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 Collision
   by Nysidra
   Erotic Romance (MF)
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   Yashawini met the whirlwind named Cade in a bookstore.  Every week or
two, she stopped by the store looking for a new read.  She would pick a
book, read the first few pages and make a call.  This particular book, a
fantasy, kept her reading twenty pages on.
   Book in hand, she walked to the cash register, trying to make it to the
end of the chapter.  That's when she collided with a wall of hard flesh. 
Strong hands steadied her until she regained her balance.
   "Thank you.  Sorry."
   The young man stood a foot taller than her.  He smiled as if she'd done
him a favor.
   Yashawini flashed a polite smile back and waited for him to step aside.
His hands didn't leave her shoulders.
   Brute.
   She glared at him, then his hands.
   The cocky blue-eyed boy took the hint and let go of her, but never lost
that smile.
   Yashawini made her way to the counter, purchased the book, and left the
store.  He followed her to the bus stop, far enough back that it could have
been a coincidence.
   He would keep going when she got to the bench.  She sat down and seconds
later, he sat beside her.
   No way.
   His quiet presence made her fidgety, nervous, but she didn't want to
give his prank any satisfaction.  She did her best to play it cool, focused
on breathing.  The bus would be along in a couple minutes.
   "My name is Cade.  Have a drink with me."
   "What?"
   "A drink, any kind.  You choose the place."
   "No, thank you.  I have somewhere to be."
   "You also choose the time."
   "No, thank you."
   He stared at her for several seconds, a few more than normal.
   Yashawini squirmed under his scrutiny.  The sound of the air brakes up
the block put her at ease.  This madness would end soon.
   He held a card out to her.  "That's my number.  Don't wait too long
before you call." He got up and walked away.
   She was on the bus and headed home before she had a grip on the oddity
of their meeting.  He never asked for her name or number.  He assumed she
would call, that she cared.
   Such is the folly of youth.  Yashawini smiled to herself thinking she
would never see or hear from Cade again.
   ***
   Two weeks later.
   Yashawini sat at the bar in Canino's waiting on the arrival of her blind
date.  Her good friend Holly had set her up with a coworker.  Other than
his name, Sid, she didn't know much about him.
   Holly's continued efforts were admirable.  It wasn't her fault that
these dates put her in contact with men most likely to be weird, creepy, or
saddled with more problems than any one adult deserved.
   Perhaps this man would be different, interesting.
   "What will you have?" The bartender set a coaster and napkin down in
front of her.
   "Merlot."
   Dark red liquid filled the thin, wide bottomed glass.
   There were several empty bar stools on either side of her, but someone
decided on the stool to her immediate right.
   Cade wore that same bemused smirk as the day she bumped into him.  "You
waited too long." Those bright blue eyes moved up and down, taking all of
her in.  He stopped and held her gaze, making it hard to look anywhere
else.
   Gorgeous eyes, but hadn't anyone taught him that it was rude to stare?
   Yashawini had considered calling him, but just as quickly dismissed the
notion.  Why give him any false hope?  What would they have in common?
   She failed the staring contest and took a sip of her wine.
   "Whiskey neat," he said to the bartender.
   A droplet of red spread along the inside of her glass.  Was he looking
at her?  Was he here on a date?  Two weeks ago, the other side of town. 
What were the odds of seeing him again?
   Either way, it was rude to just sit there.
   She turned to him and opened her mouth.  Yes, he had been staring at
her. Worse, she'd opened her mouth and had nothing to say.  She licked her
lips and his attention focused on the slight motion.
   This stranger had the unnerving ability to make her self-conscious, more
than usual.
   "Um..." What in the hell did she need to tell him?
   Not just blue eyes, a bit of grayish blue.
   Then he had the audacity to look at her cleavage.  That broke the spell.
   She sat straighter and took a sharp breath.  She was not a teenage girl
or a bubbling simpleton.  The words left her in a rush.  "I am here to meet
with someone."
   He looked up.  "Say again?"
   "I am here to meet with someone, for dinner."
   "Your accent is so," he looked her over with that same hungry glare,
"damn sexy."
   Yashawini reached for her wine glass and drained it.  She pulled her
shawl tighter around the neck of her dress, only to realize her mistake. 
The wine, embarrassment, and flush stifled her.  She leaned forward to get
out of it and both Cade and the bartender paused to look.
   What was her problem?  Men called her island accent sexy millions of
times.  If there was a compliment of her body that she hadn't heard, it was
only because it was in a language she didn't understand.  Compliments were
so common that her typical reaction was to roll her eyes rather than blush
or even fluster.
   "I'll leave when you tell me your name."
   "Yashawini," she rushed to answer then signaled for another glass of
wine.
   "Pleased to meet you, Yashawini." Cade tossed a couple bills onto the
bar and stood.
   Twin shocks.  One, he was getting up.  Two, he correctly pronounced her
name.  He didn't ask to hear it a second time.
   She did not expect to feel such disappointment at his exit.
   He walked to the next stool over and sat down.
   She grinned into her wine.
   "You didn't really think I was going too far after I finally got you
speaking to me?" He chuckled.  "No way."
   Speaking to him?  He had a fair point.  She had been cold and
dismissive, but he was so odd and brash.  Odd, brash, but charming.
   "Hello there." A clipped, familiar accent said from her left.  "Wini? 
I'm Sid, from Prefix Center."
   "Yashawini, yes.  Hello." She paid her tab and followed Sid to their
table.  She glanced over her shoulder and sure enough, Cade's wolfish stare
was fastened to her rear view.
   Sid held her chair out.  "Glad to meet you, Wini.  I hope you did not
have to wait too long."
   "Yashawini."
   He carried on as if she had not spoken.  "I left work, attempted to
leave, but I got a call from my supervisor.  He needed some documents for
Evergreen Power.  You have heard of them, yes?  They are one of our major
clients.  I handle that account myself.  I told him earlier that he would
need the documents, but of course, he waited until the very last minute.  I
prepared the documents for the sake of such an important client.  He would
not trust such an important task to anyone but me."
   She could see why Holly thought they would get along.  He had all the
qualities she said she admired: ambitious, driven, successful, confident.
   Those qualities were admirable to a point.  Cade certainly seemed driven
to be around her, but he flirted with the line of being creepy and
overbearing.
   Sid probably had a name like Sidesh or Siddartha that he shortened to
appease others.  Nicknames were for friends and close acquaintances. 
Yashawini loved her name, her whole name.  Did he actually like the same
Sid, or did he feel pressured into fitting in with others?
   Yashawini would have asked, but his mouth never stopped moving.  Worse,
little of what he said registered.  Was he really this boring and
self-involved, or was her mind stuck at the bar?
   She saw Cade from her peripheral vision.  He had no interest in
discretion.  He sat with his back to the bar, one leg propped on the stool,
openly watching her.
   Sid snapped his fingers in her face.
   What the hell?
   "Hey?  You all right?"
   "Yes?"
   Cade shook with laughter.
   "I asked you about your work, but you did not hear me."
   "I apologize.  I guess I was--"
   "If you have pressing matters on your mind, I understand, but you should
have cancelled.  It is rude and inconsiderate otherwise."
   "You're right, and I do apologize.  What was your question?"
   "Holly said you were a model, is this true?"
   "For a few years in college.  That was more my father's profession.  I
spent a few summers working with him."
   "That is good that you do not anymore.  I trust it was not indecent,
that your father did not compromise your integrity?"
   What the hell?  Yashawini gathered her purse.  "Let's call it a night,
Sid.  Perhaps we can reschedule for another evening."
   "What is this?  I already ordered.  Do you expect me to eat alone?  I am
paying.  The least you can do is sit and share a meal with me, Wini.  I
meant no offense to your father."
   When did he order?  "Listen, Sid.  I would appreciate being called by my
name.  I've told you several times that my name is--"
   "Yashawini?" Cade stood at the table.
   "Yes?"
   "May I take you home?"
   "Yes, thank you." The answer was more of a reflex than a decision. 
Anyone could have posed the question and received the same answer.
   Sid looked back and forth between them, his expression both confused and
angry.
   Cade offered his arm and she took it, clung to him like a life raft.
   They left the restaurant and walked to the parking garage.  The
encounter with Sid still had her steaming.  She did not know him that way.
How dare he imply that her own father would shame her?
   Cade spun her and clasped his hands behind her back.  He was so tall,
firm.  She remembered colliding with him.  He never lost his balance.
   "What?" He smelled good too.  She had to look up to keep from burying
her face in his chest.
   He bent down and kissed her lips - soft, sensual, and with every
confidence his affection would be returned.  It was, but more from
confusion, and he had nice lips.  Just a kiss, to be polite.
   Firm, soft.  She came to her senses when she felt his rod at her belly.
She gasped and pulled back, but he didn't release her.  One hand roamed the
length of her back and the other rested on the swell of her ass.
   He didn't seem crazed or insane as he looked at her.  What did he see?
What was he looking for?  Some sign that she wanted him to stop or that she
was pissed off?  Perhaps.  Yashawini wondered why she wasn't cursing a
storm, screaming, or bringing her heel down on his foot.
   He clenched her ass and pulled her hard into his body.  His lips touched
hers again and this time his tongue teased her lips.  She touched the tip
of her tongue to his and he sought deeper into her mouth, coaxing her into
a full kiss.
   Until that moment, she did not understand the phrase 'weak in the
knees.' She appreciated his firm hold.  Arms around his neck, her body
melted, turned molten and wanton.  Her mouth opened to him, her tongue went
just as deep.  Her fingers gripped and massaged his shoulders, pressing her
bosom flat to his chest.
   The car next to them beeped.
   The world and reality came back into focus.
   Cade loosened his hold, but did not let her go.  "Where do you live?"
   "Auralia Drive."
   "That's in Redstone, right?"
   "Yeah.  It's not far.  I'll just walk home.  Thank you." She sucked on
her bottom lip and pulled out of his hold.  Letting him know where she
lived wasn't the best idea.
   No more than ten steps and he was beside her keeping pace.  "That works
too." He took her hand and put his arm around her shoulder.
   Walking with someone felt better, safer.  She didn't look around as
much, wonder what each person's motives were.
   They turned round a corner with less traffic and Cade leaned down to
whisper, "Do you mind if I watch you walk for a moment?"
   "No." She didn't mind, not when he asked.
   He fell back and she could not help but to exaggerate the sway of her
hips, give him what he was looking for.  With an Afro' Caribbean mother and
North Indian father, Yashawini had what Holly called the 'genetic lottery.'
But looks were nothing, nothing to build a life on, or use to pick a lover,
or depend on for income.
   She haf spent her twenties cashing in on her exotic profile, but
invested the money on her brain.  Now past 30, she did not need the leers
and advances of a sexually suggestive figure, nor did she seek a life with
men who viewed her as an exotic trophy.
   At least, not until Cade.  At least, she assumed that was his interest.
   He caught up to her, rested his hand on her hip.  "I'm going to fuck
you, Yashawini." Utter certainty in every word.
   Her skin went cold.  She focused on her footfalls on the sidewalk.  No
one had ever had the audacity to say something like that to her, not even
the most drunken, crude male.  What did that make her that she wished for
it to be true?
   "Before tonight is over, I am going to bury my cock deep inside you,
fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before."
   They reached the entrance of the Redstone community.
   "Why were you at the restaurant?"
   "I had a meeting."
   "A date?"
   He chuckled.  "I tried to have a date with you, but you preferred that
loser.  Who was he?"
   "A very bad blind date." She entered the foyer of her building with Cade
right beside her.  "What was your meeting about?"
   "Food."
   The elevator closed and he attacked.  He hoisted her against the
elevator wall and kissed her until her brain turned to mush.  Her legs
wrapped around his waist.  Goodness, his dick felt so large, so thick.
   "You," she could not complete the sentence.  She didn't have to.  He
knew the power he had over her.
   He reached under the skirt of her dress and into the gusset of her
panties.  She gasped, went stock still as he circled the opening of her
pussy.  Smooth, gentle touch, spreading her ample moisture.  When she
finally breathed all she could do was make small whimpers.
   "I like the way your pussy feels."
   If she didn't get into her apartment soon, Cade was going to fuck her in
this elevator.  Worse, she would let him.  Why couldn't she think straight
around this man?
   The doors opened and Yashawini took off at a run with Cade hot on her
heels.  She felt like like a teenager, sneaking around at night, getting
into trouble.  Goodness, she wasn't a child.  Why was she letting lust,
desire, and insanity rule her?
   She searched her bag for her keys as Cade unzipped the back of her
dress.
   While she fumbled to get the key in the hole, he groped and kneaded her
large ass.
   Door unlocked, they tumbled inside.  She would have fallen if not for
his firm grasp on her body, the wide stance of his long legs.
   "Yashawini?  That you?"
   Holly's voice was a bucket of cold water on her body - ice in her veins.
Fear, terror.
   "Yes," she frantically adjusted her clothing.  "Sorry," she whispered.
"You have to leave."
   The singular look of sadness and disappointment nearly moved her to
change her mind.  Nearly.
   "Please, go." She ushered him out the door, but couldn't close it with
his foot in the way.
   "Dinner with me.  Saturday at seven." He put his finger under her chin,
the one that smelled strongly of her arousal, and pecked her on the lips.
   He didn't wait for her to respond before taking off.
   "How was the date?" Holly entered the living room.  "Didn't think you'd
be back so early.  I picked up some trout at the market."
   Right, the date.  "That man was an ass.  I'm done with these dates. 
Stay out of it for now, all right?"
   Holly frowned.  "Damn.  That bad?" She tilted her head and looked her
over.  "Did you get in a fight?"
   "No." Yashawini sat down on the couch.  Her body felt like a wreck.  She
had risen so high only to crash so low.  "Holly, you ever date a younger
man?"
   "Of course, but why do you care?"
   "I'm thinking I should expand my horizons."
   Holly giggled.  "No girl, there's nothing about a young man that would
interest you.  But, I know a--"
   "No.  Stop.  I'm just curious.  No more blind dates."
   "Fine, well, for one, they are like puppies - cuddly, horny, hyper
active puppies always trying to hump your leg."
   Yashawini thought of Cade in the parking lot, the elevator, chasing her
down the hallway.
   "The sex is fucking amazing and constant.  Just the thing for a post
thirty libido."
   "Are you joking with me?"
   "I don't joke about sex.  You know that.  You have not lived until you
have a fresh-faced, eager, young buck making you come from dusk till dawn."
Holly looked her up and down again.  "Who is he?"
   "What?" Yashawini finger combed her hair back, pulled her shawl closed.
   "Mm hmm," Holly smirked.  "Keep it.  When you decide to blab, you
remember who has been your bosom bitch since Chem 101."
   "Whatever.  I need to get to bed."
   ***
   The following Saturday, Yashawini hadn't managed to cancel her dinner
date with Cade because she couldn't find his card.  She searched each day
to no avail.  She had a night out with her friends that came before him.
   Around six, she stepped out the shower and prepared to dress.  The door
bell rang.  With a towel wrapped around her body, she went to the door,
unlocked it, and walked back toward her bedroom.
   "You're early.  I just got out the shower."
   "I hoped I would catch you like this, didn't think I'd be so lucky."
   She spun around, barely avoided screaming at the top of her lungs.  "I
thought you were my friend!"
   He huffed and grinned.  "I am, a very good friend."
   "My friend Holly."
   "Are you a lesbian?  You didn't act like one."
   "What?  No!  That's not what I meant!" Naked save for a towel, she
panicked in her rush to explain.  "I wanted to call you, but I lost the
card you gave me.  I can't have dinner with you tonight because I
previously made plans..."
   Cade sat down on her bed, then lay back across it, that dopey smile on
his face.  That's right, he thought her accent was sexy.
   "...with my friends for tonight over two weeks ago.  I forgot when you
asked me dinner.  I wasn't thinking straight at the time.  I opened the
door thinking you were Holly.  I am sorry I can't have dinner with you."
   "Are you really?"
   "Yes!" She covered her face with her palm.  This was the exact situation
she was hoping to avoid.  If only she'd found his damn card.
   "What club are you going to?"
   "Bedlam."
   "What time?"
   "Around nine, after dinner."
   He stared at the ceiling for a second then rolled to his feet.  "Okay."
He left her room and seconds later yelled, "Lock your door."
   Yashawini walked to the door feeling like a complete ass.  He didn't set
another date, didn't give her his number.  Had he given up?
   If he did, could she blame him?
   She dressed with a pout.  She couldn't blame him at all.  She hadn't
made any effort to see him or date him.  All she'd done was make excuses
and push him away.  After all their sexual tension and sparks, she couldn't
help but feel she had blown an opportunity.
   ***
   Holly, Sarah, and Natasha managed to scrub away her melancholy over
pizza and beer.  They arrived at the club and got a table.  Gossiping,
catching up, turning a critical eye to the dance floor.  They got up and
danced for a while, cutting loose to the driving rhythm.
   Yashawini slipped away to get a round of drinks.  All the talk of hot
guys, getting laid, and dating only made her think of Cade.  She placed the
drink order and waited.
   Someone leaned over her from behind.  The club was crowded, but not
enough to warrant such an invasion of her personal space.  She turned to
spit fire.
   "Dance with me."
   Cade.  She looked over to the group.  She made a show of pointing them
out just as the bartender set down her order.
   "Fine.  I'll help you carry them."
   She took two drinks and he carried the other two.  What in the world was
she going to say?  How would she introduce him?
   "Hello ladies," Cade said as he set the drinks down.
   "Oh, my.  You managed to snap something more than drinks," said Sarah.
   "You're a big boy." Natasha licked her lips.  "Regular fucking
Asgardian."
   "I've got an ass he can guard." Holly fluttered her eye lashes and
grinned at him.
   Everyone giggled and blushed but her.  Yashawini found solace in her
drink.  No introductions necessary.  No one assumed she knew him.
   "So," Natasha leaned forward and brought her arms together, pushing her
bosom forward.  "Are you as big as you look?"
   He was.  At least, he felt that way through his clothes.
   "Hmm, if I say yes, you'll think I'm bragging or lying.  Instead, why
don't you ask your friend to date me and discover the truth?"
   More laughter, high pitched, tear-causing laughter.  Holly nearly spit
her drink across the table.
   Yashawini thanked the heavens for her dark skin.  Otherwise, she would
have looked fire engine red.  She braced herself for what lay ahead when
they caught their breath.
   "Hate to break it to you, handsome, but Yashawini strictly prefers dark
meat.  But me?" Holly stood and took his hand.  "I am an equal opportunity
woman."
   He looked down at their joined hands.  "Is that so?" He pulled his hand
back.  "Dance with me?  Surely you can stand my pale, anglo ass for that
long?"
   All eyes on her.  It wasn't true about the 'dark' thing.  Yashawini just
wanted a man that didn't fetishize her, that viewed her as a whole person,
not a temporary fantasy.
   Holly put her arm around his waist.  "You're wasting your time.  Come
on," Holly signaled Natasha to get up.  "We'll keep you entertained."
   They got him on the dance floor and did what they usually got up to -
grinding and gyrating their bodies on him.  Cade looked extra good.  His
dark slacks fit perfectly, hair all neat and gleaming.
   Natasha pressed her tits to his back and Holly put her ass in his
crotch.
   Jealousy reared its head, but she had no one to blame but herself, yet
again.  If Cade was only looking to get laid, he had two very eager options
on either side of him.
   She got up and went back to the bar.  She was too old for these games.
   Stewing in her own failures, she almost tripped over someone's foot, but
he steadied her and looked down with a warm smile.  "No need to fall so
hard for me."
   Cute, but his pick-up lines needed serious work.
   "Let me buy you a drink."
   A drink, no big deal.  She was at the bar for one anyway.
   He went to the bar and handed her the drink.  She sipped it and he
followed her back to the table.
   "Damn, Yashawini," Sarah grinned.  "You are such a great friend,
bringing all these cutie pies back with you."
   "Yash?  Sounds sexy.  I'm going to call you honey.  I bet you taste just
as sweet." He ran his fingers down her arm.
   She cringed and moved away from him.
   Even in a club full of people, she knew how Cade felt standing behind
her, recognized the musk of his cologne.
   Mr.  Shitty Pick-up Lines looked over her head at Cade, then back down
to her.
   "They aren't together," the ever-helpful Holly interjected.
   Yashawini glared at Holly and took Cade's hand.  She was just as
beautiful and deserving of Cade's attention no matter his age or skin
color. They could fight over Mr.  Shitty Pick-up Lines in her absence.
   She pulled Cade toward the dance floor, away from the others.
   "For a moment there I thought you were going to reject me again."
   "I'm sorry." Yashawini hugged him and took a deep breath.
   "Make it up to me?" Cade took her hand and pressed her palm to the front
of his pants, then let go.
   Her heart sped up as his cock pulsed in her hand.  She wanted to stroke
him, squeeze, get a good feel, but she didn't move, just lay her head on
his chest as they swayed to the music.
   "I want to be inside you," he spoke so that only she could hear him.  "I
want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."
   Her flimsy panties were no match for the moisture leaking out of her. 
Her lower belly fluttered as she imagined the things he described.  She
fisted his shirt in his hand.  What would his back feel like under her
nails?
   Cade walked her to the club's exit.  He held her hand tight in his own.
Using the other, Yashawini texted Holly.
   The phone rang immediately after, but she tossed it into her purse. 
Thankfully, the valet brought the car around in a timely manner.  Any
longer, and she might have to explain herself.
   They got in the car and Cade appeared to be heading for her house.
   "Raise your hips."
   No question.  She did.
   "Lift the dress.  Good.  Now take your panties off."
   That was going to get his seat wet.  She followed his instructions and
set her panties in his pocket.
   "Spread your legs as wide as you can.  Good.  That's a good girl."
   They were a few minutes away from her apartment, but Cade pulled the car
over.  He leaned over the center console to kiss her.  His hand caressed
the inside of her thigh, not quite high or close enough.  She kissed him
back harder, arched her hips forward.  When he made contact with her pussy
she gasped, groaned as he swiped up and down her slit.
   He teased her by circling, playing in the slick moisture, never touching
her clitoris or penetrating her.  Cade broke their kiss and stared at her
as his fingers penetrated her, slow, twisting.  He filled the car with wet
smacking noises.
   Just as Yashawini began the journey toward orgasm, he removed his
fingers, wiped his hand with her panties, and pulled back onto the road.
   "What are you doing?  Why did you stop?"
   He winked at her.  "I needed to make sure you actually want me.  I've
been getting a lot of mixed signals from you."
   "There's nothing mixed up now.  I want you.  Why did you stop?"
   He chuckled.  "Nice.  I like this side of you.  I haven't stopped,
Yashawini.  I haven't even started." He pulled into the visitor's parking
and followed her as she entered the building.
   Her thighs slicked together as she approached the elevator.  The cool
air of the lobby pebbled the hairs on her arms.  "I am not your plaything."
   They boarded the elevator, but instead of attacking her like last time,
Cade leaned against the back wall.  "Not yet, but you will be."
   She cut a warning glare to him, but he didn't give her a sophomoric
smirk or playful wink.
   She opened the door and let him in.  She faced him, prepared to ask if
he wanted something to drink or eat.
   Cade unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes.  "Undress, right
where you are."
   That being the center of the living room.  She peeled out of her
clothing, but she didn't have time to be concerned about her body.  Her
eyes opened a little wider with each piece of clothing he removed.  A
Nordic god indeed.  His typical day must have included time at the gym.
   She unsnapped her bra and added it to the pile of discarded clothing. 
Cade walked a slow circle around her, touching her shoulder, grazing her
hip, tracing her collar bone down to her breasts.  Her dark nipples were
hard and large as the head of a push pin, but he didn't touch them, didn't
go near them.
   She whimpered in frustration when he moved to stand behind her.
   "Patience, Yashawini.  I've had plenty with you.  I won't leave you
unsatisfied." He kissed her on the shoulder.  "Spread your legs and bend
over."
   She bent forward until her head rested between her legs, which gave her
an inverted view of his crotch, straining, thick erection.  Cade was on his
knees behind her, his hands on her hips.  Then she felt his breath on her
pussy.  He took a deep breath and moaned.
   Weird, weird, weird!
   She set her judgement aside when his wet tongue went up and down her
slit.  Her body trembled as he brought her back to that pre-orgasmic state.
   "I need to fuck you." He nipped her ass and reached for his pants.  He
pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his cock.  "On your knees."
   Yashawini had never had sex this way - neither the position or the
situation or the location.  She had also never been so wet that arousal
slicked down her thighs.  Cade adjusted her legs and pressed down between
her shoulders until she rested on her elbows.
   He aligned his cock with the opening of her vagina and spread her with
his persistent entry.  The moment went on and on.  He was thick, long, and
the angle of entry was just perfect.  He pulled back, and she wanted none
of that.  She pushed back onto him, almost too hard.
   She grunted and stilled.
   "Let me work you up to that.  I don't want to hurt you."
   "It felt good though."
   "Yes," he moaned.  "It did." He worked her pussy with short, shallow
strokes.  Though she was plenty worked up, he didn't go any faster, even
when he fully penetrated her, it was at a teasingly slow pace.
   "Please, Cade."
   He pulled her body upright and held her by her breast and he jacked into
her.  "You like that?"
   "Yes."
   "Yeah?  You like getting fucked by my cock.  You could have had this so
much earlier." He punctuated his words with long, deep thrusts.
   "I know."
   He grabbed her jaw and turned her head so that he could kiss her.  "You
feel so good.  It's going to feel even better when I can fuck you skin to
skin, feel every quiver.  I'll make you scream my name."
   Yashawini could not help but chuckle.  Only women who were faking it
made all that racket.
   Cade's answering laugh sounded sinister.  One hand kneaded her breast
while the other went to her clitoris.  "You don't even believe me.  That's
okay."
   They went silent save for their labored breathing, squish of their
bodies.  Even while being fucked in such an impersonal, carnal position,
she felt adored, cherished.
   "I'm close," she panted.
   Taking her cue, he fucked her harder, thrust with enough force that if
she had not been trapped in his embrace, she would have been flung off his
cock.  He pinched one of her nipples and twisted.  "Do it.  Come on my
cock."
   She started and it seemed the orgasm wouldn't quit.  A high whining
noise in her throat, the need, the release, the frenzy.  What was happening
to her?
   ***
   Yashawini opened her eyes lying in bed, her bed, beside him.  She
blinked, sat up, looked around.  "Cade?"
   "Hmm?" He had one of her magazines, not a stitch of clothing on.  Cute
butt!
   "What happened?"
   "You passed out."
   Her instinct was to contradict him, but she couldn't recall anything
past her own orgasm.
   He set the magazine aside and handed her a glass of water.
   "Thank you.  Did you ...  you know?" She knocked back half the glass.
   "Absolutely.  That ferocious pussy of yours didn't leave me much of a
choice.  Good thing, too, because I can't do much with an unconscious
woman, even one as tiny as you."
   She smiled and set her water aside.  "Sorry."
   "Don't be.  I'm flattered.  Lay back."
   He hooked his hands under her knees and spread her open.  His cock
teased her wet labia, up and down, the fat head slid back and forth,
briefly dipped inside her and started all over.
   She hooked one leg around his butt and when he dipped inside, she
pressed him deeper.  She combed her fingers into the hair at the nape of
his neck.
   Cade looked between their bodies to the place where they were joined. 
"You want all of it.  Look how much your hungry little cunt loves my cock."
He cradled the back of her head so that she could see his pale shaft diving
into her dark pussy.  "I can't wait to see your mouth sucking on my cock
the same way."
   He set her back down and sucked on her nipple while fucking her pussy,
no teasing, full, steady penetration.
   Yashawini imagined they made a glorious sight, his large, muscled body,
over her short, curvaceous frame while his impressive dick pistoned in and
out of her wet pussy.  Yes, she could understand why some couples wanted to
capture such a moment on film.
   "What was that smile for?"
   She was surprised he paid her face that much attention.  "I think I'd
like to see a video of you fucking me."
   "Noted." He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed, moaning, breathing
heavy.
   She groaned low in her throat as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
   He pulled back, out.  "Open your mouth."
   Another in a long line of firsts, but one Yashawini wanted.  She wrapped
her lips around him.  She tasted tart, thick, frothy.  Cade knotted his
fingers in her hair as she swished her tongue and sucked him clean. 
Curious as to how much she could take, she put her hand on his hip, and
pulled him deeper into her mouth until she gagged.  Saliva and precum
dripped down the side of her jaw, making a line to her breasts.
   "Fuck yes.  Just like that.  I'm about to give it to you.  Get ready."
His voice was tight, high-pitched.
   Without the warning, she might have choked on the mouthful he unloaded.
She drank every drop, kept him in her mouth until he pulled away and
collapsed beside her.
   "You are so fucking sexy." He reached down to palm her pussy.
   She parted her thighs and rolled her hips up, fucking herself on his
fingers.  He pulled her thigh back over his legs and kissed her cheek.  Two
fingers worked inside her, leaving his palm to stimulate her clitoris.  She
kept rolling, stimulating her clitoris and grinding on his crotch.
   "No one has been taking care of you," he said under the growing volume
of her moans.  "You need to come again, don't you?"
   Arousal won out over her embarrassment, "Yes, I do."
   "Tell me, Yashawini." Cade whispered the harsh, low words in her ear
like the voice of a tempting spirit.  "Tell me what you need."
   "I need you to make me come again, Cade.  Please.  I want to have
another orgasm." He made her drunk and stupid with lust.
   "I'm the only one who can make you feel like this." He sat up and thrust
his fingers rapidly in and out of her.  Somehow, he found the key to her
arousal and took command of it.  "Come for me, then, Yashawini.  Show me
what a good little girl you are."
   His words did the trick.  She lost all control.  She squirted all over
her hand, flailed between all her muscles tensing and twitching wildly. 
When she finally fell back onto the bed, she struggled to catch her breath.
   He toweled her up, put the towel on the bed, turned the light out.  He
cuddled next to her, kissed the side of her face.  "Take your time.  Just
breathe."
   "I think ...  I can't ..."
   "You'll be fine.  Give it a few seconds."
   A few seconds and they were both breathing heavily and fast asleep.
   ***
   Yashawini woke in the middle of the night.  The whole room smelled of
sex.  She eased closer to Cade and took a deep breath.  Sex, sweat,
cologne. With a secret smile, she eased out the bed, but didn't get far. 
She paused to look down on Cade's body sprawled over her bed.  Even in
sleep, he seemed magnificent.
   "Where are you going?" he grumbled.
   "Water."
   "Hurry back.  We need to rest before we start again."
   Again?  She felt at once appalled and intrigued.  She brought water back
for him as well.  A check of the time revealed they must have gotten a few
hours already.  She crept back into bed and cuddled beside him.  She put
her leg over his thighs and squirmed until his hip bone rubbed her
clitoris.
   "Stop," he mumbled.
   Right.  He wasn't a stuffed animal for her to hump.  She couldn't sleep
surrounded by his smell, his warmth.
   "On your stomach."
   "I should get up."
   He grabbed her before she left the bed.  "Where are you going?" His eyes
were closed.  She could almost believe he grabbed her in his sleep.
   "My living room."
   His eyes snapped open and he fixed her with a cold stare that demanded
an explanation.
   "I can't sleep next to you.  The way the room, you, smell.  All I can
... I'm too aroused.  I don't know what's wrong with me."
   "I said get on your stomach."
   She sighed heavily and lay flat on her belly.  She sucked in her bottom
lip and grinned when he crawled on top of her, his erection pressed into
her buttocks.
   "If you don't want to sleep, that's fine.  I'll take care of my baby
girl's greedy little cunt."
   His statement contained so many absurdities.  She had a decade on him,
easily.  He was not her parent.  She was short, but certainly no baby.  And
yet, everything Cade said to her felt so right.
   "You've been waiting a long time to be properly fucked, haven't you?" He
squeezed her ass when she didn't answer.
   "Yes, I guess so."
   "I know.  Don't worry.  I'll give you want you need.  No one else will
satisfy your cunt like me." He reached under her and lifted her hips, slid
his cock inside her.  "Go on.  Get off on my cock."
   She pushed her hips back, rolled back on him.  From this position, she
could squeeze and pull on his cock as much as she wanted.  All he hand to
do was lay over her.  Damn if that didn't feel so good, so dirty.  Maybe
she really was greedy.
   She moaned into the mattress as her pussy sucked on his cock.  "Sorry
I'm such a bad girl."
   Cade smacked her ass.  "No such thing.  You need more attention.  That's
all.  So fucking wet.  You remember squirting on my hand?"
   "Yes," she gasped as he thrust into her, pressed hard, causing her to
work even harder to make him reach that spot deep inside her.
   "Yeah.  That's never happened either, has it?"
   "No."
   "No, what, Yashawini?" He smacked her other cheek.
   "No, Daddy."
   Cade's sleepy chuckle turned into a low rumble.  "Fuck yourself on my
cock.  Go on, baby."
   She was so close, nearly there.  "Cade?"
   "Hmm?"
   "May I come, Cade?"
   "See?  You're such a good fucking, girl.  Do it.  Come, Yashawini."
   It was the first, but not the last time for that round.  Cade fucked her
through the night, bringing her one climax through another.
   He turned her onto her back and kissed her, his cock resting inside her,
not moving.  They made out that way, caressing and holding each other.  His
tongue probed her mouth and danced with hers.  Her fingernails dug into his
shoulders.
   She locked her ankles around his waist.  "How do you stay hard so long?"
   "It's much easier the third or fourth time.  I'll stop whenever you
want. You feel good to me just like this." He arched a single brow and he
moved inside her.  "You're getting wet again."
   "Yeah."
   He grabbed her left leg and bent it until her knee rested against his
chest.  He made deliberate, slow, steady strokes.  It was what Yashawini
imagined she was used to: passion, intimacy.  He bumped into a perfect spot
in her vagina, a spot that begged for more attention.
   "Right there," she breathed.
   "I got you."
   Her climax built slow, plodding ever higher along a step climb.  He was
going too slow.  She'd never make it this way.  He felt good, but she
needed more, needed for him to take her harder.  "Cade.  Cade, please."
   His massive cock continued its casual assault.
   "Please."
   Thrust.
   "Cade." She grabbed his ass, tried to speed his penetration.  Fuck.  If
he'd just go a little faster.  With her knee propped as it was, all she
could do was squeeze her pussy around him, try to encourage him to lose
control.  No such luck.  She was at his mercy, his command.
   Frustration mounted.  She tried to fit her hand between their bodies and
rub her clitoris, but he pinned both her arms overhead.
   "You will not come until I say."
   "Please, Cade.  May I come?  Please?  Please, Daddy."
   "Hush.  This is my payback."
   "For what?"
   "I told you to call me.  I came to pick you up.  I wanted to fuck you.
When I only wanted to get a drink with you, when I only wanted to dance. 
You forced me to wait, over and over again." One hard thrust.  "I fucking
waited." He released her arms and put his hand around her throat.  "You
fucking wait.  Feel what I've felt since I first laid eyes on you.  You
feel this fucking need, and you wait."
   Yashawini shut her eyes against the tears.
   His body leaned heavily on her own, and he released her leg, cradled her
to him.  "When it finally happens, you'll realize every moment of torture
was worth it."
   He'd bring her to an edge, only to back away.  Each time, she lost a
little more of her sanity.
   "Cade, please, Cade.  I'll do anything you ask.  Anything you want. 
Please, let me come.  I'm begging you.  I need you.  I'll do whatever it
takes.  Please."
   "Whatever I say?"
   "Yes, I promise.  I swear, yes." She would have sold her soul to the
devil for an orgasm at this point.  She considered the possibilities: anal,
threesomes, exhibition, role play.  All the fetishes she could imagine he
might get her into ...  Would she really give him anything?
   "Go on a date with me."
   "What?  Wait.  Like dinner?"
   "Yes, dinner."
   "I don't get it."
   "I want to date you, Yashawini.  I want to know you.  I want to learn
more about you."
   "More?  What do you know, other than my name?"
   Cade leaned in close and growled, while maintaining his fiendish pace.
"You are my gorgeous, little, cock slut, who will, do anything, to come. 
Come, Yashawini.  Do it."
   She screamed as he battered that spot, thrashed her pussy.  It wasn't
just an orgasm, it went deeper, took longer, drained everything from her.
   "Yes," Cade cried out.  "Yes, baby.  That's so tight.  Fuck.  Fuck!" He
pulled out, knelt over her, and jerked his cock.  He shot thick, white
streams of warm ejaculate onto her breasts and belly.
   He collapsed beside her, panting and chasing his breath just as hard as
herself.
   She stared at the white cream on her body.  No boyfriend of hers had
ever done that before.  Outside, birds chirped, morning light poured in
through the windows.
   Cade reached over and rubbed his semen into the sweat on her skin,
making large, slick circles until it turned sticky and flaky.  "Beautiful
cock slut.  Do you know how beautiful you look right now?"
   "I don't think beautiful is the word."
   "I say it is." He put his leg over hers, his arm over her chest and
cupped her breast.  "Do you know how beautiful you look right now?"
   "No, Cade.  How beautiful do I look?"
   "Perfectly beautiful."
   They ate breakfast together, naked.  They showered separately.  She went
first, but didn't get dressed.
   She stood in front of her closet and sighed heavily.  She wasn't ready
for reality to intrude just yet.
   Cade walked up behind her smelling of her soap.  "Are you always in the
mood to fuck?" He walked her over to the full length mirror in the hallway.
   "Yes, around you."
   "Say it again." He kissed her shoulder and squeezed and hefted her
breasts.
   "I always want to fuck you."
   One hand went down to cup her pussy.  "You're going to be sore later,
just remember I tried to take it easy on you.  one day," he spread her
outer lips.  "I'm going to put my come where it belongs, in your pussy."
   Damn her.  Instead of taking offense, his finger slid back and forth
over her newly wet labia.
   "Good.  You want my semen inside you."
   "I do."
   He brought the moisture up to her clitoris.  They stood there in the
mirror for several minutes, looking at each other's reflection.  Then Cade
rounded her, went to his knees and tongued her to orgasm.
   They exchanged numbers before he left.  Not but two hours later, her
phone lit with a text: "Get plenty rest."
   ***
   The next evening, her phone lit up: "Awake?"
   "Yes," she replied.
   "Just got off work.  Long day.  You?"
   "Nothing much.  Talked to Holly.  Hid that you were here."
   A few seconds passed, then, "Ashamed of me?"
   She mistyped her reply four times before she dialed him.
   "Well?  Are you?" Cade's voice had an echo, and she heard a strong
stream of water in the background.
   "Are you peeing?"
   "Hey, you called me.  Did you think I wouldn't answer?"
   She grinned into her pillow.  "I'm not ashamed, Cade.  Confused, maybe.
I don't understand." She didn't understand what she felt about him.  She
wasn't ready to talk to Holly about that, much less Cade.
   The toilet flushed and loud water ran.  Then she heard his voice without
the echo.  "I understand."
   The fact that she couldn't talk about him or what she felt?
   "Anyway, Tuesday at seven.  Do you have other plans?"
   "No."
   "I'll pick you up at 6:30.  Plan to stay out late.  Pack what you'll
need for the morning."
   "I agreed to dinner."
   "You agreed to whatever I wanted." He chuckled.  "Don't play coy. 
You'll want to sleep.  How's the pussy?"
   "Sore."
   "Too bad I can't kiss you better.  My tongue is sore too."
   They shared a soft laugh.
   "I'm glad to know you, Cade.  Even if you are the weirdest man I know."
   "Glad you're seeing things my way, Yashawini.  Get some sleep.  I'll see
you Tuesday night."
   ***
   Yashawini had been on a lot of bad dates in the past year, but her date
with Cade was the best in her life.  He picked her up and took her to the
balcony of a restaurant where they could overlook the sunset over dinner.
They sat side by side, talking about their mutual interest in anime and
game houses.
   Cade drove back to his place, a modest sized house, but looked more
suited to a family than a single man.  He got her in the house and the
social conversation disappeared.  Kissing and walking, he directed her
toward the couch.
   "Lift that fucking dress."
   She flipped the skirt over her back and revealed the secret she'd been
hiding all night.  No panties and a freshly waxed pussy.
   Cade's clothes rustled and clinked before hitting the floor.  "Spread
your legs.  Wider.  Pull those gorgeous ass cheeks apart so that I can see.
Fuck yeah.  You did this for me?"
   "Yes."
   He penetrated her dripping wet pussy, rocking, and thrusting until he
built a steady rhythm.  Using the couch as leverage, Yashawini slammed her
hips back to meet his thrusts.
   She moaned loud, wanton - putting up all that racket she once thought
could only be faked.  Her climax rolled upon her like a fright train.  His
balls smacked her clitoris, his fingers buried into her skin.
   "That's it," he said.  "Fuck me back.  Take my cock." He smacked each of
her ass cheeks.  The sting heightened her pleasure.  "You like that?  Good.
Such a," smack, "sexy slut.  You want this huge fucking cock in your cunt
all the time?  Don't you, Yashawini?"
   "Yes, Cade, yes!"
   "Come on my cock.  Do it."
   Screaming and trembling, her body submitted to his orders.
   He leaned in and whispered.  "Very good girl." His praise caused a
flutter through her body.
   She rested her upper body on the couch while he raised her hips to fuck
her.  She felt like a limp rag doll as he used her body for his pleasure.
He lunged into her with short, rapid strokes.
   He stiffened and tensed.  "Fuck."
   He scooped her into his arms and collapsed with her on the couch. 
Yashawini lay on his sweat-covered chest, fighting to catch her breath.
   "That was hot as fuck." A male voice from within the house.  Skinny,
tall, young black male in the hallway.
   "Yashawini, my room mate, Tate.  Tate, Yashawini."
   "Cade, I'm naked."
   "You have nothing to hide."
   She wriggled, but Cade's iron arms held her in place.
   Tate grabbed a light throw and tossed it over their bodies.
   "Thank you."
   Tate handed his phone to Cade.  "You can delete it when you're done."
   Cade shifted and reached between them to remove the spent condom.  She
stared at the video.  Eyes wide, she watched the cell phone video of Cade
fucking her.  She could almost feel him again.
   "Thanks." She handed the phone over and buried under the covers against
the broad expanse of Cade's chest.  "I can't believe ...  anything.  I feel
like I don't know who I am anymore."
   "You haven't changed." He pulled on her thigh, but she snatched it back.
   "How would you know?"
   He lowered his voice until it turned husky.  "Because I understand you
better than you do." He pulled her into a long kiss.  "My room is at the
end of the hall.  Get your stuff and go."
   From the items in his room, she discovered his preferred sport, music,
and style.  He brought her a glass of water and set her bag aside.
   He turned the bed sheets back and waited for her to join him.  "Come
here." He held his arms open and lay down with her.  "Are you upset about
the video?"
   "Not right now, but I will be when my head clears." She sighed heavily.
Was her head ever going to clear while she was with him?
   Be bent to take her nipple in his mouth.  Her pussy clenched and
tingled. He went from one tit to the other, sucking and nibbling until she
was humming with sexual need.  He touched her mound and she splayed her
legs.  He teased her smooth outer labia.
   "Touch me."
   He kept teasing her.
   "Cade, please.  Touch your cock slut."
   He grinned and caressed her slick inner labia.
   "Thank you." She turned to kiss him and rocked against his fingers until
she had another orgasm.
   ***
   Yashawini woke to the sounds of male laughter, the smell of bacon, and
the bright sun coming in through the windows.  After a quick shower, she
found Cade and Tate in the kitchen.
   "Coffee or juice?"
   "Coffee, black."
   Cade handed her a plate piled with hash browns, eggs, and sausage with a
side of fruit.
   Tate leaned over the sink finishing an egg sandwich.
   "This is really good," she said between bites.
   She waited until Tate left to ask the question on her mind.  "Did you
set me up to be filmed?"
   "I mentioned it to him, but I didn't know if he would be home.  There's
no reason for you to be embarrassed.  You have a smoking body."
   "Right.  Having a stranger watch me have sex and film my debasement is
nothing to be ashamed of." She muttered.
   "The hell?  Debasement?  I don't ever want to hear you say that.  Don't
even think it."
   Cade looked truly upset.  What was she supposed to think when he called
her a slut and she acted like one?
   "This is all new to me.  I'm not sure where I stand with you."
   "When do you need to get to work?"
   "Not for a few hours."
   "Aquarium or the art district?"
   "I ...  ah ...  art district."
   "K.  I'll get dressed."
   ***
   Cade and Yashawini went on similar 'dates' over the next couple weeks -
meeting at his house or her apartment and fucking until exhaustion, then
getting out and touring the city together.  Some of those excursions ended
with Cade fucking her in a bathroom or remote section of a building.
   Her libido went up and never came down when she was around him.
   A month passed, and they spent more time in bed than out, but Yashawini
couldn't blame Cade.
   Her phone buzzed, waking her minutes after she closed her eyes.  "You
up?"
   She frowned at he message.  They hadn't talked all day today, but they
knew each other's work schedule.  Both of them had work in the morning.
   She typed, "Yes."
   Instead of a reply, he knocked on her door.
   She got out of bed, tying her robe closed as she went to he door.
   Cade's gorgeous eyes were swollen and red.  He looked defeated, stripped
of his bravado and swagger.
   She pulled him in and closed the door with one hand while squeezing him
with the other.  No matter their schedule or his problem, she could see he
needed her.  They stood in the living room for several minutes in silence.
She walked him over to the couch and pulled him down.
   "What's the matter?"
   "My dad died.  We weren't close, but he was all I had, all I've ever
had. No siblings, cousins, aunts.  Nothing.  It feels like being orphaned."
   'You have me.' She thought the words, but didn't say them.  "Get
undressed.  Stay here tonight."
   They came together some time before morning.  Cade moaned as he bottomed
out inside her.  She was on top of him, riding him.
   "I'm close," he groaned.
   She held his head between her hands and kissed him, but her hips didn't
move.  "I'm not on birth control."
   "I know."
   "I might get pregnant if you come inside me."
   He cracked his puffy eyes open, but his hand pressed her ass down.  "I
know."
   She nibbled her way to his ear.  "Come inside me."
   He exploded with energy, putting her on her back, cradling her hip.  He
slammed inside her and did just that.
   When he calmed she turned to kiss him and tasted the saltiness of his
tears.
   She pushed on his shoulder to look at him, but he only held her tighter.
   "Give me a second," he wiped his cheek on the pillow then reared back.
   "I love you, Cade.  I care about you so much that it makes me crazy.  I
don't know if I've done the right thing."
   Cade shifted until they were spooned.  "If you think after chasing you
so hard that I don't feel the same way, then you really are confused." He
held her tight for a few seconds.  "I love you, Yashawini.  I want to love
you forever."
   <->
   Epilogue: D'aw.  What made Cade so crazy?  I imagine he saw her, as a
model, in magazine photo and said, 'I want to marry that woman some day.'
It's a fine line between being a creepy stalker and a persistent suitor. 
That difference being that Yashawini never told him to back off.
Written: May 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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