Chapter 2 of my smutty story, Girlfriend

Chapter 1 is here.  This is consensual, standalone smut set in the same a world you might recognize if you have read Mindgames.  

    Three days later Samara took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on Chuck’s door.  But before she could, he opened the door, almost bumping into her.  She jumped and he scowled.  “Yes?” he said.

      Samara cleared her throat. “I’m sober,”  she said.  “I’m pretty much always sober.  The other night was the first time in my life I’ve been drunk.” 

     “Everyone knows you’re a good girl,” Chuck said.  He stood in the doorway, blocking her from coming in.

    Samara didn’t know how to respond to that contempt.  That she wasn’t a girl any more, hadn’t been for a long time?  That good was a meaningless concept?  She hated being tongue tied.  She would not be.  “Well,” she said, “that was a conversation-stopper.” 

      Chuck grinned, slow and easy.  He finally left the doorway, but in the wrong direction, towards outside, shutting the door behind him.  Samara trailed him to a bench against the side of the house.  Chuck lived on the edge of the town, and the bench looked out towards the fields.  Chuck sat, and invited Samara with the nod of his head to join him.

    "Okay, sober Samara,” he said.  “What do you want?”

    Samara looked straight ahead.  “Same as drunk Samara. I want you to have sex with me.”

    Chuck stretched his long legs out in front of him and leaned back on the bench with his hands behind his neck.  “Is there any particular reason for that?” he asked.

      “Does there need to be?  Everyone knows you’ll happily fuck anything that moves, as long as they say yes.  And here I am, saying yes.”  When Chuck did not respond, or even move, Samara felt an unfamiliar emotion.  Anger.  “Or is that I’m coming after you instead of letting you take the lead?”

     Chuck turned his head to look at her.   Was that hurt she saw in his deep green eyes?  “Why would you want to have sex with someone you think so little of?” he asked. 

     “Because everyone knows you’re a great lay,” Samara said.  “And I want that.  I want to have fun with someone who knows what they’re doing.” 

       “You were with Gabriel for years, and he didn’t please you?”  Chuck smiled at the thought.

        “Of course he pleased me.  He was considerate, and always did whatever I asked, and never –“ she trailed off.  “He had been with other people before me, and knew his way around a woman’s body.  But I was never with anyone other than him, and then he left me.  And he’s off having adventures, and saving people, and being good and noble like he always is, and he left me, and I think I’m glad because even though I wanted to join with him I think we were both slowly suffocating.  And I just want to get laid by someone who won’t be considerate and won’t do what I ask.”

       “No,” Chuck said.

       Samara’s eyes pricked with tears.  “You’re rejecting me?”

       Chuck shrugged.  “There’s all kinds of ways to fuck, Samara.  I can play dress up, or take you over my knee, or fuck you in the ass, but I would never do anything my partner didn’t want, and the only way I would know that is to ask.  And ask again, and ask all the way through.  And if you think that’s considerate and that’s not what you think you want, I’m rejecting you.” 

     “I heard you,” Samara said, and to her chagrin her voice came out husky.

     “Well, yes,” Chuck said.  “I think I made myself clear.”

     “No, I mean, a long time ago.  It wasn’t long after my father died and Gabriel and I had gotten together.  There was a bonfire and I was sitting a little way off, by myself, and I heard you talking to someone.  I don’t know who it was, it doesn’t matter.  You were describing what you wanted to do to her, that you would lick her all over until her juices were running down her thighs, and then you would take her clit in your mouth until she exploded, and you would keep sucking and nibbling until she begged you to stop.”

     “I’m sure Gabriel ate you out,” Chuck said.

     “Of course.  But a lot of times when he did, I thought of you saying that.  And sometimes I had to think of that  -- of you, to get off.” 

     The corner of Chuck’s mouth twitched.  “And did you tell Gabriel that?”

     “I mean, it’s not like you two could stand each other.” 

     “And is that what you want me to do?  Eat you until you beg me to stop?”

     “Right now?”

     “Right now.”

     “I want you to let me straddle you.  I want to feel your cock against my pussy through our clothes, while I pull you tight to me and we kiss long, sloppy kisses. I want your hands on my ass, kneading me.  And then, at the last minute before we come, I want to pull back so that we can take our clothes off, and then I straddle you again, and you slide inside me, and your finger is on my clit, and my coming makes you come.” 

     "Right now?”

     “Right now.”  

 

Author's note:  If you've always wanted a paperback copy of Mindgames, my novel about naked sex slaves, I have lowered the price to $18.19, the lowest Amazon will allow for a book of this length.  Of course it's still available on Kindle for $2.99 and on Kindle Unlimited.