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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME III

A Novel

by R.C. Mather



- 27 -

THE GIRL IS IN CHARGE



I was sitting on the floor of Alex's apartment on Sunday evening,
reading "Steppenwolf." It was a dark and grim read, almost too
depressing even for me. I had the television on for background noise,
and I kept on getting distracted.

Alex was at a Little Sisters meeting, and had left me to my own
devices, promising she would stop at the grocery store and pick up
something for our dinner on her way back. Pru and Meaghan weren't
coming back from Daytona until the next morning, and Savannah was
studying in her room again, so I was a little surprised when I heard
a key in the lock of the door.

I looked up, and Erin Hughes was at the door, looking as surprised
to see me as I was to see her.

"Hey," I said.

She smiled and closed the door. "What are you doing here? Where's
Alex?" she asked.

"She's at a meeting," I said. "She'll be back later." I waved my
book toward her. "I was just doing some light reading."

She strode over and took the book from my hand. She examined the
cover, and then riffled through the pages. "Light reading? It looks
pretty heavy to me," she said. "Why are you reading Hesse?"

I shrugged and took back the book when Erin held it out to me. "It
sounded interesting."

She sat down beside me. "You do have a dark and introspective side
to you, Sean. I can see how you might be drawn to Hesse's writing."

I always struggled against being typed, and my defensive mechanism
flared up. "I also like the Go-Go's," I said.

"I didn't say your whole psyche was dark," said Erin. Then she
leaned back and looked at me critically. "Really, Sean? The Go-Go's?"

I tried to hold my serious look, but I couldn't do it for long.
Holding back a laugh that's determined to escape is like trying to
convince Westy his consumptive lifestyle was bad for him. Couldn't be
done, and so I finally let go and began to laugh. Erin smiled at me,
wondering if I really was just pulling her leg, and then she joined
in and laughed with me.

"Hey, how did you get back from the airport?" I asked.

"I took a cab," she said. "I knew Alex was going to be busy tonight."

"Oh."

She slapped her forehead. "I could have left my keys with you,
though. I didn't even think about it."

"Sure, I would have picked you up," I said. "I might have even given
True a bath." I set my book down. "What about your roommate? Couldn't
she have picked you up?"

"Miranda? No, I don't think so. You've never met my roommate, have
you?"

"No. Don't you like her?"

"Oh, she's very nice," said Erin with a laugh. "But she's the
ditziest girl I've ever met."

"Really? I've met some really ditzy girls," I said.

"So have I," she said, "but Miranda is the queen."

I felt like I was in a Johnny Carson routine, but I just couldn't
help myself. I could almost hear an audience asking with me, "How
ditzy is she?"

Erin laughed. She, too, recognized the old comedy routine, and she
fell right into its rhythm. "Why, she's so ditzy... she thinks
jumping to conclusions is an aerobic exercise!"

We both laughed, and Erin plopped down onto the couch. I leaned back
against the couch, still sitting on the floor, and I turned a little
so I could look at her while we chatted.

"She's not blonde, by any chance, is she?" I asked teasingly.

"Hey!" Erin's eyes narrowed. "I would tread lightly, if I were you."

I held my hands up in mock self-defense. "I was just asking," I
pleaded. "I wasn't making any judgments."

"Right, you weren't," she muttered. But behind her severe
expression, Erin was trying not to smile.

"So how was your break?"

"Oh, it was okay, a little boring," she said. "Not many of my
friends were around. It was kind of a long week, with nothing much to
do." She glanced at me, and then did a double take. She stared into
my eyes. "Hey. You and Alex had sex, didn't you?"

'How did girls know these things? I would never figure them out.'

I tried bluffing. "What makes you think..."

"That hussy," muttered Erin. "Well, I'll just have to remedy that
situation."

I was about to ask her what she meant, but she didn't give me a
chance. She stood up abruptly. I thought she was going to storm out.
'Is she mad at me? Was she pissed at Alex?' She reached out her hand,
and I unthinkingly reached up for it. She hauled me to my feet and
began pulling me out of the room.

"Uh... Erin, where are we going?" I asked. When she began pulling me
toward the hallway I thought I knew, but I was a little afraid of the
answer.

She spared me for a moment by not answering. Instead, she pulled me
down the hall and into Alex's room. She spun me around and pushed me
backwards, and I fell on my back onto Alex's bed. Erin jumped onto
the bed and straddled me. She bent over and began to kiss me.

I put my hands on her arms, intending to push her away, but instead
I ended up grasping her upper arms and holding her in place. She was
hot, and her kisses were hotter. 'What, me complain? Not very damn
likely.'

Her hands were holding the sides of my head as she concentrated on
kissing me, her lips active and her tongue peeking out to tease me.
'This girl knows how to get me going,' I thought raggedly as she took
complete control of our situation.

Erin's tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me with its
parrying, and it was all I could do not to growl at her, grab her,
and throw her over onto the bed. I had the sense that would not be
particularly welcomed, though, so I contented myself to letting her
take the lead for the moment. I was wanted to see where she would go,
even as my male ego indicated a confidence in predicting the
conclusion.

The ground rules were established: Erin was in charge, and she knew
it. She sat up and looked down at me, smiling. She scooted down a
little, so that she was sitting on my knees. She reached for the
buckle of my belt and began to thread the end through. She pulled on
the end to release it, and she pulled the ends loose. She unsnapped
and unzipped my cutoffs, and I watched as she concentrated. Her smile
had faded as she worked on undoing my shorts, but her fingers
betrayed her eagerness.

Finally she was able to jerk open the fly of my cutoffs. She
shimmied off the bed so she could grasp the waistband of my shorts
and pulled them off my legs. I lay there quietly, now down to my t-
shirt and my underwear, and I waited for her next move.

"Mmmmm," she hummed as she sat back for a moment, contemplating the
scene before her. I was hers to manipulate, and she was quite aware
of it. She leaned forward and grasped the elastic waistband of my
briefs and began tugging them down. She had to pull the front away
from my hard cock, standing up bold and proud, but she was careful
not to touch it with her hand. She was still saving that pleasure.

I lifted up my butt to assist her in the removal of my underwear.
She shucked them off my legs and let them fall to the floor before
settling back again. She just looked at me for a few minutes, a
delighted smile on her pretty face, and then she reached for my t-
shirt. She began yanking it up my body, so I sat up and let her pull
it off me. She held it up by two fingers and, looking into my eyes,
let it drop, almost ceremoniously, to the floor.

I was naked, on my back on Alex's bed, and Erin was still fully
clothed, settled back and sitting on my knees. I put my hands behind
my head, in a posture much more nonchalant than I felt, and watched
her looking at me. Her gaze traveled the length of my body, stopping
for just a moment at my hard cock. I felt it twitch under her gaze,
but then she raised her eyes slowly, looking me over, until she
looked into my eyes.

She reached up and pulled her ash-blonde hair out of its ponytail.
She shook her head once, letting her naturally wavy hair fall loosely
to her shoulders, and then she bent over my middle, propping herself
up on her hands at my sides. I thought she was going to take me in
her mouth, and my cock twitched in anticipation, but she did
something even more sensuous. She slowly moved her head from side to
side, letting her soft hair brush against my pulsing cock. The
whispery contact made my blood run faster. I wanted to reach down and
force her mouth onto my cock, which was so hard now it felt like it
was cramping, but I resisted. 'Let the girl do what the girl wants to
do,' I told myself, though it was a struggle not to help her along.

Erin glanced up at me a couple of times, perhaps making sure I was
paying attention. 'Oh, yes, I'm paying attention, all right.' She bent
a little lower and stuck out her tongue. She began at the base of my
cock, on the exposed underside, and she slowly licked up my length,
all the way to the head. She licked around the helmet a couple of
times, spreading saliva, but she stayed away from the tip of my
throbbing cock, with its pre-cum leaking and beginning to coat the
head. Instead, she started over again, licking the tender skin of my
scrotum and working slowly back up again.

Only after she had completely moistened the shaft with her tongue
did she finally take it in her hand. She grasped my pole and held it
as she used her tongue and lips to taste and tease my balls. She
pulled on my cock to lift up my sac so she could take each testicle
into her mouth, her tongue always in motion on my skin. I watched
dazedly, my brain not able to focus on Erin and watch the internal
fireworks she was provoking at the same time.

She worked her way back up my steely shaft, and finally she took the
head into her mouth. Her tongue began to wash off the exudate. I
groaned and closed my eyes, surrendering to the intense pleasure she
was imparting to me as she began sucking on the head of my cock as
she was laving me. Her left hand held my shaft tightly near the base,
and her right hand moved up the inside of my thigh, causing my legs
to jerk a little in sympathetic response. Her fingers tickled along
my skin, moving steadily northward, until I felt her gently cup my
balls. As she caressed them, she allowed more of my cock to slide
into the depth of her mouth. She kept a tight seal with her lips,
letting the moisture she had left on my shaft before provide
lubrication, and she sucked on me hard enough to make her cheeks cave
in.

She started working her mouth up and down my shaft hard, letting her
lips run along my skin as she worked me in and out. She still held
onto the base, as if she was trying to be careful of how deeply she
let my cock get. I was starting to sweat a little as she got me
worked up. I was feeling kind of bad that she was doing all the work,
and I was receiving all the pleasure, but I just couldn't seem to get
it together enough to dislodge her, sit up, and convince her to take
her clothes off and join me on the bed. She was just so damned...
good at what she was doing. She may have only been nineteen, but her
mouth was very experienced, and I was fortunate to be the recipient.

I did finally go as far as letting my arms drop down toward her, and
I put my left hand on the side of her head. I wanted her to feel the
contact, feel the appreciation flow from me, through my fingertips,
and into her brain.

Erin grunted, let go of my cock, grabbed my hand, and pulled it to
the back of her head. She pushed against my hand with hers, seemingly
forcing her mouth down even more onto my cock. She looked up at me
with pleading eyes, and I understood. I took my right hand and
grabbed a fistful of her hair, and with my left I pushed her down.
She feigned resisting me, making me push on the back of her head a
little harder, but I could feel her eagerness through her mouth on my
cock as she was pushed down and I delved deeper.

I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and she was
working to take even more of me. It was a game, and I willingly
participated. I pulled her up by her hair, until I felt her lips
around just the head of my cock, and then I pushed her face back
down, until I was at the entrance to her throat again. Erin moaned,
well into her role as the giver, and I was pleased to play my part as
the taker. I began to fuck her mouth, pulling her head up and down on
my cock, letting her talented lips and tongue move me up. She began
to hesitate on the downstroke, changing the rhythm, until, at last, I
felt her throat work, and she took me all the way. Her lips were
wrapped around my cock at the base, and my shaft was fully encased in
her mouth and partway down her throat. It was the most exquisite
feeling, and I nearly lost it right there.

She was having a little trouble breathing, however, and she had to
back off. I guided her off, and she let my cock flop out of her mouth
as she gasped for air. I let go of her head, and she went back to
licking off the strands of saliva that were running down me, keeping
up her constant barrage. Her hand began squeezing my testicles, her
fingers tickling the sensitive skin between my legs, increasing the
pressure I was feeling.

Once she had caught her breath a little, she plunged back down on my
cock. She was really into it, and I just rested my hands on her head.
She was going at her own pace, and our pretense of force was done.
She took me all the way again, backed off, and did it again. She
sucked on the head occasionally and jacked me with her hand, but
mostly what she did was fuck my cock with her talented mouth.

I distractedly thought about how I should be reciprocating, or at
least offering to give her a measure of the pleasure she was
imparting to me, but Erin, the lady in charge, didn't seem to want
for anything besides my cock in her mouth. I tried sitting up and
reaching for the hem of her shirt, thinking I would be able to at
least take it off so I could have access to her upper body, but she
insistently pushed me back down with the top of her head against my
stomach, never relinquishing the pressure of her lips on my cock.
'Okay, sweetie, it's your show.'

Obviously, Erin wanted no distractions. She was an artist, I was the
fortunate recipient of her performance, and the climax of this drama
was drawing near. I could feel my core muscles beginning to tighten
up in anticipation, and I began to gasp. Erin felt it, too, and
redoubled her efforts on me. She took a deep breath and began to bob
her head up and down as fast as she could, letting her lips and
tongue increase the pressure on my overtaxed system. Her fingers
joined in the celebration, one hand cradling and rhythmically
squeezing my balls and the other grasping the base of my cock and
working me in concert with her mouth. It was all too much, and I
cried out as I began to spurt.

Erin locked her lips around my cock and pumped me with her fist as
she took in the first load. She was eager as she continued sucking on
me, using her hand to complete my climax. Each time I jetted my seed
she accepted it, her hand and her lips and her tongue encouraging
more. And it was more she got, until, finally, there was no more to
give. I collapsed back, my arms dropping to my side, as my orgasm
receded, and still she continued to work. I began to soften in her
mouth, and she let my cock plop from between her lips. She looked up
at me and smiled. I watched, feeling dazed, as she opened her mouth
just a little to show me how she had kept my seed on her tongue.
Then, making sure I was watching her, she swallowed it all.

She bent back to my cock and began to clean it off with her tongue
and lips. The attention she paid began to reverse the blood flow, and
I could feel myself starting to harden and lengthen again. She kept
up her attentions, manipulating me until I was at my fullest again,
and then she sat up.

"That was amazing," I groaned, nearly lost in the pleasure she gave
me.

She grinned. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," she said. She pulled her
shirt off and tossed it aside, reached behind her and undid her bra,
and let it fall on top of her shirt. Her breasts, fuller than Alex's,
jiggled as she moved beside me. It was an enticing vision. "Tonight,
you're mine," she said.

That made me think of Alex again, and what she was going to say when
she saw us in her bed. Erin didn't give me much time to worry,
though. The fact that she was sitting at my feet, half undressed, was
distracting enough, but when she stood and shimmied out of her shorts
and her panties, I stopped thinking about Alex altogether.

Erin's skin was smooth, and she had quite a tan. Her breasts and
hips were lighter, the tan lines of a small bikini evident. My eyes,
normally willing to be filled with the vision of lovely female flesh
displayed so brazenly, were dazzled instead by what they didn't see.
Erin's pussy was completely smooth, clean-shaven.

"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was quiet, almost hypnotic, as
her hands dropped to her crotch. She put her hands flat on her upper
thighs, emphasizing her bare pubic area. I couldn't tear my eyes
away. 

Erin knelt back on the bed beside me. "Do you like it, Sean?" she
whispered, her own excitement evident in her voice. I watched,
mesmerized, as she ran her middle finger through her pussy lips,
gathering up some of her moisture. She lifted her finger to her lips
and sucked it off, all the while staring into my eyes, making sure I
was paying attention. 'Oh, yes, she has my full attention.' I couldn't
tear my eyes away from the vision. My cock, feeling so hard I was
dimly surprised the skin wasn't splitting, twitched, and I thought I
moaned.

She leaned over me with her hands on either side of me, bending down
until our noses were almost touching. When I glanced down I could see
her smooth and bare pudendum, visible between the twin cones of her
breasts. 'What to look at?' My poor, befuddled brain couldn't decide.
'Too many choices.'

I reached up to bring her down to me so I could kiss her, a hot and
wet open-mouthed kiss. I put my hands on the small of her back,
perhaps intending to guide her directly onto my cock, but Erin wasn't
ready to be steered quite yet. Instead she broke off our kiss. With a
smile, she sat up straighter and scooted up until her knees were by
my ears. She grabbed the headboard and slowly lowered herself. I
stuck out my tongue, eager to taste her, eager to feel what a bare
pussy would be like against my lips. She crouched down to meet me,
until the tip of my tongue could delve between her folds and lap up
her oils.

Once she felt me begin, she settled against my mouth and let me
enjoy all she had to offer. And enjoy it I did. She had more of a
tangy taste than Alex, and the odor of her excitement kept me
salivating for more. I lapped up all the moisture I could find, from
her puckered little asshole to her distended clit, peeking out from
its hiding place. I made sure I paid particular attention to that
little bundle of nerve endings, alternating from tickling it with the
tip of my tongue to laving her petals and delving deep into her
cavity.

Erin moved her pelvis around a little, helping me get to the good
places, and it wasn't long before I could tell she was getting close.
Her movements against my mouth were more insistent, and when I
reached up to play with her breasts I could feel her chest rising and
falling as her breathing got deeper.

At the end, I concentrated on diddling her clit and pinching her
nipples, and it was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out
softly and hunched against my lips, mashing them against my teeth.
Her taste changed slightly as her orgasm took her, and I took up all
of this new flavor I could find. 'Yum.'

Erin rubbed her pussy against me as she came, her body trying to
enhance her orgasm, and I assisted the best I could by continuing to
stimulate her clit and her nipples. Finally, though, she had to pull
herself off me. She scooted down and put her arms around me as she
let herself relax against my body. She lifted up her head and gave me
a kiss.

"Mmmmm," she whispered, and her tongue peeked out. She began licking
around my mouth and lips, lapping up her own essence off my face.

"You seem to like it almost as much as I do," I said.

She smiled at me. "Boy flavor, girl flavor, I like it all," she
said. For emphasis, she squirmed around, grabbed my steely cock, and
began licking the pre-cum from the end, almost like she was working
an ice cream cone.

I settled back, expecting her to work on bringing me off with her
mouth again, but that wasn't what she wanted. After cleaning off the
head of my cock and teasing me a little more, she swung her leg back
over me and straddled me. She lifted up my cock until it was standing
straight up, pointed it toward her middle, and lowered herself down
until she felt the head brushing against her pussy lips.

"Oh, yeah, this is what I need," she moaned as she rubbed the head
back and forth along her slit. She settled the tip against her
opening, and she allowed herself to drop down, impaling herself on my
cock. When she felt me fully seated in her, she arched her back and
sighed. "Ahhhh," she groaned. "That's so... good."

Erin wasn't the only one who thought it was so... good. I, too,
thought it was pretty sensational. In fact, I was loving it. My
little head was encased in the warm and wet environment it craved,
and my big head was busy listening to the lightning firings of the
synapses as they took in the signals from my nervous system. My hips
pushed up against the weight of Erin's ass on my thighs, and she
began to fuck herself on my rod. She put her hands on my shoulders
for balance and worked her body on mine, looking down on me the whole
time with a small smile on her face.

I upped the stakes by reaching for her breasts. I hefted their
weight in my palms, and then I pressed them against her just a
little. When I began to roll her swollen nipples with my thumbs, her
eyes rolled toward the back of her head, she arched her back to press
her breasts harder against my hands, and her hips began an extra
little wiggle in her motion as she fucked me. She worked her body
harder against me, a sheen of perspiration misting her forehead and a
flush beginning to spread across her chest as she climbed the
mountain. Her breathing got less steady, more ragged, and I was a
little surprised to find I, too, was panting a little, even though
Erin was doing the bulk of the work in getting us to our destination.

She began pumping harder, really leaning into it, and her focus
turned inward. She was very close. I lifted up my head and managed to
capture one of her swollen and tender nipples with my lips, and I
clamped down on it while I pinched the other one between my finger
and my thumb.

The combined stimuli was enough to send her off. She huffed and
grunted, sat down hard on me and ground her clit against my pubic
bone, and then she cried out as she climaxed. My core began to clench
up in anticipation of my own release, and my stomach muscles began to
tremble as I felt her fall off the cliff. I jetted my seed deep into
her, adding my own moisture to our joining, and together we sailed
away. Erin collapsed down on me, involved as she was in the
sensations washing through her like an orgasmic tide, and I held her
close as I pumped my essence deep into her womb, my hips hitching in
a vain attempt to drive my spasming cock even deeper.

We lay there together, she on top of me, as we experienced our joint
resolutions. I held her to me, oddly comforted by her weight on me.
At the end, neither of us could work up the energy to move, even when
we heard the bedroom door open.

I did manage to turn my head when I heard Alex say softly, "I should
have known." I was too wiped out to worry about her reaction,
however, and Erin didn't seem to be concerned enough to budge, either.

Alex looked at us for a moment from the doorway. I watched as she
came over to the bed, shaking her head. 'Is she angry? What sort of
repercussions are Erin and I facing now?'

But, once again, the enigma that is the human female confounded me.
Alex gently put her hand on Erin's back. Erin lifted up her head to
look at Alex, and Alex bent down and gave her a long, soft kiss.

"You are a little tramp, aren't you?" Alex said, but there wasn't
any anger at all in her voice. In fact, it was a decidedly friendly
tone. It sounded more like part of an ongoing discussion the two
girls might have had.

Erin collapsed back onto me, her head on my shoulder, and Alex bent
over me. She looked at me for a moment, and then, with a smile, she
shook her head. She then kissed me, a decidedly hot and vigorous kiss
that, in other circumstances, would have gotten my engine started all
over again. Still shaking her head, Alex walked back out the door and
closed it quietly behind her.

Not for the first time, and certainly not liable to be the last, I
thought to myself, 'I will never ever understand girls.'

We fell asleep, Erin and I, just like that, with that same thought
tumbling and rolling through my head.






(Continued in Chapter 28)


  
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