Pushing Limits (9 page)

His face darkens as he says, “Got some more playin’ to do.” 
Standing, he pulls his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. 
Smiling, an unbelievably sexy smile, he unbuttons his jeans, looking at me and
frowning.  “You have too many clothes on.”  

As my skirt slides off, he murmurs, “Your pussy sure is pretty. 
Damn thing practically calls to me.”  Sliding his jeans over his hips, he
steps out of them tossing them aside.  Reaching down to retrieve
something, my eyes wander over this body built for sin.  A massive
chiseled chest smooth and hard, rigid abs as I expected, round hard ass, he is
fucking gorgeous.  Wetting my lips with my tongue, I think of all the
nasty things I will do to him once this belt is gone…wicked, deplorable, sinful
things.

His light snicker brings me back as he slides a condom on what I must say
is a beautiful cock, it’s perfect…with a slight crook.  “I want to taste
you,” I say, my eyes focusing on his.

“Later, Darlin’.  Now comes the best part.  I fuck you…hard….so
you remember me all the way into next week.”  His smile is a promise.
 Bending over me, he rubs his cock against my sex spreading my juices over
the head.  Moving forward in my one fluid movement, my body betrays me as
I gasp.  He waits for my body to adjust saying, “Enjoy making it difficult
for a woman to walk the next morning, something tells me I don’t think you’ll
mind too much.”  His eyes are dark and brutal.  His mouth is curved
into a sinister grin.   I pant eager for his assault.  “So
tight,” he murmurs.

He slides in gradually at first, allowing me to adjust to him.  His
hard cock feels fucking amazing.  As he plunges in and out, my hips follow
and grind into his pelvis, matching his rhythm.  The build is faster after
coming so many times.  My poor little nub is swollen to what feels like
twice its normal size.  I plead, “Harder.  Fuck me harder.”

“Your wish is my command.”  Positioning his hands under my hips, he
lifts me, settling back on his knees.  Pushing my legs wide, he grabs my
hip with his hand and the headboard with the other, pounding in at a furious
pace.  Fucking me, as requested.  Hard.  Relentless.  Brutal.

My body floats higher and higher as he pummels my pussy, circling his
hips in languid intervals in between the steady pounding.  “Oh God, don’t
stop…fuck me, geezus….Fuck!”  My hips jerk and my eyes squeeze shut as the
vibrations lilt through my body.  As I fall back down to earth, I sink
into the bed, the roar in my ears lessening.

“Oh, come on, girl.  Is that all you got?” he whispers, his voice
taunting me.  He pulls out and I groan at the loss.  He flips me on
my stomach.  My arms still anchored in their soft brown leather harness. 
“Let’s see if I can get ‘nother one out of that sweet pussy.” His gentle laugh
tickles my ear as he slides his tongue up my earlobe, his hand grazing my sore
nipple.  Spreading my legs, he yanks me up on my knees.  “I swear,
darlin’ your ass is one tasty sight.” He gives it a quick slap and kneads it
appreciatively.  “Nice pretty pink color.  Mmmm, I like that.”

My hands instinctively reach for the headboard, clutching it as he rams
into me, eliciting a loud moan, my back arching from the sheer force, my clit
throbbing.  His hand snakes down between my legs circling my bundle of
nerves, coaxing it out to play again.  Thrusting in and out, his finger
flicks my hard nub in opposing rhythm, springing me to life.  My legs
spread wider as I point my ass up, wiggling it against his groin.  “Girl,
you keep that up and I won’t last much longer.”

My ravenous beast rears its ugly head.  Contracting and releasing my
walls, milking him as roughly as he fucks me.  Squeezing with all I have,
demanding his release, fucking him hard.  Angry hard, taking what I
want.  My hips move to meet his as the sound of our bodies slapping hangs
in the air.  My movements are my own undoing as I feel the wave coming
faster and faster as he demands another orgasm, a guttural moan signals my
end.  “Oh God.  Fuck!” 

He pounds into me again and again, forcing me to give him
everything.  His hips jut forward, grinding into my swollen lips. 
This time, “fuck” signals his release as he jars into my cunt, blow after blow.

His hand reaches forward to unbuckle the belt.  My hands finally
free, they fall useless to the bed as I turn, falling on my back.  Tommy
is close behind.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

“You said it,” he says, turning to look at me, smiling broadly, his
dimples deep.

We went at it all night, fucking like rabbits.  Tasting every part
of each other until the sun rose and Tommy had to head back.  With a sweet
and thorough kiss, he dresses, walks out, and closes the door softly as I
drifted off to sleep.

“Well, isn’t this the very definition of a ‘just fucked’ look?” 
Sally teases me. 

I peer up at her with one eye, on my stomach with a sheet barely covering
my ass.  “Leave me alone.  You drugged me.”

“Honey, you drank the drink.  Don’t blame me if the E coupled with a
long dry spell caused you to attack Tommy.”  She smiles with a bored look
on her face.  “That’s on you, not me.”

“I can’t believe how…
demanding
it made me,” I mutter, shaking my
head and throwing my pillow over my face.

“Come on.  It’s our last day before classes begin.  Let’s go
eat, go shopping, do something.  Once the term starts, it’ll be study,
study, study.”  She goads me.

Turning, I rise and run my hand through my hair as I clutch the sheet to
my chest.

“Geez, you are so uptight.”  She sneers.  “Get up.  I want
to go eat.”

“Ok, ok, ok….I’m up.”  My current satiated state pulls my inner
demon out to play.   I rise and walk to the shower, sans the
sheet.  I glide to the bathroom door, completely spent, to the soft murmur
of “Damn.”

I turn the shower on waiting for the water to heat up, staring into the
mirror.  My lips are swollen, my nipples are still an angry red, and hard.
Maybe a sports bra will keep them from rubbing raw.  My pussy is beyond
sore.  Every step reminds me of last night.  Shit, he did say he
wanted me to feel him into next week. 
I wonder if that’s how long
it’ll take for my nipples to go down
.  Smiling, I graze the bud. 
Tender and sore, it still sends pulses to my clit.

The shower steams the room as the hot air escapes the stall. 
Stepping in, the rhythm feels fabulous, pelting me with soft sprays of warm
water, soothing my sore muscles.  Grabbing my body wash, I squeeze some
into my hand, gliding it lightly over my sensitive skin.  No ‘me’ time
necessary today, I giggle.

A voice echoes off the bathroom tiles.  “What are you laughing about
now?  Damn, do you just stand in here and laugh to yourself every morning
like the village idiot?” 

Is she in here again?

“Why are you always in here?” I ask with an indignant tone.

“I don’t know.  Hoping for another flash, maybe?”  She giggles.

“Where did you end up staying last night?”

“Lily’s,” she says nonchalantly.

“Sally!  Why the fuck did you do that?”  Lying one hand on the
tile of the shower stall, I shake my head.

“She’s harmless...it was fun.”

“Eww, so you have slept with her?  I knew something was going
on.  You obviously didn’t notice the daggers she shot you all night when
you looked at anyone twice.”

“Oh, I saw it.”  She chuckles.

Grabbing my towel from the hook outside the door, I wrap it loosely
around me, tensing from the contact with my nipples and step out.  “You
shouldn’t play with that girl.  She’s about two minutes away from turning
into a complete psycho.”  I readjust my towel and say, “Even if she
doesn’t go all postal on your ass, you shouldn’t play with her like that. 
It’s obvious she cares about you.”

She snorts, “Oh honey, Lily acts tough but she’s nothing more than a
timid mouse.  We have no future.  I don’t exactly fit into Lily’s
life plan.  Trust me.  That girl is so far in the closet; her true
feelings never see the light of day.” She shoos me with her hand, turning to
apply more lipstick.   “To this day, she always acts like I force
myself on her...a total helpless victim of the big blonde lesbo.”

“Really?” I ask with a disgusted look.

“Oh yeah.”  Sally sarcastically tosses her hands in the air in feign
distress.  “It’s like ‘Oh, oh, oh…help me, help me….Stay away evil
temptress’  The things I make her do…I’m dragging her straight to hell…
slut, whore, jezebel…blah, blah, blah,” she says with sarcasm dripping from her
voice.  “The minute we’re alone she’s all over me, possessive, needy…and,
that girl is
very
needy,” she says with a snide grin.  “But, you
should see her around her family.  Her Dad’s one of those big evangelical
Christian ministers.  Like the ones on TV.  His name is Billy Bob
McAllister.”

“Who?”

“I know you know who I mean.  He’s that famous preacher who stomps
up and down the pulpit, preaching about how everyone’s going to burn in hell on
TV.  Well, that describes pretty much all of them.  That guy who
always wears the white suit.”

“That guy’s her dad?” I say shocked.  Billy Bob McAlister was
reported to be close friends with Pat Roberts and a frequent guest on
The
700 Show
.  I think I read once he was a pastor to some famous
actors and politicians.

“Yeah.  You should see her around her dad.  She’s cowers around
him.  I think that’s why she acts like such a flaming, judgmental bitch to
everyone else.  She’s totally chastised for merely uttering a thought that
isn’t in line with their fundamentalist beliefs.  God, they’d blow a
gasket if she came out to them…probably send her to one of those de-programming
camps.”

“Are you serious?”  My brow furrows.  “That’s fucked up.”

“I know!”  She rolls her eyes.  “How on earth any rational
human being thinks anyone chooses to be gay, I will never know.  Oh, yeah,
I want to be ridiculed and ostracized for who I am.”  She raises her arm
as if she is being picked for a sports team.  “Pick me.  Pick me.” 
She sneers.  “I can’t be around that.  My family may wish I were
different, turning a blind eye, but I am who I am.  Fuck that shit. 
I’m not interested in being in the closet ever again.”

“’
Fuck’
sounds weird coming out of your mouth.”  I smirk.

Stepping closer, her finger slides through a bead of water still perching
in the hollow of my collarbone saying, “You should hear me come.” Her dark eyes
blaze as they connect with mine, bringing her finger to her lips, sucking on it
with a wicked smile.  “It takes on, a certain…musical quality.”  She
sashays out the door, swinging her skirt, calling, “Ten minutes, Turner.”

“Ain’t happenin’, Westin.”  I shout back shaking my head.

A muffled “we’ll see about that” vibrates through the door.

Laughing to myself, I pull on my usual outfit of jeans, boots, and a
tank.  As I dry my hair, I notice several red slashes still present around
the outsides of both wrists.  Dragging my finger across them, my breath
hitches and I wonder what Tommy’s doing right now. 
Shake it off. 
It was probably nothing to him.  Don’t go all girlie.   You got
laid….Don’t make it into something more.  People don’t stick around,
that’s just the way it is.
 

As I dry my hair, I decide to blow off doing the whole makeup thing. 
My hair hangs in a light pink bang across my face.  The short sides still
holding up but I notice that I could use a trim.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

“You’re kidding right?  Did you want to go down to the biker bar on
Guadalupe?  Strike that.  I would still expect you to dress like a
girl even if we were heading to a biker bar.  What’s with the boy
clothes?” Sally asks with a smirk.

“What are you talking about?  This is what I always wear.”  I
frown, looking over my clothes.

“Hang out with a lot of bull dykes and dudes much?”  Her face locked
in a disapproving glare.

“I wouldn’t say that.  My mom was always forcing that glossy fashion
magazine, J Crew, bullshit on me.  I guess I got used to being
comfortable.  She seemed to be willing to let jeans and a tank slide. 
Kept the fighting to a minimum.”  I shrug.  “Angela never
complained.”

“That’s probably because she tried to keep you permanently naked. 
Clothes weren’t important when you’re doin’ the nasty.  Shit, with an ass
like that, I’d probably use the same strategy.”  She sighs.  “Ok,
after we grab a quick bite, we’re heading over to the mall.  Damn girl,
you can still be edgy without trying to look like a guy.”  She grabs her
purse.  “I guess a true stylist’s work is never done.”

Opening the door, we head down the hall to the elevator.  Karen
steps out, locking her door.  Greeting us with a smile, she says, “Great
party last night, guys.  Where are you two off to?”

“Breakfast at Alberto’s and then the mall to shop.  Wanna
come?”  I offer.

“Can’t.  I have to head to work,” she says.

Stepping into the elevator, I ask, “So, where do you work?”

“The student TV station –
KGBL
.”

“Karen does the news for the campus TV station.”  Sally informs
me.  “Our own Lois Lane.”  She smiles.

“Hardly,” Karen says, “My reporting consists of reporting new campus
policies and spouting off any upcoming activities around campus.  It’s
good exposure though.”

Karen has the looks for TV.  I bet her red hair looks great on
camera.  She’s medium height and has a nice build.  Not a stunner
really but when you get close, and look past the glasses, she’s really
pretty.  She should lose the specs though.

Waving goodbye, we part ways.  Sally turns us toward Alberto’s, a
Mexican eatery near the mall, filling my head with promises of the best
breakfast burritos in town.

***

I feel like a kid in a candy store.  Practically everything I try on
has me falling in love.  Sally is a great stylist and her “love that,”
“too cute,” and “you have to get that” didn’t hurt either. 

“See, you can have it all.  You can still look like a girl and wear
edgier stuff.  You just need some help putting outfits together, that’s
all.”  She assures me.

“Thank you for helping me.  If you had dragged me into J Crew, I
would have had to kill you.”  I laugh.

“Amber…I like J Crew,” she says, her face serious.

“Oh, sorry.”  My face falls. 
Shit, I didn’t mean to insult
her.  Damn it.  Smooth move with the new roomie, Amber.

“Just kidding!  It’s not my style either.  I like Saks,
personally.  They have a wide variety and you can get some cool stuff,
too.  We should check it out.  We still need shoes and
accessories.”  She claps her hands in excitement like a little girl. 
“What do you have at the dorm?  I think I’ve only seen you in combat boots
and motorcycle boots.”

“I have some stilettos and platforms at home but I told Elise not to
bother sending them.”

“Who’s Elise?  Is she your mom?”

I hesitated for a second.  “No.  She was my nanny…Now she’s
head housekeeper.”

“She’s been with you since you were a kid, huh?”

“Yeah.  See, I always wished that she was my real mother when I was
five, especially when my mother decided to dress me down.  Elise was
always good for a shoulder to cry on and a big hug to chase the tears
away.  She’s really special.”

“Mine, too.   Her name was Nelly.  Mama let her go right
after I left for college.  I still can’t believe after eighteen years, she
let her go.”  Her brown eyes fill with regret and quiet resentment. 
“I guess when your mom’s a bitch, calculating and cold comes easy.”  She
stares ahead as we walk.

“I guess so.”  I sigh.  “Knowing Elise, she’ll send everything
anyway, but if you think I’ll need them, why not have two?”  I chuckle.

As we enter Saks, Sally pulls me over to the counter, searching for
collars, spiked chokers, and interesting cuffs and bracelets.  
“Here, try this one on.”  She selects a spiked gold and black
bracelet.  She unfastens it and I turn my wrist so she can clasp it. 
“Playing a little rough?”  She winks.

The angry red marks from the belt are fully displayed on my wrist. 
Blushing, I try to cover, “Oh, I got that from one of my leather cuffs.”

“Whatever, Amber.  Do you think you are the only one who likes a bit
more in the bedroom than straight missionary?  Some of the things I’ve
seen would curl your hair.”  She laughs.  “What you like to do is no
one’s business.  I thought you didn’t give a crap what people thought.”

“I don’t.  I guess I’m gun shy.  My mom beat it into my head
that discretion is a must in our family.  My wild side is…well, private,”
I say, looking away with a shy smile.

“Do you think you are hiding anything?  All someone has to do is
watch you eat or drink coffee, Amber.  You look like you’re practically
having an orgasm.”  She giggles.  “Darlin’, I hate to break it to
you, but you positively ooze sexuality.  Listen to the stuff that comes
out of your mouth.  Everything is a flirt or has some hidden sexual
meaning.”  She huffs.  “From that first night, I was surprised you
could keep it in your pants.  I’ve seen horny and that ain’t it. 
More like hormones on speed.  You obviously enjoy fucking.  Don’t let
anyone make you feel ashamed about that.”

I smile. “You said ‘fuck’ again.”

“Your mom’s right,” arching her eyebrow, she says with a sneer, “and
believe me, I hate saying that.  With all the freaky shit ending up on the
internet, it is important to be discrete.  You don’t need a sex tape of
you going viral.  That stuff never goes away.”  Her smile fades, and
she grips my hand.  “But, this is me.  You can’t shock me.  AND,
you can trust me.”

“Ok,” I say
.  I wonder if that’s true…if I can trust her.

Spying another trinket, she is off and running for the next thing for me
to try on.

Trailing behind her, I say, “I need a coffee.”

“Starbucks at the end of the hall.”  She points, “I could use one,
too.  Here’s a salesperson.”  She hands over a handful of bracelets
and necklaces to the sales woman, saying, “She’ll take these.”

I hand her my credit card and she returns with the charge slip.  She
smiles, thanks me, and hands me the black bag.

We walk to the Starbucks and I gaze over the menu, trying to decide which
concoction I want today.  We order and take our coffees to a free
table.  Taking a sip of my coffee, I groan, “Sweet nectar of the Gods” in
delight.

“You
sure
do love your coffee.”  Sally laughs blowing into
the hole in the lid.

“Yeah, I do.”  I giggle, happy as the caffeine hits my system. 
Taking another glorious sip, I say, “You should major in fashion or
something.  You seem to love everything about or to do with clothes. 
You have a real talent for it.”