Chapter 4
When I didn't hear from Max for a few days, I stopped expecting to hear from him at all. I thought that asking for my number and mentioning a dinner date was probably just his exit strategy to avoid any awkward conversations. After all, Max did come across as the kind of aggressive young man who made it a point to chase down women till he had their way with them. I wasn't naive enough to think any more of our encounter than an erotic coupling. But somewhere within me there was a sense of disappointment that I may never again get another night of wild sex like the one I had spent with Max.
So around a fortnight later when I finally heard from him I was pleasantly surprised. Max had called out of the blue in the middle of the week to see if I would consider meeting him for dinner that night. It was a Wednesday and I had no plans other than catching up on episodes of some of my favourite shows. He didn't offer any explanation for why he'd waited that long to call. But, a little voice inside my head answered.
He's been busy with his other playthings
.
I found I could ignore the voice long enough to agree to meet with Max for dinner at his place. He texted me his address along with directions on how to get there.
I chose to dress casually for our date- a simple pair of jeans with a short frilly white top that that showed just a hint of cleavage- and tied my hair up in a simple ponytail.
A taxi dropped me off in front of Max's apartment building. It was located in the nicer part of the city. Looking at the neighbourhood I thought that perhaps Max's parents must've previously or perhaps currently owned the apartment; it seemed unlikely that he would be able to afford the place on his own.
I waited outside for him to ring me in. The building must've been old but the security and amenities were definitely very modern. A few moments later I found myself standing outside Max's apartment door with a wine bottle in hand waiting for the door to open.
The door opened and I was caught up in a whirlwind of sorts. Strong hands were pulling me in, while a mouth forcefully devoured my mouth. I heard the thud of the door being slammed shut. I couldn't even catch a glimpse of the surroundings as I was picked up and transported. I could barely see the face of my assailant and I would've panicked if I hadn't recognised the blue eyes staring back into my own brown ones.
Max tossed me on his couch. And began ripping open the buttons on my blouse. I helped him only to make sure that he didn't end up shredding my delicate top and leaving me with nothing to wear on my way back home.
As soon as my top was off he began mauling my breasts through my bra- squeezing, pulling, pinching, slapping. He then dragged my jeans down my hips while I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I had chosen to wear a cute little hot pink g-string which Max must've liked because he left that on. He proceeded to pull off his shirt and then his pants. My eyes widened when I saw his tumescence spring free- he wasn't wearing any underpants. I gulped and stood up to take off my bra even as I saw Max kick away his shoes and socks and pants, all of which had laid pooled around his feet.
"Bend over and grab the back of the couch." He commanded me as he approached me from behind. I heard the ripping sound of a condom wrapper. A minute later, I felt a smack across my bottom.
"Ouch!" I yelped from the stinging.
"That's for making me wait."
"What the hell! I got here on time."
"You were late by five minutes."
And another smack, this time on the other cheek.
