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Kaleb's heart was racing as he drove across town. He had stopped looking at her social media after she dumped him, but had never un-followed any of her accounts. A quick check on her insta feed confirmed that Christy was out shopping with her girlfriends. And the stink he raised about the bracelet must have made her uncomfortable because she didn't appear to be wearing it. As long as she still hid her spare key in the same place he was good. Pulling into the parking lot at her apartment complex he looked down at the bracelet in his hand. It was a perfect copy of the one he had given her. It even had a chip from when she banged on the bar trying to break her fall at the club when they celebrated the next night. Walking to the elevator he double checked and a 10 minute old post showed she was still on the other side of town.
Letting himself into the apartment we was hit with a wave of memory. It was the smell. The combination of her favorite perfume and the air freshener brought all his experiences here back to the forefront of his mind. The first time she had invited him in. The hours long make out session on the couch. The way he literally stopped breathing when he saw her naked for the first time. The warm sensual heat the first time he slid himself into her sex. Then he felt the renewed pain. She had dumped him less than 2 months after their first anniversary. Less than two months after he had given her the bracelet that it took him 2 months to save for. And apparently for a guy that she had already been with. What a bitch. She was going to pay, and he was getting hard just thinking of all the ways he was going to make that happen. Quickly he went back to her room and found her jewelry drawer. There it was, the symbol of how she had fucked him over. He replaced it with the duplicate that was going to let HIM fuck her over, and over, and over, and over. Mission accomplished he headed home.
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Only a half hour left to go. Time had seemed to crawl all afternoon. She was out all day shopping, trying to find an outfit for her date with the asshole what's-his-face. His stomach had been in knots, a mixture of nervousness, excitement, fear, lust swirling around is his head amping him up with an energy for which he could not find an outlet. Video games, TV, books, nothing could take his mind off the reality of what he planned to do and the possibilities tonight would bring.
Am I crazy? Could this even possibly work? Do I really believe that by writing
"Your body will obey Kaleb's every command"
on a piece of paper and sticking it in a box I could actually control her? It's completely crazy, but if it's true, oh my God if it's true.
Twenty-five minutes left to go.
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Kaleb's heart was pounding as he eased open the door to her apartment.
What if this didn't work, what the hell am I going to say to keep her from calling the cops? Oh this is a bad idea, maybe I should just turn around and go.
The scream froze him in place as she emerged from the bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing here?", she yelled as she quickly sprinted to the cover of her bedroom. The glimpse only lasted a second but there she was with nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair. The sight of her naked form cemented his feet in place and caused the words he was forming to die in the back of his throat.
The slamming of the door snapped him back into the moment. "Kaleb get the fuck out of my house. How did you even get in here? You have 10 seconds to leave before I call the cops."
Shit, shit, shit. She hadn't put it on yet. Fuck, think quick
. "Um, I just came to take my bracelet back. I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't think you would be home."
"So you just came to fucking rob me?"
"Not rob you, take back what is mine."
"It was a gift Kaleb."
"A gift I gave you while you were cheating on me. It was expensive, you didn't deserve it at the time, you don't deserve to keep it and I want it back."
"Get the fuck out Kaleb, it's mine and I am keeping it."
"Fuck you bitch. You don't even like it that much. You're not even wearing it."
"I wear it all the time. You saw me wearing it last night. Here I'm putting it on ri..." Kaleb felt a jolt crawl up the back of his neck. " ...ght now. There I am wearing it. And now I am calling the cops. You better leave."
What was that sensation he felt? And the hesitation in her voice? Did this really work?
It was now or never. "Put the phone down and stop yelling at me."
"Fine Kaleb, I won't call the cops", she uttered in a conversational tone, "I just want you to leave. John will be here in a hour to pick me up and he will kick your ass if you are still here."
Holy shit! No way
. Kaleb's heart started pounding even harder in his chest, accelerating from racing to a booming drumbeat that he could feel throughout his body. Blood was rushing to his groin and he could feel the beginning of an erection. "Christy I am not going to debate you through the door. Open it up so we can discuss this face to face."
Swinging the door inward with an exasperated sigh, "Look Kaleb, I just want you to leave. Please just go."
Kaleb didn't register anything past the word "Look". Many guys romanticize and over-exaggerate the beauty of the woman that got away, but Christy was objectively gorgeous and easily the most beautiful woman he had ever dated. Here she stood naked from head to toe.
"Kaleb. Kaleb. Are you even listening to me? I asked you to leave."
Kaleb continued to stare and drink her in. He was now fully hard as he admired the body he had been longing to touch again for the last five months. "Do you know you're naked?"
Her eyes doubled in size as she looked down at her naked body.
Why did I open the door without grabbing a robe? Where was it now?
She reached to close the door but found once she touched the knob her arm wasn't able to push it closed. Kaleb wasn't holding it open.
What the fuck is wrong with my arm?
Changing tactics she pulled the towel from her head and started to wrap it around herself.
"Drop the towel and just stand there. I want to look at you." She unconsciously released the towel.
What the hell
? She tried to turn to seek shelter in her closet but her feet were cemented in place. Panic welled up inside of her as she tried to conceal herself with her arms. "Kaleb what the hell is going on? How are you doing this? Please stop." she sobbed through teary eyes.
"Stop trying to cover yourself, be silent and stand there while I look at you." Kaleb's member was throbbing as it strained against his jeans. Heart racing he willed himself to calm down and enjoy the view. The dampness made her normally chestnut colored locks a deep brown and drew his eyes to the tops of her breasts as droplets flowed from the tips of her hair onto the supple flesh where they laid. Those droplets of water matched the near perfect teardrop shape of those magnificent tits as they hung there, proudly defiant of gravity, with just the most subtle hint of sag to demonstrate they were completely natural. His eyes continued down to her taut stomach with the faintest outline of muscle definition and onto the firm toned lines of her legs. Four years of sprinting on the high school track team followed by an adulthood fitness regimen of distance jogging had helped her maintain a well-muscled, toned, and distinctly feminine physique that just begged to be caressed. His gaze returned upward and paused again at her bosom. He never did bother to learn their size but they were easily as big as softballs. Their development was what had kept her from running competitively in college and it was easy to see why. Even the most robust sports bra would be unequal to the task of supporting them during an all out sprint. Continuing upward the spell was broken by the abject terror that was marring her beautiful face.
Kaleb reached out placing his hand over her heart and took note of her racing pulse while enjoying the supple feel of her left breast. "Take deep breathes, slow your heart rate and relax yourself." He marveled as the tension visibly left her body and her heart beat slowed to a placid rhythm. "I'm sure you are scared, and angry, and probably full of a myriad of other emotions, but you're not going to react to them, and you're not going to let them show on your face. Now turn around so I can see the rest of you."
He allowed his fingers to remain in contact with her as she slowly turned, enjoying the sensuousness of the soft silky skin passing under his touch. When she finished her turn he drank in her backside, enjoying the way her back tapered from her shoulders to her hips allowing the very edges of her breasts to peek out. There was something so erotic about staring at the back of a naked woman. He didn't know if it was the tease and promise of her eventually revealing her breasts or the the fact that it invoked thoughts of bending her over and taking her from behind. In either case it quickly refilled him with lust as his lowering gaze brought her ass into view. As much as he had enjoyed her breasts, her ass was the physical attribute he missed the most about her. He loved the way her hips flared out into two perfectly rounded globes that were just large enough to feel satisfying when cupped in the hand and taut enough to bounce the proverbial quarter off of. He had long missed the feeling of those cheeks bouncing off of his stomach when he buried himself into her from behind, or pressing against his face when she sat up in the throws of orgasm during their rare 69 sessions.
