Chapter 18 - Derek
After quickly showing Alexis to the guest bedroom and informing her she was welcome to raid the fridge for food if she was hungry, I fled to my room and shut the door behind me, leaning against it. It had taken all the self control I could muster to turn her down in the shower, and was only mostly sure I had made the right choice. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of her stroking me in the shower, her tender breasts pushed into my arm. I locked the door and sat on the bed, breaking out my supply of lube and tissues. If I wasn't going to let her take care of it, I needed to do it myself. And today had given me plenty of material to work with. I didn't take long to pop, but one wasn't enough. I had to push out three loads before I began to relax.
I slipped into pajamas, and pressed my ear to the door. I didn't hear any movement outside, so I slipped out, and went to clean up the master bathroom. I mopped up the spilled water with a couple towels, then carried the ruined snack plater down to the kitchen. I scraped the ruined food into the trash, replaying the way I had turned her down and fled. That couldn't have felt good for her. I washed the platter, took the now nearly full bag of trash out to the bigger cans outside, and started looking for something to eat. I found some frozen burritos, so I put a couple on a plate, then added a couple more. Alexis is probably just as hungry as I am.
If I was going to make food for her, I should put a little bit of extra effort in, so I cut some cheddar cheese to put on top of the burritos, then put them in the oven. It would take a few extra minutes, but it was the superior way to eat the terrible meal. Half way through I flipped the burritos and put the cheese on, and when they finished I put them on two plates with a fork and a knife, along with a puddle of salsa to the side. I took the two plates up the stairs, and stopped nervously in front of her room. I set my plate off to the side of the door, to give me a free hand, and then knocked softly on the door. I didn't get a response, so I knocked once more. "Alexis? You awake still? I made you some dinner if you're hungry." It was only a loud whisper, but it still felt loud against the silence of the rest of the house. I sat down, with my back to the door, and thought for a moment.
"I realize I came off as rude earlier, and like I may not like you, but that very much is not the case. I've had a crush on you for a long time, so when you started showing an interest in me, well, that hardly seemed possible. Then today came along. You were perfect today. You lived up to everything you said you would do. You let me parade you around in increasing states of undress, and did it with a smile. And then we came home, and you were still perfect, and I got to play with you some more, and everything was great. And then we had that shower, and I realized that if I let you go any further, I was going to go all the way. And I realized that I didn't want to have our first time together under the cloud of this game. I wanted it to be just us, doing it because it is what we both want. So I had to stop you from taking things further. But I was so close to slipping, to letting you have your way, that I panicked and got myself out of there as fast as I could. So... sorry.... I don't even know if you're awake and listening in there right now. I guess I'll try to explain tomorrow. I'll leave the food here though if you do want it." I listened for a response from the room, but I still didn't hear anything, so I picked myself up and grabbed my plate.
I ate quickly in my room, then decided I should get something to cover Alexis's plate, so I brought mine down to the sink and got a large plastic bowl that would sit over the plate. When I got to her door, the plate was gone.
Maybe she was listening after all?
I slipped back downstairs to put the bowl back, then retreated to my room. I climbed into my bed, and stared at the ceiling. It took a long time before the darkness of sleep washed over me, but eventually it did, leaving me dreaming of the woman down the hall.
My eyes flew open as I felt something warm and wet slide over my morning wood. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and I had to blink them to draw things into focus in the dim light. Of course that whole time I was distracted by my other senses being bombarded. What finally came into view was most definitely a pleasant surprise. Alexis was crouched over me, her eyes locked on mine with a devious smile. Her lower lips were split around the shaft of my dick, and she was slowly riding me up and down. Her one hand was braced on my chest, while the other was caressing her own, teasing her nipple as she bounced.
"I have to thank you for your kind words last night, Sir, but now that a new day is here, I wasn't about to wait another second." She had a saucy air to her, the 'sir' sounding more teasing than subservient. I relaxed my persuasive muscle, momentarily worried I had let something roll over her without meaning to. On the other hand she wasn't acting like the other two girls, so maybe I was safe for now. She was acting awfully confident, as if she were the one in charge, and I knew that I couldn't let that stand.
I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her off of me, then rolled over on top of her. She had a friendly spark of defiance in her eyes, and that was urging me onward. I grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head, pinning her in place. "You know, you really didn't do a good job getting my consent here." I teased. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson." She started gyrating her hips under me, a sultry grin on her face.
"Maybe you should. Am I your bad little slut you need to punish, Master?" She said in a childish tone, and fully mocking me as she dragged out the last word. "What horrible things do you intend to do to me? Or are you still to shy and weak to take what you want, like last night?"
I looked over her body, drinking her in. From her cute little toes to her button nose. Her long hair was in a loose bun on top of her head. I shifted both her wrists into one hand, then I let the other slide down her, caressing her face, then her neck, then her breasts, then her abs, feeling her faint shudders as I passed over an erogenous zone. I kept my hand right above her mound, feeling the warmth of her as I looked her in the eyes.
"I didn't think it would be fair to do this under the guise of the game we were playing yesterday. But this morning," I stroked her very wet lower lips, then used that hand to line my dick up with her opening. "You are not my slave. You are you. And thus, I can let myself do this!" And I thrust myself deep inside her, my balls smacking against her when I was fully seated.
Her eyes went wide as I first spread her pussy, then she lifted her chest off the bed so she could kiss me. I pushed my lips into hers, and soon our tongues were wrestling. I let my hips pump in and out of her, not worrying about keeping a set rhythm. I was far more focused on our tongues, as they twisted around each other. I pulled back, leaving her panting below me, a look of need on her face.
"You're really sure you want this? You want a part of this life I've been thrown into?" I said, slowly gliding in and out of her depths and watching as she squirmed trying to get more pressure or faster movement. "You know I'll still be using Felicia and Ivy, whenever I want?"
