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TWELVE

Brody's Visit

 

After she’d put down the phone Hannah realized that this was
the first time that she wasn’t excited to see Brody. She was even dreading it,
in a way. She was afraid that this would be the last time that she was see him.
Either she would scare him away with her questions or he would scare her away
with his answers. The middle ground between the two was so thin that Hannah
wasn’t sure that it existed at all.

Hannah didn’t immediately answer the door when she heard the
knock. She had begun to hope that he wouldn’t show up, that they could delay
this for as long as possible. Even though she had requested the meeting, she no
longer wanted to go through with it. He knocked again. She couldn’t just leave
him standing out there. She had to face this head on. After a deep breath, she
got up to answer the door.

Brody was standing there. He looked impatient, as if it were
a chore for him to be there. Hannah was put off by this at first but then
realized that she probably had a similar gloomy disposition.

“Come in,” she said.

Brody came inside. He had none of his usual energy. She
wasn’t sure if this was because the week was taking its toll on him or if he
was just dreading this meeting. It very well could have been both. He took a
seat at her desk chair while she sat on the bed.

Brody got right to the point. “So what do you want to know?”

This took Hannah off guard. She had expected to work around
the subject for a few minutes before getting to the heart of the matter.

“I think we need to talk about what happened the other day.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

So he wasn’t going to volunteer anything. He was going to
make her ask.

“What were you doing at the restaurant?”

He grinned for the first time since he’d arrived. “Eating
lunch.”

“I’m not stupid, Brody.”

“Sorry. The truth is that I was watching someone.”

“Who?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Who was it?”

“You can keep asking, but I’m not going to tell you. I’m
sorry.”

She supposed that was fair given the circumstances. “Okay.
Why were you watching him?”

“I’d also prefer not to tell you that. What I will tell you
is that watching and following people is not a regular part of my job.”

“And what job is that?”

Brody swallowed. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I tell you, you won’t want anything to do with
me anymore. And I can’t live with that.”

“Brody, no matter what you tell me I promise that I’ll still
be here for you. The only way I’ll leave you is if you don’t tell me.”

He looked deeply into her eyes as if he was try to gauge the
truth of her statement. They fell silent in that moment. They both realized the
importance of Brody’s next sentence. An ocean of quiet lay between them.

“I steal cars.”

Rather than take the tension out of the air, this simple
statement only increased it. They looked at each other while trying to mask the
emotions they were feeling in that moment. Hannah knew that it was her turn to
speak. She had been struck dumb by this revelation. She knew that something was
coming. But it wasn’t until she actually heard him say it out loud that the
implications sank in.

“You steal cars.” It was all she could manage. Her brain had
been shattered to pieces like a glass dropped on the floor. “Why?”

“I get paid to do it.”

“But it’s wrong.”

“I know. I don’t really have an excuse for it. It’s just
what I do.”

“How long have you been stealing cars?”

“Since I was fifteen.”

Since before he had a driver’s license. This was crazy. Hannah’s
head was spinning. She had so many questions. It took all her effort to
restrain herself to only asking one at a time.

“Who pays you?”

“No. You shouldn’t know that. I’ll try to be as honest as
possible, but there are some things I don’t want to tell you. Trust me, it’s
for your own safety.”

“Have you ever...hurt someone while doing it.”

“I try not to,” he said. “I’d have had pretty good luck
avoiding it. So far.”

So far. He said it like it was something that might change
in the near future.

“What does that mean?”

“Never say never. That’s all.”

“The guy you were following. You want to steal his car.”

Brody nodded.

“And someone’s paying you to do that?”

Brody nodded again.

“Why that car in particular?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Because it might be dangerous?”

Brody nodded.

“What have you gotten yourself into?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Hannah got up and walked over to him. She leaned down and
kissed him on the forehead. She then straddled the chair and sat down in his lap.
She pressed her forehead against his.

“Tell me it’s going to be okay,” she said.

“After I get this done, we can be together. I promise.” He
then added, “If you still want me.”

“Of course I do.”

She kissed him, long and passionately, to confirm this fact.
She hadn’t intended to start anything but neither of them wanted to let go of
the kiss right away. All the distress that Hannah had been feeling began to
fade. The memories of their good times together came flooding back. She
remembered why she had become so obsessed with him in the first place. It was
an incredible, life-affirming kiss.

Before she knew it, Hannah was grinding her hips against
Brody’s lap. She could feel him becoming aroused as she did so. Neither of them
were trying to make anything happen. They just couldn’t resist each other.
Their mutual attraction was strong enough to overcome all the turmoil that had
been plaguing them for these last few days. They both seemed to accept that it
was in their best interests to forget about all that and just enjoy themselves
for a little while.

She put her hands all over him. She ran them through his
hair, over his back, and under his shirt. He used his hands on her as well,
cupping her breasts and ass. They pulled each other close together. They still had
not broken that first kiss. Hannah’s grinding increased. She could feel that he
was almost fully erect and was practically ripping through his pants.

Brody stood up. Hannah was still straddled around him. He
carried her over to the bed and together they laid down. They continued to kiss
and grope each other as they stripped off their clothes. They kissed each
other’s necks and chests. Any bit of exposed skin became a target. They ground
their hips against each other, just inches away from achieving penetration.
Hannah wanted him inside her right that second. He did not oblige her right
away. Brody has something else in mind.

Brody kissed downward along the middle of her body. He
kissed the nape of her neck, the middle of her breasts, her solar plexus. He
lingered along her stomach and then went even further down until he reached the
edge of her wispy pubic hair. He then kissed the hood of her clitoris followed
by the lips of her pussy. Her gave her labia a long lick and then dipped her
tongue into the center of her pussy. He stiffened it and moved it in and out,
tongue fucking her pussy. She squirmed at his touch while at the same time
lifting her hips to give him better access to her most sensitive area.

He lifted his tongue from her pussy and began to tickle her
clit with it. Hannah closed her eyes and began to moan. She start to massage
her own breasts. She pinched, tweaked, and pulled on her own nipples as Brody
feasted on her clit. She came within minutes of Brody suckling on her clit. All
the tension and frustration from the past few days was released in a torrent in
the form of screams from deep within her being.

Her whole body was shaking now from the force of the orgasm.
She wanted Brody inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock penetrating her. But
Brody wasn’t done using his mouth quite yet. He moved even further south now
until he was kissing and licking the bottom of her pussy. He pressed his hands
against the back of her thighs and pushed them so that her legs were further up
in the air.

The first touch of his tongue against her puckered asshole
was more than Hannah could take. She tried to wiggle away but he held her in
place and gave it another lick. Her eyelids fluttered as he continued to rub
his tongue along the rim of her asshole. She had never felt anything like it.
It was the sort of forbidden pleasure that she’d always been taught to avoid.
The sensation was too novel for her to even achieve orgasm. It felt incredible,
but in a way that her brain was unable to interpret.

Brody came back up so that they were face to face. She
grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Normally the thought
would have disgusted her given where his mouth had just been. But these were
not normal times. Not this week. She let her tongue wander in his mouth,
exploring every crevice. She reached down her hand between his legs and grabbed
hold of the base of his cock. She guided him into place. She wanted his fucking
cock right now and she wouldn’t let him deny her anymore.

He pushed forward and slipped inside of her. Hannah let out
a satisfied gasp. Finally. It had been far too many days since she’d felt that
wonderful cock inside of her. She raised her legs to allow him deeper access.
He rocked his hips back and forth on top of her. She dug her nails into the
skin of his back and bit his shoulder repeatedly. It felt so good. It was as if
his cock were crafted specifically for fucking her pussy. His strokes grew
longer as he went deeper and faster inside of her. She began to whisper words
of encouragement in his ear.

“Fuck me. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me hard. Oh my god, yes. Do it.
Harder. Faster. Yes, yes.”

Brody complied to each of her requests, fucking her harder
and faster. She wasn’t done making requests.

“I want to ride you, baby. Let me be on top.”

Brody seemed happy to oblige. He temporarily pulled his cock
out of her and laid down on the bed. She threw her leg over his waist and sat
right on his throbbing cock. She let it settle inside of her. She just wanted
to enjoy its very presence for a moment. She lifted her hips up until only the
head of his cock was still inside her. Then she slowly settled back down until
she had once again reached the base. She then rocked back and forth and twisted
her hips around in an effort to let his cock touch every surface of the inside
of her pussy. She put her hands against Brody’s chest for leverage and began to
move up and down. She did so slowly so that her pussy lips dragged against the
shaft of his cock. Her pace grew faster. Soon she was bouncing with abandon on
his long, thick cock. Not long after that she was cumming once again. She
screamed as she ground her clit into his pubic hair in order to maximize the
level of her pleasure. It worked. She could feel her pussy practically
flooding.

In spite of these multiples orgasms, it was not enough. Not
today. Not this week. Not anymore. She needed something else. A step beyond
where she had ever been before. Brody’s earlier activity had planted the seed
of an idea in her head. Now that seed was blossoming into a fully realized
desire on her part. She leaned forward and again and whispered in his ears.

“I want you to take me from behind.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

To show that she was serious, Hannah lifted herself off of
his cock and got down on all fours.

“Go ahead.”

Brody got up on his knees and positioned himself behind her.
He brought the head of his cock to the edge of her pussy.

“Wait,” Hannah said. “Not there.”

Brody moved his cock an inch higher so that it was resting
against her asshole.

“Yeah. There.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do it.”

Hannah braced herself for his entry. She had no idea what it
would feel like. She felt a trail of spit drip down onto her ass. Brody rubbed
it through her crack until the makeshift lubricant covered the tightest of her
holes. He ran his finger along the outside before penetrating it. Hannah felt a
chill run through her body and she inadvertently lurched forward.

“Are you okay?” Brody asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s just my first time doing this.”

“Okay. I’ll go slow.”

He gradually moved his finger further inside of her. Her
anus, not used to things going in rather than coming out, resisted as first.
Hannah bit her bottom lip as Brody’s finger moved further inside of her. She
was beginning to have second thoughts. If she was having this much trouble with
one of his fingers she couldn’t imagine what his cock would feel like. She
thought that its girth would tear her apart. That was about the last thing she
needed right now on top of all her other woes. It did get easier though. With
each passing second she grew more accustomed to the feeling of his finger in
her ass. Eventually she began to find it quite pleasurable.

Now came the real test. Brody removed his finger and
positioned his cock, still wet from her pussy, up to the brink of her asshole.
He pressed the head against her anus. At first nothing happened. All Hannah
could feel was the pressure of something pushing up against her. But soon he
started to breach her asshole and began to enter inside of her. Hannah tried to
cry out but she had lost her breath. She grabbed hold of her sheets as tightly
as she could. She could feel her anal cavity opening up to welcome Brody’s cock
while the anus itself remained tightly wound against the shaft.

His cock moved further forward. It was much easier now. It
still hurt, of course. But Hannah was beginning to see the appeal. Through the
waves of pain she could feel those precious moments of intense pleasure as her
anus bent and stretched. And to think, Brody wasn’t even really fucking her
yet. He was only now reaching the limit of his length inside of her. The
feeling of his cock pulling out of her didn’t bring much relief. It was only
when he had repeated the process slowly three or four times that Hannah began
to feel ready for him to really give it to her.

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