Rubbed Raw (6 page)

He started pulling down my panties. “I want you right now.” He breathed into my ear. “Do you think Chad’d be mad if we’re late again?”

I pulled my hips away and turned around. “Yes, and I really couldn’t explain to him why. He wouldn’t understand.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “Please, he’s my best friend. I couldn’t hurt him like that.”

“He knows I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He reminded me as he slid his hands into my panties and over my bare ass. “I’m sure if he was in my place, he’d be the same way.” Then he sighed. “But, you’re right. He’d be pissed.”

Everything at the club was running late that night. While Mark talked on the phone outside, Chad, Chris, Giovanni, Phil and I were sitting at a table. The crowd was growing quickly. The front door seemed to have a never-ending parade of patrons, but my eyes were mostly on the stage.

We were watching Main Street, one of my favorite local bands, play. A few times, I had called Jason, the lead singer, when we needed an opening band. He was as nice as he was talented. They were doing their best ballad, and it made me think about telling Jon about them. I wondered if he was looking for new talent.

Just as Main Street finished their set, the female club manager brought a chair over next to me. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I am you were attacked.” She touched my hand. “You’re very brave. I don’t think I could go back to playing so quick.”

A single tear fell from my eye. I tried so hard to forget about it.
Why did she have to bring it up?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She hugged me.

I closed my eyes willing away the rest of my tears.

Then Giovanni put his hand on my back. “It’s OK, Crystal. He can’t hurt you again.” When the manager let me go, I grabbed him, and he held me tightly. “I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” Then he asked, “How do you know what happened to her?”

“It was in a music blog. One of the bartenders showed it to me this afternoon.” Then she left us.

I clung to Giovanni. “I hope he’s still in jail.”

“He is. The judge wouldn’t give him bail.”

I had calmed down by the time we were ready to go on, but was nervous. Giovanni held my hand tightly until we got up on the stage. I looked out and saw more people that I had ever seen at a club before. There so were many more girls than guys, which was very unusual.

Chad must have felt my anxiety because he was soon at my side with a hand on my back. “Crystal, they’re here to support you. Girls have been handing us white flowers for you since we started to set up.” He pointed to an amp that had a pile of them on it.

A girl called my name. I looked out at the crowd and saw a few young women standing in front of the stage waving me over. I reluctantly left the guys and sat down on the end of the stage. They all handed me white roses.

“Thank you,” I said, confused.

One of them said. “No, thank you. That same guy raped me a few months ago. I was afraid to tell anyone because I let him come home with me from a club. I know what you’re going through.”

Tears started to fall from my eyes, but not from fear. I could feel her pain. I reached out to her and hugged her. Then I whispered into her ear, “Thank you. You’ll feel normal again one day, and so will I.”

Throughout the show that night, more flowers fell onto the stage around us. Mark tried to move them away from our feet as best as he could, and we all just watched our step. I noticed not only girls were tossing them. Guys were too. It gave me a good feeling inside. I had been afraid that people knowing about my attack would set me back, but it gave me strength.

I played better than I had in a while. I started to believe I was going to be the one to get that creep off the streets, and I felt confident again. I knew in my heart I could go through the trial with all of them behind me. I would do it for all the other girls he raped and were afraid to tell. There had to be more of them.

After Giovanni and I got home, I brought all the flowers that we took home into the kitchen. “Do you got a vase?”

“No,” Giovanni replied.

He opened a cabinet, pulled out a tall container, and put water in it. I arranged the white roses, daisies, carnations and a few lilies inside it.

“I wonder why they’re they all white.”

“You know white flowers represent innocence and purity, right?” Giovanni asked.

I nodded. “But what does that have to do with me. I’m anything but pure, and with the clothes I wear, everyone knows I’m not innocent. I can’t figure it out.”

Giovanni caressed my cheek and tilted my chin so he could look into my eyes. “Rape takes away innocence.” He gently kissed my lips. “I hope you never have to feel pain like that ever again. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I smiled and reached up so I could kiss his lips. “You still amaze me.”

We hadn’t been home on a Saturday night for a long while. Charlie’s had a power problem, so our gig there was cancelled. I woke up alone after Giovanni and I had taken a nap. Voices were coming from the living room, so I put on one of his T-shirts that fell almost halfway down my thighs. I walked out of the bedroom, curious.

Giovanni and Chad were on the couch talking. I walked over to Giovanni, leaned over him from the side of the couch, and kissed him. He grabbed me and flipped me onto his lap.

I yelled, “Don’t,” but too late. When I was sitting, I pulled his T-shirt down between my legs. “Giovanni, I don’t have underwear on,” I whispered.

“Oh, sorry,” he got up and carried me to the extra room. After tossing me on the bed with a smile, he pulled out a pair of panties. “I like these almost as much as the black set from yesterday.” He held up the black panties with clips on the sides I was wearing the first time we had sex.

I put them on as he watched me. Then I put on a pair of shorts that were shorter than Giovanni’s shirt. “If he saw anything, I don’t wanna know.”

He wrapped his arms around me then kissed my lips, “Whatever you say, my love. I’m so happy you finally got up. I was starting to miss you.”

Then he picked me up by my ass, and I wrapped my legs around him. He walked with me like that to the kitchen then spun us around. I giggled like a schoolgirl. When he put me down, I sat in a chair because I was a bit dizzy. I looked at the flowers from the night before and smiled. They were so beautiful and reminded me I was strong.

Giovanni soon handed me a plate and a glass of fruit punch. “Me and Chad ate earlier.” Then he handed me my anti-depressant pill.

After, we walked to the living room holding hands. Giovanni sat down and pulled me into his lap again.

Chad looked at me and grinned. “Did you put panties on yet? That was quite a show.”

I blushed then pulled up Giovanni’s shirt, showing him the shorts. “What were you guys talking about while I was sleeping?”

Giovanni squeezed me. “Just guy shit. You don’t wanna know.” He kissed my cheek. “You guys wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure,” Chad replied.

I was soon on the couch between them. I leaned on Giovanni and pulled my feet up on the couch. Chad put them in his lap and started to massage me. I let out a quiet moan.

Both of them said together, “Don’t do that!” It was funny how they thought alike at times.

I laughed. “Good thing I didn’t say, ‘Oh yeah, baby, that feels good.’ Then what would you guys have said?”

I tilted my head back and looked at Giovanni. He looked down at me. “If you said that to him, I’d start to wonder if I had competition again.”

Chad leaned on me, laying his head on my breast. “If you said it to me, I would’ve thrown you over my shoulder and tossed you on your bed.” He laughed as he sat back up. “I’m just playing.”

Then he continued to rub my feet. I didn’t realize how much they hurt from the shoes I wore until he touched them.

“I feel guilty here,” Giovanni admitted. “Maybe I should do your shoulders, but that might be weird, being worked on from both ends.”

I laughed, thinking of our threesome. “Don’t get me thinking about that again.” I closed my eyes, almost feeling the two of them driving into me. “I wish we could do that again,” I thought out loud then sighed.

Giovanni softly told me, “It felt real good, but we’re never doing that with Chad again.”

“Why?”

He exhaled loudly. “Because he can’t handle it, and neither can I.”

“He may be right, baby, but what about with Tommy?” Chad asked, obviously hearing us. “I bet that would make your day.”

I closed my eyes and imagined what that would be like. “Why did you have to make me think of that, Chad?”

“That’s why you love me, baby. I think of the best and nastiest things,” Chad sweetly replied, “That, and my gorgeous hair.” He shook his head so his hair moved around his shoulders.

I watched him, and it distracted me from Tommy. An image of his hair falling around me the morning after my attack flashed through my mind. He made me feel so good. I wanted to reach out and pull his hair.

Giovanni broke me out of my thoughts by putting his hands on my shoulders and massaging them deeply. I tried not to moan from the relief I felt on both ends of my body. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pampering.

When they had both stopped, I felt relaxed, but wide awake. “Can we go out instead?”

“Where?” Giovanni asked.

Chad replied, “We can go play pool.”

“How about dancing?”

Chad gave me a dirty look. “Crystal, you promised.”

“Promised what?” Giovanni innocently asked.

“Chad, please, Giovanni won’t care about that.”

“Crystal,” Chad whined. “I told you never to say anything. Not even to Giovanni.”

“What the heck are you guys arguing over?” Giovanni interrupted us. “It sounds like you’re talking another language.”

Chad looked down. “Crystal taught me to dance, and I didn’t want you to know.”

Giovanni put his hand on Chad’s shoulder. “If it’s any help, I wish I could dance. I’m sure Crystal can move real well. If you guys wanna go dancing, I’m game. Just don’t expect much grace outta me. I have no clue where to even start on a dance floor. No one ever showed
me
how.”

I whispered in his ear, “Don’t you remember when we went to that club, and you moved your hips with mine? It’s like that; like sex. I can teach you. You might like it.”

After we got Chad to agree to go, he went home to change, and I jumped in the shower. When I got out, I started looking through the closet in my room for something to wear. I found a black skirt that made the cut because it was longer. I thought that was perfect. Then I grabbed a really low-cut black blouse and strappy high-heeled shoes.

When I stepped out of the bedroom, Giovanni was standing in the living room. “Wow.” His mouth was open in awe. “I’ve never seen you dressed like that before. Those shoes are real sexy. We should’ve done this a long time ago.” He walked towards me and spun me around, making my skirt go up. “I just wanted to make sure your panties didn’t show when you turned around.”

Giovanni’s hair was in a neat ponytail, but as usual, wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and black sneakers. He was very funny that way. He rarely parted from that style.

As soon as I saw Chad downstairs, I smiled.
Wow!
I thought to myself and tried to hide my attraction to him. He had a blue shirt on with a short collar, black dress pants and simple black leather shoes. His hair was in a ponytail also.

“Man, Chad, you clean up good,” Giovanni commented. “I don’t even own clothes like that. I got a suit for funerals, jeans and not much else.”

Once at the club, Giovanni stood on the sidelines with his arms folded so he could watch us. Chad and I easily got into sync with each other. We were attracting attention quickly while he spun me around with such ease.

My usual feeling of desire for him surfaced right away. The more our bodies touched, the stronger it got. When Chad pulled me against him tightly, pressing his stiff cock against me, I sighed. He smiled at the sound. Then he turned us so his back was to Giovanni and kissed my lips.

I pulled back quickly. “Don’t.”

It was forgotten when a reggae song came on. At one point, he had a knee between my legs and held my waist as he let me hang back. From that position, I could see Giovanni smiling at us. Then Chad pulled me up and held me close to him.

When after a while, a slow song came on. I found a pretty girl and nearly pushed her into Chad’s arms. Then I took Giovanni by the hands and pulled him out to the dance floor.

“I can’t.” He stepped back.

I looked up. “Yes, you can.” I put his hands on my hips. “Just hold me and move to the music.” Then I smiled when he started to move his feet a little, as he watched the couples around us.

“OK, it’s not so hard.” When a faster song came on, he sighed. “Go dance with Chad again, please.”

I took Giovanni’s hands in mine. “He’s busy. Please just watch me and try.”

He watched me for a bit. I knew he had amazing coordination being a drummer and all, so I was sure he could get it. I turned my back to him and got close. Then I put my hands on his hips and pulled them to me. He ran his hands down my arms and sighed as I ground against him.

I looked back at him. “Really, just like sex.”

Finally, he moved his hips with mine. A minute later, he spun me around and pulled me back in place. I smiled at him, happy he was trying.

Giovanni seemed to be able to move well to a reggae beat. He held me on his knee while I ground on him. I knew he liked it, by the bulge in his pants.

At one point in the night, Chad came up behind me, and the two of them danced with me together. That was fun, but a little awkward. It made me think of the threesome again.

There were many people dancing that way. When Chad and I used to go dancing every week, he always found someone to do that with him because I liked it. For some reason, Giovanni seemed to relax, and they both got closer to me, not touching each other, but all over me.

Feeling both of their stiff cocks against me turned me on so much. Chad got down low and put his hands on my hips as he ground his into my ass. I could smell that he had started drinking already, but he danced better that way.