"Excuse me a moment im just going to visit the little girls room real quick." She spoke to Richard and got up. She walked down the aisle towards the bathroom, luckily Blakes table was on the way there.
She looked over to make sure Richard wasn't looking but he was on his phone. She stopped in front of Blakes table with a furious expression. He and his two companions looked up at her.
"Hi there Amy." He smirked and gave a quick head-to-toe glance over of her body.
"A word Blake?" She nearly hissed.
His friends smiled knowingly at him and then at each other when he got up.
She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the hallway where the bathrooms were. She hit his chest. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" She seethed quietly
He grabbed her wrist and stepped closer to her "I come here every week with my friends from my home town. Have for a long time."
She wrestled her wrist out of his grasp "Do they know about us?" she pointed at his friends.
"Relax baby bird they don't know." He lightly put his hands on her waist as if to comfort her but she stepped away. "But I'm sure they can guess with the way you acted in front of them."
She rolled her eyes. "I am on a date you piece of shit why are you harassing me?!"
"I'm not harassing you sweetheart. It's not harassment if I know you like it. Which you do." He teased, stepping closer.
"Fuck you no I don't! I'm trying to have a nice date and you're...manipulating me! Mind your own business you creep."
"Oh come on I'm just having some fun." He leaned in closer backing her against the wall.
"You know I like to watch you squirm." His eyes went from her body to her eyes. His sexy expression made her breath quicken. Her heart was pounding and her body responded to his proximity without her consent.
"I'm not fucking here for you to play with. Leave me alone!" She pushed him but he pushed her harder against the wall. She knew there was no use in fighting him so she stood defeated, arms crossed and tried to look away as if enduring his touch, as if she didn't want him to kiss her right there, as if she didn't want to hear him moan.
He leaned in to speak quietly in her ear.
"You can do your best to dress up like a good girl and pretend to play nice for your date over there but we both know you're a horny little slut for me...aren't you?" He started to slide his hand up her dress. She breathed deep and slow trying to control herself but couldn't manage to move his hand, her body wanted his touch more than her mind wanted to prove him wrong. Because the simple fact was that he was right and he knew it.
"All I'm asking is for you to behave. Just as long as I'm here." Her voice was slow and shaky and her eyes looked downward.
"Behave?" He spoke softly with a deep pitch in her ear "Around you Amy?" He slid his hand all the way up until he reached her pussy. He gasped slightly and quietly moaned a smile in her ear at the wet lace he found. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched. He put a finger into her panties and rubbed her lips for a second before drawing his hand away. Her whole body shuddered at the ending of his touch and she accidentally whimpered quietly. "Never." He whispered in a deep voice and licked her ear lobe into his mouth, grazed it with his teeth and then pulled away all contact sharply, looked her in the eyes, licked the finger he had touched her wet pussy with, smiled, winked and walked away.
Amelia stayed against the wall for sheer support as her body was shaking. She tried to focus on breathing but her pussy felt swollen, her nipples were hard, her heart was beating, and her whole body's temperature had raised. She'd lost this battle. She stood up and went into the ladies room. She practically ran into a stall before she locked the door and touched herself vigorously. She put a hand over her mouth and rubbed her throbbing clit. As soon as she slipped a finger into her pussy her whole body shuddered and she came. Her orgasm was silent but intense and she tried to catch her breath before cleaning the wetness in her panties. She washed Blake's influence off of her hands, got a paper towel and dabbed some cold water on the back of her neck, noticing that her face was flushed and her pupils dilated.
She was so lost on where to go from here. She wanted to get back at Blake by getting more physical with Richard in front of him but she didn't want to give Richard a specific impression of how the night was going to end if she didn't know that's what she wanted. And she didn't know if she wanted to sleep with Richard just yet. She didn't want to let Blake continue to mess with her either. She decided to just go back out there, turn off her phone and proceed with the date.
She walked out trying to look unaffected as she passed Blake. His two friends were talking normally, ignorant of the power Blake held over Amelia's body and mind, he clearly hadn't updated them honestly on what he'd just done to her. She looked at them out of the corner of her eye as she passed. Blake;s eyes burned as he stared at what felt like the depths of her very being. It felt like he knew.
Blake and his party ate and left soon after that and Amelia resolved to just try to get through her night. She had just had an orgasm but her body felt no relief from the desire Blake infused into it. She was still on fire for him.
The rest of the date was rather boring. She wasn't sure if it was boring because her senses where heightened and bothered so extremely with Blake or if it was because Richard just didn't have many interesting things to say. She did decide that she didn't want to sleep with him though. The way he bragged constantly made her attraction to him sink. She wasn't sure if she would go on another date with him but didn't mind the idea of friendship.
With her body still vibrating from Blake she pondered over the idea of him coming over. It would be humiliating to ask him after he had been such an asshole. He didn't deserve a reward for interrupting and sabotaging her date, but it was like he had infected her with desire and the only antidote was to fuck him. No, the antidote never lasted long. She thought of fucking him constantly. Actually doing it only sated her for a couple of hours at a time. Her lust for Blake was wholly inoperable.
"Are you okay?" Richard asked as the busser took their plates.
"Huh? Yeah I'm fine why do you ask?" She replied trying to seem normal.
"You seem...distracted."
"Oh I'm so sorry I'm just tired. Finals have me all exhausted." She lied. Her body was practically electric.
"Well sleep is important. It's getting kind of late anyway why don't I take you home?"
"Okay yeah that sounds like a good idea."
Amelia faked a yawn.
They paid and left. The whole way to her apartment Richard continued to blab on about himself and his achievements. If Amelia's body hadn't been possessed by Blake's touch she was sure she would be able to fall asleep in no time with the way Richard went on. But it was completely taken over, and she was trying not to squirm in her seat too much.
Richard walked her to her door and she worried he would try to kiss her. But when she finally got to the door she wondered if a kiss from Richard might distract her from Blake and make it so she could come to her senses and not text him pathetically like she so desperately wanted to do. She honestly started to hope he would kiss her and that it would make her want to fuck him so she would be free of Blake for a while.
She turned to Richard when she got to the door. He smirked a charming half smile at her.
"Tonight was fun. I hope we do this again soon." He had an arm resting on the door on the side of her head. A move she typically liked but felt cornered in that moment.
"Yeah maybe after finals next time so I'm not so sleepy." She fake chuckled.
"Goodnight Amelia." He spoke. He leaned in to kiss her and she reciprocated. But it felt like nothing. It felt bland and plain even with her heightened need for touch. He pulled away his eyes twinkling.
"Goodnight Richard." She dismissed. He smiled and walked back to his car. She walked into her apartment and closed the door behind her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and groaned in frustration as she heard Richards car drive away.
She never wanted this. She never wanted Blake Daine to haunt her like this. She never thought he would poison her with lust like he had and she felt defeated and utterly out of control. She kicked off her heels and wandered to her bed. She reached down and pressed her whole pussy with her hand through her panties and groaned at the need. She pressed harder and massaged it roughly hoping that another orgasm would curb her from contacting Blake. She felt herself get wet again and inhaled sharply at the sensation. She heard her phone vibrate.
It was Richard telling her that her wallet had fallen out of her purse into his car and he was on his way back to return it.
Goddamn it. She thought. She stood up and tried to straighten out her dress with her hands and look like she wasn't just in the throws of passion with herself. She went to the bathroom and wiped the mascara that had run under her eyes slightly and heard the knock on her door.
She walked over and opened it. Blake was on the other end staring at her intensely.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She looked around to see if Richard was coming.
"What do you want right now? And don't feed me any bullshit."
She stared at him not knowing how to respond. She wanted many things. She wanted to not be attracted to him. She wanted to like Richard. She wanted him to touch her. She stared for a moment longer before she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into kiss her. He moaned loudly into her mouth, practically growling, and wrapped his arms around her. He closed the door behind them and slammed her against it. He roughly grabbed her breast with one hand and reached up her skirt to feel her ass with the other, pressing his hard cock against her. He groaned loudly as he grabbed at her and seemed to want to consume her whole as he touched every part of her hot, wanting body. Amelia whimpered at his touch and Blake growled at hers.
