting in half with a grin that said SEX. “Hey Drill, this is Marsha and Gabby.”
Gabby, the brunette, broke from Gary’s arm and slipped her pink bikini clad body into the hot tub. She wasted no time and sat on Drill’s lap.
“You’re hot,” she said breathily.
“And you’re raising my temperature even higher,” he answered smarmily, hating himself as he tugged her bikini bottom to the side. “Let’s take your temperature.” Lifting his hips, he had his trunks off in seconds. Gabby straddled him, facing Gary who was already missing his swimsuit and stepping into the tub across from them.
Gary’s date was a dirty blonde with small tits- her bikini was gone before she stepped foot into the tub. While Gabby fucked Drill, she leaned forward, her big breasts testing the string of her bikini. Gary relieved those overworked strands by removing it. His mouth found one of her dark nipples, Drill’s hand had the other.
“Gabby! You selfish bitch,” Marsha joked.
Gabby grinned, “Come on Marsha, just get in here.” Gabby was stroking Gary’s cock under the water, waiting for her friend to take over.
Marsha climbed in and Gary leaned back, letting her straddle his lap and face her friend. Drill was thinking about moving back home- never seeing Becky again. It worked for a moment but then realized he wanted to see her, at least once more.
The two women faced each other, Marsha bent forward and began kissing her friend.
“Hell yeah,” Gary groaned seeing them start to fondle each others tits. “I love it when girls play nice together.”
Drill sat back, pushing his hips forward, bringing the girls even closer together. Gabby was rolling her hips on him, her cunt gripping his dick. He was uninterested in the show but he could hear Gary cheering the girls on. Seeing the girl’s tight little ass pumping him, his cock started to soften.
Let's get this over with. If I think about Beck it'll be over quick.
He guzzled down the rest of his beer, tossed the bottle to the side and stood up. Yanking the girl off his cock, he grabbed her waist with one arm and bent her over the edge of the tub.
“Go Drill! Fuck her good!” Gary laughed as he saw his friend manhandle his date.
Drill was deaf to his noise; he was lost in a fantasy as he pointed his dick at her hole and slid in. As he fucked he could only stay hard thinking of someone else.
Beck. I love her round, big ass and her little waist.
He pounded the girl harder, she was cooing and begging for more. He didn’t hear a thing.
Beck’s pussy is so puffy, so soft. Fucking love how it feels- like it’s sucking me inside. Hungry for me.
Gary came into Drill’s line of sight, he mirrored Drill’s position, bending the other girl over the edge. Drill watched as Gary spread her cheeks, her little asshole a dark dot in the eerie green glow of the illuminated water. Gary nudged his bulbous cock knob at her hole making her squirm. Gabby looked over her shoulder and saw what was happening.
“Oh! I want you to fuck mine!” She wiggled her butt at Drill. He slapped her butt hard, making her cry out.
He made her moan when he pried her cheeks apart. Inserting a thumb in, he squeezed her cheek, opening the hole a little. Then his other thumb, grasping the other cheek, slid into her ass. She purred as he continued to fuck her cunt, his thumbs slowly pulling her asshole open. Drill was fascinated with his task, Gary was lost in his own fuck.
Drill pressed her hips underwater, wondering if her hole was taking water in. He smiled to himself, remembering the time he gave Becky an enema. How cute Becky was to him, her jokes. He pulled the girl’s hole wider- so wide she tried to get away.
“Ow! That hurts!” She yelled at him over her shoulder.
That got Gary’s attention. Seeing Drill opening a tunnel, Gary stuck his finger between Drill's thumbs, slipping into Gabby’s ass.
“Now darlin’, this should feel good.” He began stroking her asshole, Drill’s cock still pumping at her pussy. After a couple minutes Gary asked him, “You gonna fuck her ass or not?”
Drill pulled Gary’s finger out and tossed his hand, making Gary laugh. “Bet I can make her come before you do yours,” Drill threatened.
Gary snickered, grabbed Marsha’s hips and hollered, “Hold tight bitch! I’m gonna fuck the hell outta you!” The race began. At least on Gary’s side, Drill was just hoping to distract him, he wanted to go back to fantasizing about Becky. Marsha was grunting as Gary slammed into her.
“Faster!” Gabby called to Drill. He sighed and complied, throwing in harder pumps too.
The sound of water splashing, four adults grunting and skin smacking into skin was a collection of sexual sounds.
Beck on the exercise bike with her ass hanging off the back. Oh god. My dick was so hard. It was so hot when she was pedaling, I could feel her muscles pump my dick in so many ways. She was so cute with her big tits on her lap, those giant things must weigh a ton. I loved seeing my come sliding out of her. She felt like she was mine when I saw that.
Drill’s orgasm was close- he was hoping he could hold off, but if he kept the current pace he was going to end. He kept the pace and filled her cunt with come. Then he slowed, released her asshole and reached around her, aggressively rubbing her clit. It was the magic button- she made the sounds of a climax on the brink.
“Oooh!” Marsha groaned, “I’m coming. Don’t stop!” Instead of stopping Gary pounded her harder. “YES!” She screamed as she came, Gary let himself come, filling her asshole with white, warm threads.
“Dammit!” Gabby croaked. Drill reached out his other hand and twisted her tit- it was the final push. He forced himself to keep fucking even though it was tickling his sensitive cock. “God, yeah. Ooo!” Her legs kicked and her hands tightened on the lip of the tub. Drill immediately stopped and pulled out. Holding her in place, he watched to see his come leak out. She smiled at him over her shoulder, “Wanna see a cream pie?” He nodded and she flexed, his come slowly oozed from her swollen cunt.
Drill sighed. He felt no ownership. No bond. Just empty like his balls. Grabbing another beer, he climbed out of the hot tub, his spectacular nude body on display- the girls were enthralled as they watched him walk across the deck. He never looked at them, but spoke over his shoulder, “Going to bed. Goodnight Gary. Thanks ladies.”
Maybe I’ll sleep better tonight. Maybe I won’t dream of her. I’ll think of that hot piece of ass.. but the entire time I was fucking her I was thinking of Beck.
He sighed, chugged the beer, used the john and went to bed. Hoping he didn’t dream at all.
On the thirty second day Becky got a text.
w/o @ 9
She stared at it, thinking she might be imagining things. Worried she may be nuts, she texted back.
With who?
Me
no need. Jogging.
Is that what u have been doing since I’ve been gone?
Yes
C U @ 9
Why?
2 w/o. Change it up. 9.
She was miffed at his arrogance but wanted to know where he’d been. The least he could do was make it official that they weren’t going to see one another again. Show her a small courtesy and call it off to her face.
At 9:00 Becky was dressed and ready but sitting on her bed, thinking it was a mistake to see him. Thinking it would be foolish to reopen the barely healing wounds, she stayed put.
Her phone rang, she answered it but said nothing.
“Hey,” he said quietly. Drill was fully aware of how shitty he had behaved. Ditching her for a month with no word why, or how long he’d be gone or if he would ever call again.
“Where’ve you been?” He heard the hurt and anger in the question and couldn’t blame her. His anxiety turned into nausea, Drill worried she wouldn’t see him.
“I’ll tell you once we’re at the gym.”
“I’m going to go jogging.”
“You need to change things up.”
“I do change things up.”
Damn. This isn’t going well. “I was hoping to..” He could almost hear Becky tensing up. “I’ve missed seeing you workout. Come on Beck. At least one more time.”
Shit. One more time? What am I, stupid? I missed her and now-
“The last time?” She asked tentatively.
“The last time? I sure as hell hope n- Beck. Let’s just work out. Come on. I missed seeing my star pupil.”
“Star pupil?” she murmured to herself.
“Yeah, come on out or I’ll come in and get you.” She hung up. Drill didn’t know what it meant but he waited, sure enough he saw her come out the front door of her house.
Becky was quiet during the ride over and during stretches. She had missed Drill’s assistance, his firm, constant pressure had increased her flexibility. Without it she had regressed.
“You’ve stiffened up some,” Drill noted, Becky nodded. “Haven’t you been-“
“Everyday. I just can’t go as far without you helping me.”
“Oh, I thought you’d be able to keep that up on your own,” he said while he lightly set his knees onto her shoulders to help her touch her toes. For the rest of the stretches Drill was gentle, encouraging her as she counted the holds.
She didn’t like the implication she hadn’t been working hard in his absence, it hurt her feelings. She’d thought he might have left her from being upset over the sudden lull in her progress. Even though his touches felt forgiving, Becky was feeling like a failure. Every night that had passed in the last month she felt worse. Every day only added to her misery. The plateau had become an endless plain of frustration and Becky was doing her best to hold her emotions in check.
Second circuit into the ball exercises, Drill had all he could handle of the silence. In the middle of an ab crunch, Becky was startled when Drill said, “I- I went to the Alps. I went ice face climbing, snowboarding and cross country skiing.”
Not slowing her pace, Becky asked, “Ice climbing?”
“Yes, it’s challenging and very dangerous.”
He watched as she frowned. “That’s so dangerous. Why- Um. Hope you had fun. Skiing and hiking, that sounds like fun.” She tried to end it on a positive note.
Drill couldn’t believe the expression on her face. Even though it was difficult to see with the blindfold, he could still make out the deeply etched concern. It staggered him for a moment.
She’s worried about me that much?
He wanted to erase that worry. “I’m okay Beck. It was lots of hard work and I froze my nuts off.“ She didn’t smile, he tried harder. “Blue balls takes on a whole new meaning when you’re that cold.” She gave an obligatory smile. Drill was flustered, “It’s okay Beck. It is dangerous but I’ve been doing it for eight years and my buddy’s been doing it for eleven.” The trainer voice interjected, “Squats and hold for fifteen.”
“Hold on rise or above fall?”
“Uh, high rise hold.” Today he wasn’t patting the muscles she needed to be squeezing, today he found his hands caressing her limbs. Drill was unable to contain himself, “Beck? Are you all right?”
She nodded and tried to make herself appear neutral. Drill was noticing everything this evening. He was kneeling beside her when he suddenly swung his knee over her waist and grasped her shoulders.
Her face twisted, she gasped, “Am I doing it wrong?”
Oh shit! She looks likes she’s about to cry! What did I do? Am such a fucking prick I-
“No, no, you’re doing great. Really good.” She relaxed a little but not enough. “We’re doing a full session before we have sex, I- I just..” Now she started to slightly squirm. He blurted, “Are you upset with me? Are you mad?”
Despite the fact her eyes were covered, her head bowed. Drill sucked air through his teeth. He hated feeling this way- that he had hurt her. A strange circumstance considering how things started out.
“I-“ she said it so quietly Drill leaned in, his ear an inch from her lips. He gently shook her, hoping to jar it loose. “I thought maybe you’d..you were done with me.”
“No! I-“ Eyes wide Drill couldn’t believe his own thoughts.
He had missed her. Deeply.
It’s one thing to have illicit sex but to see this young woman fight to please me by pushing herself in ways she’s never tried…I’ve trained the spoiled, lazy and motivated but not one client I’ve ever known has been as tenacious as her. I missed her verve. Her quiet strength that never seeks pity.
“I should have called. Should have..left a message saying where I was. Forgive me?”
Becky started at that, eyebrows shooting over the top of the blindfold. “Oh. I’m sorry Drill I didn’t mean- don’t be sorry. You were on vacation and-“
“No. I am sorry I didn’t tell you. It was rude and..I should have told you Beck. Forgive me?”
“Nothing to forgive.” She tried to restart her reps but he pressed himself against her. Confused, she asked, “Am I supposed to lift you while-“
“No! No.” A groaning chuckle grumbled from his mouth. “No, Beck, I was trying to apologize for not letting you know where I was. It won’t happen again.”
“Oh.” She nervously bit her lip.
“What’s the matter?”
“When I reach my goal.. Will you be done with me?”
“Hadn’t thought of that.” He sagged, sitting on her lap, his hands slipping to her slimmer hips.
Blindly seeking him, she patted his upper arm and put on a false smile, “It’s okay. You don’t have to keep doing this.” Becky was sick saying that, terrified he would agree. Drill was confused. “Let me get back to work- I bet you have a date to-“
“No date. Just you.” Fuck! That didn’t sound right. And I can see how I fucked it up by the look on her face. “You’re my date. Three to four times a week.”
A different red colored her face, this red had nothing to do with exertion of the physical sort. Becky was blushing. Drill was a little pink himself, glad she couldn’t see how pleased he was with her reaction.
“Oh.” Fingers knotted together on her belly, she wriggled with discomfort. Biting her inner cheeks hard, she was fighting a smile.
Look at her. Trying not to smile. She’s so cute. Actually, she’s more than that. Even more than pretty. She’s thinned down so much. She looks great.
She was happy he was back, happy to be with him even if it was just for a little while. Her smile couldn’t be contained any longer- it broke free.
Oh. She’s beautiful.
She felt a warm fingertip steal lightly across her mouth. Her lips parted and Drill touched the moist inner part of the lower one. Becky was breathing heavy, Drill was breathing deep. He leaned in.
Drill found himself kissing Becky for the first time. Becky’s arms straightened downward with shock as Drill pinned her to the ball with the tight embrace of his arms. At first she was scared as she had been the first day they’d met, but the heat soon burned the fear into ash.
Murmurs of incoherent words were spilling from Drill. Even his kiss showed strength. He quickly worked on opening her mouth with his, his tongue eager to pierce her. Becky had never French kissed before and was instantly dizzy, thankful she was already on the floor- not that Drill would have let her fall, his grip was steel.
After nearly a minute of wild kissing, Drill gasped into her face as he smothered it with kisses, “Beck, I haven’t kissed anyone like- like that in years.” He dove for another and Becky was more than willing. Still too timid to touch him, her hands were clenched into fists pressing into the floor. He pulled away, panting, “Why haven’t we done that-? Why haven’t I, uh-“ Bewildered, Becky shrugged. The side of his face pressed to hers he sighed, “Mmmm. I missed you Beck.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek, “A bunch. Missed your sweet face.”
She giggled, “Can’t say I’ve missed yours, never seen it.” He chuckled. “All superheroes have to keep their identity a secret.” He laughed. “At least I know you have a gym not a bat cave.”
Another thing I missed. Her humor.
“You are my hero Drill,” she said plainly. “Really. I couldn’t have..I went to my cousins wedding two weeks ago. I was going to wear my usual dressy dress but it was way too big.” She bit her lip as she smiled giddily. Drill adored the expression. “I bought a dress. A red one. My Auntie went shopping with me. Helped me choose new clothes. Said the dress was..” He thought it was darling how shy she was. “Sexy. I had real high heels.” She was so excited, so elated that his chest swelled with pride on her behalf. “But..what made me really feel..” She wasn’t keen on bragging. So accustomed to having someone shoot her down, instead she veered away. “I felt comfortable for once. It was nice.” She nodded, a prim smile on her mouth. “Yeah, it was nice.”
“That’s great to hear Beck, great.” Drill knew she had edited herself so he’d try questions. “Was there dancing?” The smile cracked her face, she nodded. “Did you dance?” She nodded again, her cheeks turning red. “Did you feel as sexy as you look?” Her head snapped back, unable to fathom what he said. Seeing her shock, he leaned in and lightly kissed her jaw. Grazing his lips over her cheek he whispered into her skin, “You are sexy. I can only imagine seeing you in your new red dress. Seeing your strong legs in- What color were your shoes?”
“B-b-black.” Becky was trembling, not sure how to feel. Not trusting her instincts.
“How many men asked you to dance Beck?” He was kissing her neck and jaw. Small kisses.
“Four. No one’s ever asked before. I usually leave right after the meal but I didn’t eat and they..two of them were friends. Said I was..”
“Say it Beck. Say it.”
She whispered in disbelief, “They said I was pretty.” She bit her lip as if she had been caught in a lie.
“Did you believe them?”
“No, but I thought it was nice. They were nice.”
“And the two other men?”
“They were nice too. One even..he even gave me his phone number. He asked my Auntie for mine.”
Drill felt a pang of jealousy, his lips stopped moving on her skin. “And?”
“Uh, what?”
He sat up and asked, “Has he called?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you-?” He was holding her upper arms, not wanting to know but unable to stop himself. “Are you-? Do you have a date Beck?”
“Yeah. We’re going to lunch Wednesday. He works a couple blocks from me.”
Becky was confused by his silence. She couldn’t see the conflict on Drill’s face.
I missed her, finally admitted it and now she’s living like I hoped she would. Why aren’t I happy? Because if she starts seeing someone she will stop seeing me.
A bittersweet smile on his face, he kissed her softly on the mouth. “I’m happy for you Beck. You’re living life.”
Happy for her, unhappy for me. I’m so damn ambivalent. What do I expect? I’ve concealed pretty much all of myself from her and yet I know so much about her. Intimate things but I’m a stranger to her.
“Oh!” He snickered, “I forgot where we were. Did you want to call it a night?” When Becky shook her head Drill smiled at her, proud of her decision. He kidded, “Get to work then!”
Becky smirked, “Were you planning on moving?”
“Try it.” Drill got on his knees and Becky lifted her hips. “Resistance training. Push. Great. Eight more.”
The regimen wore on, Drill did his best to wear Becky out. He was surprised. She must have been working hard in his absence. Weighted belts, wristlets and anklets were added. The workout lasted longer than usual since he had to monitor her, to see how much further she had gone.
Through most of the night Drill touched her. A hand caressing her- limb, torso, buttocks. Becky had missed having him push her for the last month. She’d felt stale and that she didn’t work as hard without him. Drill was beside himself, wanting to commend and kiss her after every exercise, impressed at her progress. He allowed his hands to wander and caught himself leaning close to kiss her a half dozen times, pulling away at the last second.
Too much. What’s wrong with me? I knew I missed her but this much?
Gazing at her, his hands stroking the back of her right thigh and buttock as she did leg lifts, he wanted nothing more than to strip her down slowly and touch every inch of her. Originally he thought he’d bang her hard but seeing her now that became secondary.
Halfway through assisting her stretches, he had had all he could handle. She was sitting on the floor, touching her toes when he kneeled beside her. When she sat up he didn’t go for her shirt like he usually did, his hand held her chin to turn her face toward him. Her anxiety was evident in her stiff turn.
“Come here,” he said softly. “It’s just me.”
Just me. I want to be more than a just in her life.
He lightly brushed his lips over hers, back and forth, back and forth. Their breaths were steadily increasing. His tongue flicked her lip making her gasp, it slipped into her mouth. His hands held her head tight to his as his tongue invaded, swirling over hers, inviting it to dance. It answered, following his lead it visited his mouth when his retreated. So enthralled with her boldness, he groaned and pulled at her shirt, desperate to have her.
“Mmm Beck. Beck,” he gasped into her mouth as he stripped her, breaking away only long enough to let the shirt pass then he reconnected. Fumbling with her bra, he pulled away to see better. Becky touched his hands, letting him know she’d take care of it. Reaching behind herself, she lifted her head hoping he’d kiss her again. Seeing her offering he didn’t hesitate. It was no time to tease, not when she seemed so vulnerable, not when he felt so vulnerable. Lips twisting, Becky removed her bra, Drill’s hands immediately seeking what he had missed the last month. “Oh yes,” he growled as his fingers found those large nipples he loved so much. “Fuck’s sake I-“ lifting a breast he was on top of her, both hands gripping the one globe as his mouth carried out a flurry of actions.
“You really like them, don’t you?” She asked quietly.
“Fuck yes Beck. I’m..I love them.” She happily stroked his head and shoulders as he took his time. The sound of wet suction and Drill’s breathing were loud and inconsistent. Sometimes he was panting, other moments he sighed. Eventually the throbbing in his pecker got his attention. Mouth still glued to her breast, he untied her shorts and reluctantly released the nipple to pull them off her legs. He hovered over her on all fours, Becky untied his track pants and pushed them down. His cock barely made it out before he was between her legs and shoving into her. “Fuck. Fuck yes. Hell Beck. I-“
You can’t tell her you picked up some slut at the lodge. That snob was so demanding. I don’t mind instructions but I’m not into the pissy bitch or the dom type. And the one I did from the grocery store the other day.. I just wish-
“Come on Beck, show me what you want. Grab me, touch me sweetie. Okay?”
She nodded apprehensively but rubbed his back. Realizing he was still wearing his shirt she tugged on it. He pulled his cock out of her and moved so she could take it off, elated she was undressing him. Once it was gone her hands wandered his pecks for the first time causing her to gasp.
“Yes Beck, oh god, yes,” he groaned, realizing he’d been needing her to touch him. “More. God Beck, I-“ she tweaked his nipples and he cried out, “BECK!” Frantic to be in her, he forced himself between her legs. “Beck, I-“ so frenzied, his aim was off, randomly poking at her slit, “Beck, oh, dammit.” Sensing his wild need, she tilted her hips and he slid in with a sigh that sounded more like a moan. His whole body melted for a moment.
Where I want to be. Here.
Picking up his head to look at her, he wished to unveil her eyes.
No. Not yet. Not like this. Not when I’m so..confused. I’m not thinking right. I’m not. I’m jealous and just spent a month traveling with another guy and screwing two nobodies- no. Can’t tonight. Let’s see how this plays out.
Becky’s hands had stopped moving. Nervous she’d done something wrong. Seeing her mood change, Drill felt guilty.
“It’s all right Beck, it’s-“ he kissed her, hoping it was the reassurance she needed. As impassioned as it was it wasn’t enough to encourage her. “Show me you missed me Beck. Please.” Another kiss and her hands slid over his back, down his ribs and landed on his buttocks. He groaned with delight. “Yeah Beck. Yes.” He mumbled to himself, “She wants me,” he slowly began to thrust, “me.”
It was a gradual build of heat. Consciously moving slow, Drill wanted to stoke her fire. Wanted to make her ask for more. Ask him to try to put more of himself into her. Wanting him deeper. Hovering over her in the pushup position, he arched his back and flexed his hips as sinuous as a serpent. Watching waves of pleasure washing over her face, Drill was feeling something new wash over him- deep affection.
I feel clouded. That’s all. I want her to look at me. Oh god I want her to see me.
He reached for the blindfold and when his finger curled under it she grabbed it.
“No,” she gasped, “not now, like this. Please Drill.”
It stung but he understood. She lifted his hand and kissed it, letting him know it was okay. But it wasn’t to him. It wasn’t okay. He was befuddled.
Fuck it. You’re messed up. Too much high altitude has dwindled your brain. Have sex and call it a night.
A goal in mind, the tenderness was booted out. Drill got down to business. Thrusts became mechanical, going for her orgasm so he wouldn’t shoulder anymore guilt. A precise fucking machine, he dug for the angle and knew he hit it when she squealed.
Yeah. Right there girl. I know what you want. I know what you need. You need a proper fuck and workout. That’s all I’ve got to offer and that’s all you’re gonna get but it’s still a lot.
He served that ‘lot’ up in each thrust. Pounding into her soft flesh, making her gasp. The near maniacal sneer on his face was pure determination. To prove she needed him. To make that point loud and clear. To make her see it. Make it her doctrine.
Becky felt his change, the fucking appeared as hostile as the first time he had her. This time the sensations weren’t blind with surprise- they were well aware of where she stood. There was no shock to cover her instincts, her feelings. The orgasm was mechanical- she groaned and bucked. The moment she crossed the finish line Drill changed the tempo to make himself come. Just a few more harsh stabs and his spine curled his head toward the ceiling, his chest forcing a growl as he filled her with his mess.
During his end Becky felt for her clothes, she wanted out as soon as possible. When he sagged on her to catch his breath she carefully rolled to her side to rid herself of him.
Drill’s mind was void of thought or feeling, as empty as his balls. Sprawled on his back, he didn’t notice Becky quickly dressing. Fully clothed and still blindfolded, she tried to feel her way to a wall. She stumbled on the footing of a shoulder press but righted herself.
“Oh!” Drill sat up, his mind still in a fog. “I’ll help. Sorry I wasn’t thinking.”
She stood silent and waiting, her back to him. His hand settled between her shoulder blades and guided her to the car. Neither spoke on the drive to her house. Both lost in their thoughts, thinking of what this relationship was.
A friendship or a partnership? Cold or warm? Was it purely clinical? What the fuck is this?
The car stopped at her corner and she slid off the blindfold as she opened the door, dropping it on the dashboard without a word. She shut the door and walked home.
It was cold outside. She was cold inside. A perfect match.
Neither one of them slept much that night. Thinking too much about how this would end. It certainly wasn’t something to do endlessly. It couldn’t really become a friendship if they hid from one another. Becky too afraid to have feelings, and Drill too afraid to admit he had them.
To be continued…
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