Chapter 25
Wendy Chalmers submitted to her anonymous lover. She gave in completely to the anonymous lover who was sending her to sexual ecstasy. She was on sensory overload, as she felt, smelled, and tasted sex all around her. The pressure built up inside of her, and could no longer be contained.
The stranger tunneled deep inside of her, his hands on her hips. Wendy felt a shockwave of tension build up in her clitoris, and radiate throughout her entire body. Screaming, her orgasm took control of her body, flooding every nerve from her head to her toes.
Also flooding her was the product of her assailant's own orgasm. As her body released her sexual tension, it was filled with his semen. He let out a primal grunt of his own, gripping Wendy's body even tighter.
The two collapsed on top of Kristy, with Wendy sandwiched in between. Wendy lay with her head on Kristy's stomach, her nervous system still trying to process what had just occurred. The stranger fell over Kristy's left leg, his face coming face to face with Kristy.
"Shane!"
The numbness Wendy was feeling in her body suddenly disappeared. Leaping up, she scurried over to the light switch. After a moment of letting her eyes adjust to the light, she saw Shane Bullock, naked, lying next to Kristy Simmons, whose dress was still over her waist exposing her pubic hair.
Chapter 26
She heard a knock on the door, but didn't want to move.
"Wendy! I am going to the airport to pick up your Dad. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Okay, Mom."
Wendy lay in bed, annoyed that her mother interrupted her flashback. It had been nearly three weeks since her threesome with Kristy and Shane. Since that night, it dominated her thoughts. The raw sexual power of Shane, as he fucked her while his girlfriend watched from below emboldened Wendy. It made her feel like a sexual goddess, as if she could have anything she wanted.
Lately, something else was bothering Wendy. Her menstrual cycle was usually as reliable as the sun rising and setting. But, as she woke up on this Wednesday morning, her period was four days past due.
She sat up in bed, and grabbed her purse from the nightstand. Rummaging through various lipsticks, eyeliners, and two pairs of sunglasses, she finally found the home pregnancy test she bought at the drugstore.
Summoning all the courage she had, she walked across her bedroom, into the attached bathroom.
Chapter 27
"Dana!"
Greg Simmons knocked on the door of Dana Nelson's apartment.
"Dana, please, can we talk?"
Greg heard silence.
"Dana, I know you're home. I heard the radio in your bedroom."
Greg was becoming exasperated. Dana hadn't talked to him in almost a week, as they had been fighting since their trip home from Chicago.
"Please, Greg, just go away!"
"No," Greg said, almost to the point of yelling. "I will not just go away. Dana, I care about you too much to just go away."
"If you care about me so much, who did you fuck that other girl?"
"Dana, I didn't fuck anyone else!"
Greg said this in a loud voice, and doors opened up and down the hallway, heads popping out, giving him dirty looks. Greg mouthed "I'm sorry" to the other tenants.
"Sure, Greg. Tell me that story again about how your sister put it there, but doesn't remember putting it there."
They had been over this a hundred times, and no one could make a breakthrough in the argument.
Chapter 28
Greg walked back to the apartment next door and went straight to his bedroom. He climbed onto his bed, and replayed the story in his mind as he stared at the ceiling.
After arriving at the Travelodge in Chicago, he walked up to room, and an awaiting Dana. He knocked on the door.
Dana looked through the peephole, and threw the door open.
"Greg!" She hugged him through her tears. "I am so happy to see you! I have been so scared."
"Its okay, Dana. I'm here and you're safe. That is all that is important. Where di your father hit you?"
"Here," she said pointing to her cheek. "But it doesn't hurt. It is fine. Anyway, I don't want to think about that every again."
Dana bounced up on her tiptoes and softly kissed Greg on the lips. Greg wrapped his arms around Dana, held her tight, and softly returned her kiss. Their tongues waltzed in the warmth of each other's mouths. Greg pulled away from Dana, and guided her inside the room, closing the door behind him.
His arm around her waist, they walked over to the king-sized bed, and sat on the edge. Dana took off her glasses, her green eyes were surrounded by redness from crying. Tears started to flow down her cheeks again as she rested her head on Greg's shoulder.
"You make me feel so safe. I want to be next to you forever."
"Dana, I'll be there for you, no matter what."
Dana got up and turned off the lights in the room. Only a dim light coming from the bathroom provided a soft glow to the room. After stepping out of her flip-flops, Dana stood before the seated Greg, and pulled her shirt over her head. After dropping her shirt to the floor, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wiggling as they worked down her legs.
"Well, Greg. Aren't you going to get comfortable?"
Greg quickly took off his shirt and his shorts. Dana stepped out of her jeans, and lunged on top of Greg, his back falling on the mattress. They resumed their deep kissing, Dana ran her fingers through Greg's short brown hair.
Sitting up on Greg's midsection, Dana pulled down the straps of her bra and uncovered her small, sagging breasts. She guided Greg's hands up to her nipples, and he felt the soft flesh squirm beneath her fingers.
Dana threw her head back, her long black hair flowing behind her back. She closed her eyes, and let out a lustful groan, holding Greg's hands close to her chest.
Greg looked at Dana's body. He saw her white, plump stomach rising out of her blue and green striped panties. Being alone in a strange city, having just rescued her, he had a feeling where this was heading. Dana slowly jostling her hips over his boxer-clad crotch, he suspected that Dana would offer him his virginity during the night.
Spent from his earlier mischief with his sister Kristy, and a six hour drive, Greg realized that his penis was not responding to the stimulus of a nearly naked eighteen year old on his lap. Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself into an erection. Every girlie magazine photo, every pornographic movie that he had ever seen flashed before his eyes, to no avail. Sneaking into his mind was a flashback of Kristy standing naked in their bedroom doorway. Confused, Greg felt guilty that he was fantasizing about his sister while he was with a girl who had placed all of his trust in him.
As Dana continued bucking her hips, she became aware that Greg wasn't responding.
"Greg, are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, baby," Greg lied.
"It just seems line you're not, um, you know."
"Not what? You feel so good."
"But you're not, uh, getting, um hard," Dana stammered.
Dana laid down next to Greg on the bed.
"Don't I turn you on, Greg?"
Frustration started to set in for Greg. He wanted to give Dana what she wanted, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Feeling emasculated, he searched for an excuse.
"It's not that Dana. It's not you at all."
"Sure it's me, Greg. I tried to act all sexy for you, and I just couldn't turn you on."
Greg saw the tears starting to build up in Dana's eyes.
"Dana, I can't believe I am going to tell you this, but there is a reason why this is happening."
"Why is that?"
Saying that he twice had sex with Kristy entered his thoughts. He had to suppress that notion before it accidentally slipped out. A more appealing lie came to the forefront.
"Well, first of all, I am exhausted from all the stress and driving today."
"Too exhausted for sex? I didn't think that could happen," Dana said sarcastically.
"It does, especially considering what else I did."
"And what was that? Had sex with another girl?"
"No, Dana. You're the only girl for me."
Greg was appalled at how easy it was to lie to this sweet, innocent girl.
"Then, what is it?"
Looking Dana in the eyes, Greg said, "This morning, I didn't know that we were going to see each other today, or even this week. I was alone and horny in bed. So, I took care of it."
"You took care of it?" Dana sounded confused.
"I masturbated."
"Oh, and that's still affecting you?"
"Wait, there's more. After you called and I thought you would be on the train home, I got excited, and I did it again."
"Twice?"
"Yes. And you know who know who was in my thoughts both times?"
"Lisa Wilson?"
"No. You were, sweetheart."
Greg pulled Dana close and kissed her. He then whispered in her ear.
"You're the only one I want, and I promise I will make up for this. We have all summer."
Chapter 29
Dana woke up the next morning as the sunlight streamed through the seam between the drapes of the hotel room. She looked at the clock, seeing it read 9:17 AM. Greg had talked her into going to sleep after their sexual misfire, reasoning that they were physically and emotionally drained. Although she was frustrated, she felt safe and secure sleeping in Greg's arms.
He was right, as she felt refreshed, having slept like a log. Still in her underwear, she crawled out of bed, and scurried over to her clothes on the floor. She didn't want Greg to see her obnoxiously white, fleshy skin in the bright light. Greg woke up, seeing a shirt cascading down Dana's bare back.
"Oh goody! You're awake!"
Dana jumped on the bed next to Greg. Not minding each other's morning breath, the couple started kissing again. Dana's hair lightly fell on Greg's chest. A friskiness filling his being, Greg pulled down the sheets, and pulled close to him. Dana's bare leg pressed against his boxers, and he could feel her skin through the fly, touching his bare penis. Both of them felt Greg's growing erection.
Dana grinned widely, enjoying the sexual dominion that she was exerting over Greg. She felt womanly. She reached down and pulled off Greg's boxer shorts, and threw them to the floor. For the first time, she saw a naked man. Now, she could explore the male specimen next to her.
She manipulated Greg's balls and penis. She felt his dick become stiffer while in the palm of her hand. The whole room was stirring with sexual energy. Greg moaned.
"Oh, Dana. That feels so good. Please don't stop."
Dana tickled the bottom of Greg's penis, tracing the veins with her fingertips. Her hand then wrapped around the shaft, and she lightly rubbed up and down, her thumb and forefinger stroking over the lip between the stem and the head.
"Greg, sweetie, I want you."
Dana yanked her panties down her legs, and left them on the mattress next to Greg's knees. She laid on top of Greg, resting her slit against his dick. Raising and lowering her hips, her wetness allowed her vagina to glide up and down the pole beneath her.
Greg's hips matched Dana's rhythm. He saw Dana taking deep breaths, her face starting to clench as she reached the top of his penis, and then relax as she slid down, over and over.
Suddenly, Dana's humping stopped. She hovered at the top of Greg's prick and looked into his brown eyes.
"Please, Greg. I want you to make love to me."
The head of his penis started to slip into her hungry vagina. Greg moved his body down, away from her genitals.
"Greg, what's wrong?"
"Dana, I want you more than anything right now. But, what about protection? Are you on the pill?"
"Um, no, I am not."
Dana felt deflated.
"Honey, as much as I want to, I don't think we can risk it, unless you're on the pill."
Resigned to the fact that Greg was right, Dana climbed off Greg's body for the second time.
"No, I am not," she said as she put her head on his belly, looking at his erect penis. Dana started to pet his dick.
