I knew I was in deep trouble the minute she slammed through the door of the video shop with Gavin, her boyfriend, in tow. I'd caught Gavin stealing a gay porn DVD a few weeks ago, and the fallout had involved some pretty heavy and very gay sex--very gay.
She had that "all-American" girlfriend look, with just enough edge that made me wonder if one of those pert little breasts harbored a nipple ring. Her path to the counter of the shop weaved through startled customers with the fury of a little tornado, and despite myself I knocked over my stool as I jumped to my feet. I braced my hands on the counter.
"You fucked my boyfriend!" she shouted, her fist pounding the counter by the credit card reader. We had the instant attention of every customer in the store, and it was a busy Saturday evening.
"Stace," hissed Gavin from behind her, his shoulders cringing. "Please..."
"Only because he needed it," I said. No point in trying to be subtle. This little brunette fury wasn't going to accept any bullshit.
"Now he thinks he's gay!" She'd toned it down a bit, but everyone strained to hear.
"He's so gay." I picked up my stool and sat, crossing my arms in judgment.
"No he's not!" she said with a shake of her dark hair. I like dark hair, whether on men or women, and it amused me that my cock stirred in my loose jeans. She was hot enough that she got me going, and somehow being the object of her anger made it even more fun. There was a lot of passion there. I love passion.
She caught my smirk and it infuriated her. "We have great sex, you little prick! He makes me cum screaming every time. He can't be gay."
I leaned across the counter until I was right up in her face. My heart gave a little patter because of her delicate nose and cute chin. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I drank it in, holding the moment until I had her complete attention.
"He came screaming with his cock deep in my ass and my cum dripping from his nipples."
Gavin had to hold her back. Luckily it was a speechless fury or someone might have called the cops. Luckily I didn't like being a video store clerk or I might have worried about losing my job.
"Get her out of here, Gavin," I said. "This isn't the time or place for this conversation."
He locked eyes with mine for the first time since they'd burst into the store--pleading eyes. He hadn't shaved today, and I suddenly imagined dragging my cock across that dark stubble.
"I'm really sorry, dude," he said as he struggled to hold her shoulders. Her elbow found his gut and his wind gushed out. She twirled away with such speed that her short skirt flew up and gave me a flash of buttock and thong. Yes, there was definitely some edge in that woman.
"Nice girl," I said while Gavin wheezed. A customer down one aisle snorted a laugh, and I made a note of him for the future. He was a little chubbier than I'd normally consider, but he obviously had a sense of humor. Did I mention that I find a sense of humor sexy?
Gavin straightened as he caught his breath, forcing me to catch mine. I love narrow hips and tight jeans on a man. I love a flat stomach and a chest that's not over-worked but still radiates strength. I love firm shoulders filling out a flannel shirt. I love thin chest hair at the opening of a collar. In spite of all that, I wasn't in love with Gavin. Hunter still had my heart.
Gavin looked over his shoulder and back at me. "I didn't mean for her to come here. I just needed...well like you said..."
"You told her the truth." I shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, dude, that was fucking brave. If I have to take some of the heat it's OK. I told you to stop lying to her."
He took half a step toward me, clasping and unclasping his hands. "You know, she wasn't lying. We do have great sex. It's just..."
The customer who'd laughed headed our way with a DVD in his hand.
"Later, dude," I said to Gavin. It was a dismissal. I still had a job here after all. "Call me and we can hook up if you want." I had to fight not to lick my lips, and I had to crush close to the counter to hide my raging hard on. Hunter, the love of my life, wasn't planning any visits for at least six months so I was desperately horny. Hunter's wife had just had a baby, and Hunter was going through one of his bouts of guilt about being gay and in the closet.
Gavin smiled and left. I thought that was it until the phone bleated an hour later.
"It's Stacey, Gavin's girlfriend," said a voice husked in passion. Was she in the middle of sex? "You come to my apartment when you've finished work or I'll rat you out to the manager of that little shack."
I considered telling her to fuck off. I considered telling her I didn't really like my shitty job. I considered a dozen other options, but I had to confess to myself that the coercion intrigued me. What was she up too?
My hand dropped beneath the counter and squeezed my instant hard-on. "OK. I get off in an hour. Give me the address."
I was in over my head, and I liked it. # She opened the door to her apartment wearing the same form-fitting, breast hugging, stopping way above the belly button shirt that had caught my breath at the video store, except that now no bra straps were in evidence, and her nipples poked insistently at the white cotton.
I normally try to be polite and not stare at a woman's breasts, but I made an exception since we were sexual enemies. They weren't big, but they were shapely and free.
She just stood there a moment letting me stare, then she looked down at the tent my cock was making in my loose jeans.
"I thought you were gay," she said while we stared shamelessly at one another's erogenous zones.
"I am. But I get hard for beauty in any gender."
"Fuck off." She turned away, leaving the door open. I hesitated because of the unusual invitation to enter her apartment, but her swaying skirt drew me in. I crossed the threshold and closed the door.
Perhaps the candles distracted me, the low light, the scent of incense, because I didn't see Gavin right away. I saw a kitchen table sitting incongruously in the center of the living room, displacing a coffee table to the wall. I looked about to see what other furniture had been rearranged for the occasion, and that's when I saw Gavin.
Naked Gavin. Hard Gavin. Bound Gavin. He sat in the corner of the living room, his legs tied to the legs of his chair, his arms to the wooden armrests, his bare butt on the wooden seat. This was not a comfortable chair. Extra rope passed around his chest and through the back of the chair.
His cheeks flamed red.
