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WARNING
: This final chapter contains a lot of pent-up emotions and physical acts that some may find triggering. While my work thematically revolves around corruption, breaking through repression and failed resistance to sexual desires, in the past I have been accused of not forewarning of non-consensual or violent material; thus this warning that if anything approaching those categories is upsetting or triggering to you, then please do not read.
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16.
Samantha stood there in the hallway, roughly rifling through her purse for her keys for a few moments before she promptly gave up and settled for pounding on the apartment door, banging her fist so hard it hurt.
She heard footsteps quickly approach and then the door opened a crack to reveal a sliver of Janet's face, shocked and alarmed. "Samantha, what--"
"BITCH!!!"
The second her eyes landed on her roommate, Samantha shoved the door wide open, knocking Janet backwards. Adrenaline coursing through her body, everything held a vivid, hyper look, slightly wavering at the corners of her vision.
She had left Michael's apartment in tears, sobbing as she made her way down to her car. But as she'd gotten in and began driving, awash in her anguish, she was peripherally aware in a maddeningly distracting way that her body was still extremely, steadfastly aroused. Her distress began to subside, increasingly becoming replaced by a gathering fury.
Janet...
That fucking whore, Janet...
Compounding her anger was her massive erection, tenting her dress, the ever-drooling tip turning the fabric a darker color from the slowly expanding wet spot. Her foot pressed the gas pedal harder in proportion with her rising emotion, until she was blasting down the road dangerously, recklessly over the speed limit, tires squealing, her jaw clenched as she drove erratically, compulsively stroking herself all the while.
Standing over Janet now, Samantha's head was pounding in time with her hammering heartbeat as she seethed.
"You've ruined everything!!!"
Janet scrambled to her feet. "What... what happened?!"
"Michael!" Samantha screamed out unhelpfully.
Janet blinked at the ferocity of her response, and likely was able to infer some of her meaning, but said very little. "And..?"
"He saw me!" Samantha shouted. "He saw me like this!" Agitatedly flinging her hands, she gestured down to the bulge between her legs, her massive erection clearly outlined against the front of her dress.
The recollection stoked Samantha's rage, causing it to boil over, and she lunged forward, hand flying. The room was filled with the ringing of the sharp slap when she connected with Janet's face.
"You did this!!!"
Janet staggered back a step, a look of astonishment rather than pain, holding a hand up to the spot where Samantha had struck her, her cheek growing bright red.
"You fucked up everything!" Samantha screamed, practically hysterical. Even still, she wasn't able to completely ignore the way her cock jumped when she'd hit Janet. "Michael and I are completely finished!"
She drew her hand back, lashing out to strike again but Janet was ready this time. She pulled her head back and at the same time, she deftly caught Samantha by the wrist. "I did a lot of things wrong by you," she retorted, her voice trembling slightly with remorse yet some indignation.
Now with Samantha safely restrained, Janet leaned in, her eyes blazing as they glared at each other, their faces inches apart, breathing heavily. A small trickle of blood was leaking from the corner of her mouth. "But I didn't make you go back to Michael's like that.
"You did that all by yourself."
Janet flung her hand back at her, leaving Samantha to rub her bruised wrist while eyeing her roommate resentfully. "Don't you touch me again."
"'Don't touch y'--" Samantha repeated, eyes widening with incredulity, her anger re-igniting. "All you
wanted
was for me to touch you!!!
"You sick little skank... After everything I did for you..!
"That's all you wanted. To change me. And
use
me. For your own pleasure.
"
This
is all you wanted..!"
Samantha yanked up her dress, exposing her slim thighs, her flat belly, and her long, hard thick cock, which she gripped with her free hand, causing a generous amount of pre-cum to pour out in a long strand before dripping onto the living room rug.
"This is what you want, isn't it?!" Samantha's head was still pounding, her vision starting to blur. She was so angry... and still so horny. Her cock was aching.
Janet's eyes held some combination of what Samantha herself was feeling -- anger, confusion, lust. "Don't you come here trying to make me out to be the slut," she spat venomously," Not when you're standing there with your big, nasty dick leaking all over the floor."
It was the last straw. After all that had happened, all of the stress, the drama, the angst; the endless cycles of worry and longing and repression; the implosion of her engagement with Michael and their relationship; for Janet to speak to her this way, after everything she'd done for her, and still more than that, after all their years of unwavering friendship and sisterhood -- it was simply too much to bear. Samantha felt something snap inside of herself.
"
Fucking bitch!!!
"
She reached out wildly, her hands circling Janet's throat, and she did so, she felt her member going hard as stone, fit to burst. Rather than looking fearful, Janet's face was twisted in a snarl, one hand grabbing Samantha's wrist, digging her nails in, the other grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her back by the head, so that Samantha had to look down out of the corners of her wide-spread eyes just to keep sight of her.
They were locked in struggle, both red-faced, grunting with effort before Janet broke free, turning away, coughing and choking. Samantha automatically lifted her knee up and kicked Janet in the back, hard, so that she stumbled forward into the couch, doubled over it.
"Try to tell me you're not a slut," Samantha muttered as she reached under her dress and began stroking her needy cock roughly while she stalked over. Their apartment door was still ajar, for all the world to see and hear, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was only the relentless pounding of her confused and angry head and Janet bent over the couch, her perfect, round ass on display.
Once behind Janet, she wrapped her arms around her, one hand groping her bust, the other slipping down the front of her jeans, where she found Janet was predictably soaking her panties.
"Dirty whore, get off," Janet growled, squirming in her arms, pinned against the sofa. Samantha couldn't help but notice the way she kept shoving her butt back against her erection, and she knew it wasn't on accident. "Trying fuck me with your big, nasty dick...
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I'd love it, huh?" Samantha retorted. With her free hand, she pulled open the top button of Janet's jeans with a pop, giving her other hand the space to push her roommate's sodden panties to the side and slide two fingers deep in her snatch.
"Ahhhh!" Janet immediately squealed in pleasure, but Samantha only slid in and out of her a few times before withdrawing her hand soon after.
"I'm the one who wants it?" she demanded. "When you're practically gushing?!"
