Tragic Soul

by Jeanisse, Bella

  “Checking you out,” he replied softly. “I already seen your tits.”

  “You’re not high, right?”

  “Nope.”

  Before I knew it, he had pushed my skirt down to my ankles. I said, “Neil will see me.”

  “Oh.” He lifted me and sat me on my bed, which was partly hidden by the half-wall. “Better?”

  I looked up at him as he pulled my shoes off, forcing me onto my back. Is this what I want? I wasn’t sure. Then he took his shirt off, and I stared. He had tattoos all over, even peeking out from his jeans. His body was a slight shock. I was wrong. He wasn’t skinny. His arms and chest were built up, but the rest of him was not. I was not opposed to weight on a man, and it looked good on him.

  While I was frozen, he shucked his shoes and jeans as well. I wanted to peek into his boxer briefs to see what the tattoos underneath were. The edges indicated they could be dragons or snakes. Something like scales were visible.

  “Much better.” He crawled on the bed until he hovered over me, leaning on his forearms. “Let’s get this party started.” His lips covered mine in a passionate kiss.

  Automatically, I went with it, putting my arms around his neck. His kisses were addictive. His mouth was sweet, as usual. When I moved my legs, so my feet rested on his thighs, he pressed his erection to my panties. It didn’t feel wrong. His heavy body made me feel feminine and wanted again.

  “Need more,” he muttered into my mouth. He moved one hand between us. My left nipple hardened when he rubbed it through my bra. “Want you bad. You feel how hard my dick is?”

  I nodded. “But…” I gasped as he ground into my clit. “Need… a condom.”

  “Why ain’t you on birth control?” He nuzzled my neck. “I wanna feel that pussy.”

  I sighed. “It’s a long story.” I wasn’t ready to explain it to him, and I wasn’t sure if I ever would be. “I can’t use it.”

  “Fine.”

  He slid down my body. I thought he was leaving. Then his lips brushed over my skin lightly. When he got to my navel, he looked up. He ran his tongue around it. I guessed at what he was going to do, but I wasn’t sure what it would feel like. He avoided my panties and went on to my legs. Kisses trailed up my right inner thigh. His beard scraped my skin. I cringed. When he reached higher, I squirmed away. It stung.

  “OK. Guess not.” He sighed and rubbed his face into the crotch of my panties. “Sensitive all over down here?”

  I lifted my hips when he nudged my clit with his chin. “Ya. It’s only fair, though. I don’t do blowjobs.”

  “That’s too bad. I like getting head.” He glanced towards the couch then back at me. “He’s ignoring us.” Then he climbed back up my body and settled into the same position. “Where were we?”

  My back arched when he pushed his cock into my folds again. His lips caressed my throat. I held in a moan as a hand slipped down my body again. Every inch of me was shivering with anticipation. His hand delved into my panties. My eyes opened wide. I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Why don’t you shave this?” He toyed with my pubic hair. “I like my women bare.”

  “My skin’s too sensitive,” I quickly answered, honestly.

  He leaned his head on my shoulder. “At least it’s real short.” His hand moved lower. “Nice and wet.” He moaned as he explored. Then he quickly pushed two fingers inside me. “Got that pussy.”

  I shuddered. It had been a month since the threesome with Amy and Chad. Seconds into it, he pressed against my sweet spot within. I whimpered, desperate for release. He moved faster, stroking it every time.

  “Ah, God,” I cried out softly.

  He sighed in my ear. “Thatta girl.” He pulled his fingers free and sucked them clean. “Damn, Cookie.” He looked into my eyes. “My turn.”

  I half expected him to thrust his cock into me. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pushed it into his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, its surrounding area free of hair.

  “Um… What happens if you cum?”

  He looked around. “Uh.” Then he grabbed a wad of tissues. “Problem solved. Please. I did you. You do me.”

  It was only fair, and I liked the noises he made when he jerked himself. I tugged on his dick a few times. He groaned and tucked his underwear beneath his balls. That made it easier. I watched his face as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. Unlike doing it to Keith or Paulie, this felt dirty and hot. I started to get into it when he sighed.

  “Harder,” he begged. The fingers of one hand wove into my hair. “Please. Harder. Ah, yeah.”

  I went as fast as I could, squeezing tightly, especially at the head. “Like that?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He leaned down and moaned in my ear. “It’s been a while.” He was panting, obviously getting close. “Come on, Cookie. Work it.” Seconds later, his head lifted. “Gonna cum. Stop.”

  I let go fast. He grabbed the tissues and wrapped them around the head of his cock as he grunted, loudly. Then he tossed them on the floor.

  “Next time… pussy.” He lay down next to me. “Gimme a few to recoup.”

  I turned to him. “No. Not yet.”

  “Why? I got a condom in my pocket.” The doorknob rattled. “Shit.” He hurriedly threw his jeans on.

  I grabbed my sleep shirt and put it on.

  Amy and Chad’s voices got a bit louder. “Hey, uh, Neil.” Amy sounded confused.

  Bradley had his shirt on by then. He walked to the couch. “Hey, guys. We were watching a movie.”

  “Really?” Chad stared at me as I also moved to the couch.

  I nodded. “Yeah. I got up to show Bradley my acoustic.”

  Bradley smiled as he sat down. “It’s nice.”

  Neil slapped Bradley’s knee. “We should go so the girls can go to sleep. ’Night, Crystal. Amy, Chad.” He nodded at them and quickly walked out.

  “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” Bradley got to his feet. He hugged me and whispered, “To be continued.” Then he turned to Chad. “Great show tonight.” He waved at Amy and left fast.

  Chad was stunned. “Uh, what was that all about?”

  “Guess they didn’t want to keep Amy up.” I went back and collected my things for the shower. “I didn’t get a chance to shower. I’ll be back.”

  When I was done, Chad was gone. Amy was in bed. I put my things away and settled on my bed. I could still feel Bradley on top of me. Why did I let him do that? For some reason, with him around, rational thought went out the window. With just a touch, he sent me into a whirlwind of need. It made no sense.

  “The room reeks of sex,” Amy commented.

  My mouth dropped open. It did? I didn’t notice. What do I say to her?

  “Hope he doesn’t hurt you.” She sounded concerned.

  I sighed. “We didn’t have sex.” Well, not really.

  “No sex? Sure.” She laughed quietly. “Somebody came at least.”

  “Somebody did.” Two somebodys. But she didn’t need to know that.

  She exhaled loudly. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  “Me too.”

  Chapter 29

  Two weeks later, I nervously looked at myself in front of the full-length mirror. It was a Friday night. The black miniskirt and knee-high boots looked appropriate for where we were going. It was the sheer black top I had chosen that was questionable. I had a black underwear set on underneath it, and the bra could be clearly seen.

  “Where’re you going?” Amy asked as she set her books on her bed.

  I turned. “To see a band.”

  “With Chad?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I thought he had work to do tonight.”

  I grabbed my makeup bag. “He does. I’m not going with him.” I touched up my eyes and lips. “He said he’d be up for hours tonight.”

  “Yeah.” Amy sounded sad. “He works a lot some weekends.” She had been a bit distant from Chad in the last month. “I asked him if I could hook up with some of my old friends since he’s busy
.”

  The look in her eyes made anger flash in me. “You mean like men?”

  “He didn’t like that idea, so I said I wouldn’t.” She sagged on the bed, unhappy. “Not sure I can handle the monogamy thing.”

  I closed my eyes, debating on whether to interfere. He had hinted that things between them were winding down, so to speak. I could tell he was disappointed. However, I knew he didn’t put himself into it fully, so it wouldn’t be an awful breakup, if it came to that.

  Taking a deep breath, I decided to talk to Chad before I interfered. “I guess it’s not for everyone.”

  It was the end of September, so I thought about putting pantyhose on. I opened my top drawer. There was only one pair left. I had a habit of catching them on my guitar case, so I rarely wore them. After I had taken them out, I saw a run. I rolled my eyes. My choice was made. I wasn’t wearing torn pantyhose.

  “You going with Skylar?” Amy asked as she opened her Anatomy book.

  I hesitated. “Uh, no.” Skylar and I weren’t exactly friends, although we got along fine. “Bradley and Neil.”

  “Glad Neil’ll be there.” She cleared her throat.

  I faced her. “What?”

  “That Bradley is bad news.” She gave me her best mother hen expression. “He’s going to corrupt you and never look back.”

  I shook my head and frowned. “I’m a big girl. We’re not getting into anything serious. I swear.”

  “If he hurts you…”

  I put up a hand. “Yeah, yeah. If he hurts me, Chad’ll kick his ass. He tells him every day. I wish you guys would stop worrying.”

  “After what you went through with the last two guys, I’m sure you can see why we’re concerned.”

  Not wanting to prolong the conversation, I nodded. “I get it. I gotta go.” My purse over my shoulder, I walked toward the door. “Don’t wait up.”

  Once at the club, Neil walked away from Bradley and I toward the bar. Bradley took my hand and pulled me to the stage. He waved at the drummer, who was setting up. The drummer nodded his head.

  “You made it!” the drummer yelled. He walked around his kit and jumped down to us. “Who’s the chick?”

  Bradley smirked. “Our bassist.”

  “Going there again?” He put out his hand. “Good luck. I’m Eddie.”

  I shook his hand, hoping he would explain. Then I speculated whether Bradley made it a habit of dating chicks in the band. I wondered what happened between him and Skylar.

  “Crystal.” I gave Eddie a broad smile. “We’re just hanging out. Nothing serious.”

  Eddie laughed. “Yeah. I know. Same shit, different day.”

  Then I understood. Bradley usually had a different girl on his arm every time they met. As long as we weren’t truly dating, I didn’t care.

  “This ain’t like that,” Bradley started to explain. “Cookie’s my girl.” He squeezed my hand.

  I stared at him, my mouth slightly agape. “Huh?”

  His head snapped around. “You don’t want that? I thought you said—” He sighed. “We’ll be back.”

  We walked across the room. I was glad I left my purse in Neil’s trunk. The place was quite crowded. Before we found somewhere quiet, several people stopped us to talk. Being polite, I smiled and returned greetings. However, Bradley talked to them extensively. It took us the better part of a half hour to find a secluded corner.

  “Are you ready for Vicious Circle?” someone shouted over the sound system.

  I turned to the stage and found the band was ready to play. “We can talk later.”

  “Yeah. Sorry.” Bradley put an arm around my waist and tugged me to the front as the band began their first song.

  Once we were as close as possible, he moved me in front of him. Then I felt another presence. I turned to see Neil put an arm around Bradley’s shoulders. Bradley didn’t shrug him off or step away. That confused me, but everything about those two was odd.

  People surrounded us as the band’s set progressed. Neil stayed close by and kept an arm or hand on Bradley. Maybe they didn’t want to get separated? I tried to ignore them, switching my attention to the band.

  “We gonna fuck tonight?” Bradley suddenly asked in my ear.

  I was shocked that I understood him, but the music was not as crazy-loud as I expected. Leaning back on him, I replied, “I’m not into random hook-ups.”

  His breath washed over my ear, and I couldn’t help but shiver. “So you expect me to give up other women? I can do that.” He wrapped his arms around me. “If I give that up, I got free rein of your body?” He slid his hand up my top and pinched my nipple. “Mine, right?”

  I glanced around, too shocked to rebuke him.

  His hand dipped into my skirt and slid down over my panties. “I can do what I want with this pussy, right?” He cupped my mound and pressed his fingertips against my clit.

  Is that what I want? Exclusivity, but no real commitment? That could work. It wasn’t really dating, and not just fucking around. It was sort of in the middle. I decided it was worth a shot.

  “Don't hurt me.” I was referring to both pain of the heart and body.

  He brushed my ear with his lips as his hand moved down again. His fingers edged under the crotch of my panties. “I didn't mean that.” He pushed two fingers into my pussy. “I just mean this is my pussy. I can fuck you, finger you, lick you, whatever and you’re OK with it.” He thrust harder.

  I gasped. He knew exactly how to get to me. I couldn’t hear or see. All I could do was feel the pleasure building. He rubbed my clit through my panties as he stroked me faster within. I grabbed his arms, needing him to hold me up. Then my nails dug into his skin as I exploded.

  “Nice.” He licked my ear slowly. “My dick needs to feel that nightly.”

  When I was able to think again, I muttered, “I don't want something serious.”

  “No worries. I don't do serious. But if you expect no other chicks, I get something in return. This—” He pushed his fingers deeper and pressed my sweet spot hard, making me whimper. “—is mine whenever I want it, and however I want it.”

  I tensed. That was a broad demand.

  His other hand caressed my cheek. “I won't hurt you or force you to do something you really don't want to. But I expect a lotta leeway. OK?”

  It was better than being alone. I nodded. “Deal.”

  “And, Chad can’t have my pussy.” The words were soft, yet stern. He pulled his fingers out. Then he grinned against my neck. “I’m taking my pussy tonight. My place.”

  A hand moved over my ass. Both of his were in other places. I froze.

  “Neil. Stop.” Bradley sounded a bit annoyed.

  I tried to figure out why Neil’s hand would be on my ass. He never showed the slightest interest in me sexually. Maybe he was shy and just tried to cop a feel? I doubted I would get up the nerve to ask.

  After Vicious Circle’s set was over, we made our way through the thinning crowd. Bradley talked to Eddie for a bit. Then we headed outside. Neil waited by his car, leaning on the side. He looked Bradley over. I hadn’t asked him if he was gay, but I was almost sure at that point. Bradley didn’t seem to care, so I saw no reason to ask. It wouldn’t change my view of him. Neil was a cool guy.

  Neil parked in Bradley’s driveway and got out. That meant sex might not happen. When Neil was around, sometimes Bradley was into it and sometimes not. Up until then, only foreplay had taken place. I always asked him to have Neil leave, though. I was not into being watched. At least, I didn’t think I was.

  When we walked in, the house was quiet. Bradley’s parents’ cars were there, so they were home. He put a finger to his lips and led us upstairs and to the far right. We hurried when he quickly waved us into his room.

  “Don’t want them waking up and complaining about how late it is.” Bradley stripped off his jacket and shirt.

  I looked around and scrounged up my nose at the stench. The entire room reeked of pot. “You smoke in here?” T
he large room had no obvious paraphernalia.

  “Sometimes,” Bradley told me as he tossed clothes off the huge bed in the middle of the room. “But I usually grind in here. So the smell lingers.” He held up a small silver cylindrical item and shook it at me.

  I didn’t know if that thing was a grinder or what it was used for. Instead of replying, I nodded. I didn’t want to seem naive.

  “You want me to light one up?” He looked at me, clearly hoping for a yes.

  I shook my head and sat on the bed. The top sheet and bedspread were bunched at the end. “Are we watching a movie?” That was what we usually did when Neil was in the mix.

  “Sure.”

  The movie chosen was a romantic comedy. It was a surprise to me that I didn’t suggest it. Neil did. We settled on the bed, me in the middle, boots off, but I was fully dressed otherwise. I leaned back on the headboard and scooted closer to Bradley. Neil’s thigh touched mine, but he didn’t seem to notice. Bradley put an arm around me and moved his hand over my skin slowly.

  Neil, on my other side, stared at the television screen, seemingly ignoring the two of us. Every once in a while Neil’s hand moved from his thigh and brushed mine fleetingly. It was hard to pay attention to the movie. My mind created impossible fantasies of the two of them seducing me. Every move seemed to distract me. I was taken aback when Neil spoke. Then I saw the credits rolling.

  “Guess I should head home.” Neil half-rolled, half-crawled off the large bed.

  Bradley leaned over me and slapped his arm. “OK. See you tomorrow.” As soon as we were alone, he turned to me. “Time to give up that pussy.”

  In a split second, I was on my belly, my panties halfway down my thighs. There wasn’t enough time to say anything. He tossed my underwear across the room and pushed a finger into me.

  “Movie got you wet, huh?” Bradley had a hand on the middle of my back, gently holding me down.

  I squirmed a bit. “Wait. Maybe we should—”

  “You promised,” he reminded me. “My pussy. My way. Right?”

  With a sigh, I replied, “Right.”

  I closed my eyes and relaxed. I’d hoped for a bit of seduction, but that wasn’t his style. Tearing caught my attention. Then I realized he opened a condom. At least he remembered. The zipper of my skirt went down.