The Key Club

by Victoria Calaway

  “You can numb it, right?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “I’m sure it can’t hurt worse than it did when I tore,” she remarked. “Do what you have to do.”

  Moments later, she felt a sharp stick inside her, causing her to gasp and clench her hands into tight fists. “Oh, God, that hurts!”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  She heard the clink of something dropped against metal, and then she felt pressure inside. There was no pain, for which she was grateful, and soon, she was allowed to sit up.

  “No sex for awhile, but I think you know that. Bed rest for a few days. You can go back to work Tuesday, light duty. No heavy lifting for at least two weeks. The sutures will absorb in about ten days or so. If you have any problems, such as fever or odor, then see your gynecologist right away.” He looked at her. “Are you afraid to leave with him?”

  “No, of course not. He didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sure of it.”

  “Very well.” He wrote on a paper the nurse handed him, then he said, “You’re going to be sore. If you need anything for pain, you can take acetaminophen. The nurse will bring instructions with your discharge papers. Do you want to see your boyfriend now?”

  She almost blurted that he wasn’t her boyfriend, but tamped it down and nodded. When they left, she managed to get into her clothes, then slipped her shoes on.

  Ryan entered the room. “Are you all right?”

  She couldn’t look at him as she nodded, but said nothing.

  “The doctor said you needed stitches. Lina, I am so, so sorry…”

  She looked at him then, tears forming in her eyes. “Sorry you hurt me, or sorry you met me in the first place, or sorry I drew your keys?”

  “For hurting you. I’m not sorry for the rest.”

  She said nothing more, turned her head away, and waited for the nurse to return. When she finally came, she went over brief instructions, and Lina signed where the nurse indicated. She then walked out, aware that Ryan stayed with her.

  Back at her apartment, she expected Ryan to drop her off and go, but instead, he parked in front of her apartment, got out, and went inside with her.

  “Thank you for taking care of me,” she told him, meaning it. “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

  “I didn’t, either,” he confessed. He moved closer to her and reached out to touch her cheek. “Thank you for giving yourself to me, letting me be your first, for trusting me.”

  Lina didn’t know what to say. She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I should rest.”

  “Yes, you should.” He took her hand and led the way to her bedroom. Seeing the blood on the sheet, he quickly went over and stripped the bed.

  Lina took clean sheets from the closet, and Ryan took them from her, swiftly made the bed, then turned back the cover. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the dresser.

  “What are you doing?” Lina stared at him with wide eyes.

  “I’m staying with you to make sure you’re all right. It’s a bit late to ask me to sleep on the sofa, don’t you think?” He put his hands on his lean hips. “Get undressed and get into bed.”

  Flabbergasted, Lina’s mouth dropped open. “You want to stay after everything?”

  “I had no intention of leaving once you drew my keys. It’s for the night.”

  “But…” she clamped her mouth shut for a moment, then said, “You don’t have to stay.”

  “I know that.” He crossed the small space that separated them, pulled her into his arms and kissed her for a long moment. He then said, “I very much want to stay.”

  “I can’t…the stitches…”

  “The doctor made sure I knew that.”

  Perplexed, Lina moved away from him, took a nightgown from a drawer, and went into the bathroom.

  When she emerged moments later, Ryan sat on the side of the bed, wearing only his underwear. He looked at her and reached out a hand.

  Reluctantly, she took his hand, and when he gave a gentle tug, she went toward him. He stood, held up the cover so that she could slide in, and once she was comfortable, he turned out the light, went around the bed, and slid in beside her.

  To her surprise, he gathered her to him, wrapped his arms around her, and Lina lay stiffly in his embrace.

  Having never slept in a man’s arms before, it took a long time for Lina to fall asleep. When she finally awakened, she found herself alone, which didn’t surprise her. Her entire body hurt, but it was even worse between her legs. It felt worse than having a semi-truck drive up her at breakneck speed, she was sure. Easing from the bed, she went to shower.

  After getting dressed in comfortable, loose pants and a cool top, she went to the kitchen to make some coffee, finding it already made. At least he’d thought enough of her to do that, she mused, reaching for a cup on the drain board.

  She eased herself into a chair, wincing at the pain, and sipped at the coffee. She heard a noise and looked up to see Ryan entering through the front door, carrying a white paper bag. He looked at her and smiled.

  “Good morning. I thought I’d be back before you got up. How are you?”

  Lina lifted a shoulder. “Okay, considering.”

  He seemed to wince but said nothing as he crossed the room and set the bag on the table.

  “I bought breakfast. I thought you might be hungry.”

  “I am, thanks,” she answered, curious to see what he’d brought.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Ryan opened the bag and pulled out two large plates, piled with

  scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon, hashbrowns, and buttery pancakes, along with small containers of maple syrup. Lina looked at the plate of food.

  “Wow!” She looked up at him. “I might not be able to eat all this.” “Eat what you feel like.” He sat down across from her. “I don’t know what you like, so I splurged on a little of everything.”

  “I see.” Unsure what else to say, she removed the clear plastic lid that covered the plate, took a fork, and dug into the meal.

  Ryan got up and poured himself a cup of coffee, then he sat back down to eat.

  They were both silent. Lina didn’t really know what to say to him, unsure why he came back, but she didn’t want him feeling guilty over what happened. It wasn’t really his fault, she knew, for no matter who she’d given herself to eventually, she’d have probably suffered the same injuries. She knew she was small and petite, and perhaps that had been an unconscious decision that kept her a virgin for so long.

  After their meal, Ryan gathered the debris and stuffed it into the kitchen garbage, then refilled his cup, offering a refill to Lina.

  “No, thanks. I’m fine.” She sighed heavily. “I appreciate you taking care of me after…well, making sure I was all right, but you didn’t have to stay like you did. I understand now what that party was all about. I understand it’s for one night stands. I got the picture, so…it’s okay that you go on about your business.”

  He reached out and touched her hand. “I’m not a louse. At least I hope not. I stayed because I wanted to. It was the right thing to do.”

  Lina couldn’t look at him. “Maybe, but don’t feel obligated. I’m a big girl. Wiser for the experience, anyway.”

  “Your first time shouldn’t have been so traumatic. I’m truly sorry.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

  Ryan reached into his hip pocket, pulled out his wallet, and removed a card. He slid it over to her. “Here’s my number. If you need anything, please call.”

  She swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat. “Sure.”

  He got up and went around the table, then stooped beside her chair. He gently forced her to look at him, and when he saw the unshed tears, he had a sharp intake of breath.

  “Lina…” Then his lips touched hers for a long, tender kiss.

  “You’d better go,” she whispered as soon as he broke the kiss.

  “I’ll see you.”

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bsp; When she looked up, he was gone.

  Lina buried her face in her hands and gave vent to the hot tears she’d been wanting to shed since last night.

  Chapter Three Lina stayed in her apartment all weekend, tending to her wounds and trying to heal, but she didn’t feel much better when she went in to work Monday morning. Sighing heavily, she sat at her desk and began the first task of the day.

  On Wednesday, she found another invitation to the key party, this time in a different apartment, and she bit her lip as she wondered if Ryan would attend. Probably so, she thought sadly, tortured by the thought of him with another woman, loving her with his hot mouth, then shoving his massive cock into her, making her love it.

  Lina bit her lip hard as she re-lived the scene in her bedroom, then she shook when she envisioned that massive cock splitting her open. She ripped the invitation into tiny pieces, and shoved it into the trashcan located at the mailbox station for junk mail. Still taking care, she slowly made her way back to her apartment.

  When Friday came, Lina stopped for a small pizza to take home for dinner, then she sat on the sofa to watch television. She tried not to think of the key party going on at the next building, desperately tried not to think of Ryan being there, waiting to see what beauty drew his keys this time. She tried not to think of his kisses and caresses, of him bestowing them on someone else, of taking someone to his bed and making love to her. He’d have her screaming his name, writhing beneath him, begging for more. Exactly as he’d had her doing, even though he’d hurt her so badly.

  She’d never behaved in such a manner, had never allowed a man to go that far, even one she knew well, so why had she allowed him to have his way with her? She hadn’t given one shred of resistance. Perhaps he’d sensed her inexperience, knew she was not worldly or sophisticated, and he’d known exactly what to do to get her out of her clothes.

  She sighed heavily and tossed the slice of pizza back into the box. It had suddenly lost its appeal, and so had the television. She switched off the television, grabbed the pizza and took it to the kitchen where she stuffed it in the refrigerator. She then went and lay across the bed, staring at the ceiling.

  I’d probably be able to forget him easier if I weren’t still in pain, she told herself. Then she realized she was lying to herself. She would never forget such a magnetic man, her first lover, and in all likelihood, her only. After such an ordeal, she didn’t want to try it again any time soon, and if she ever did, it wouldn’t be from attending a key party. Of that, she was certain.

  She didn’t know how long she lay there, thinking of Ryan with another woman, unable to get the thoughts out of her head, but when she heard a soft knock on her door, she glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight.

  Looking through the peephole, she was surprised to see Ryan standing on the other side of the door, illuminated by the security light.

  Reluctantly, she opened the door, and he smiled at her.

  “I realize it’s late, but…”

  “Come in,” she said, cutting off anything else he might have said. She stepped back and

  opened the door wider.

  Ryan stepped inside, and Lina closed the door. “What brings you here so late?” “I just got off duty, and wanted to see how you’re doing. I’d have called, but I forgot to get

  your number. I saw your light on. If you’d rather I not stay, I understand.”

  “I thought you’d be at the party,” she said, then wished she hadn’t.

  He looked at her. “No. I was working. I work the evening shift.”

  Hearing he had been working, not with another woman after all, pleased her, and she

  suddenly felt hungry. “I…uh…I bought a pizza earlier. I can heat it up, if you’re hungry, and I have soda.”

  Ryan smiled. “That would be great, thanks.” He followed her to the kitchen, and watched as she pulled out the pizza box and a couple of cans of soda. Lina put slices on a plate, put it in the microwave, and pushed the buttons. She didn’t know why she felt so giddy, like a star-struck teen, but she liked the way he could make her feel just by being near. She jumped when she felt his hand touch her shoulder.

  “How are you, really?” he asked gently. She looked up at him and forced a small smile. “I’m healing. Another week or so, and I’ll be good as new. Well, almost, I guess.”

  “I’ve been worrying about you, wondering…”

  “Thank you for caring,” she said, cutting him off. “I’m sure most men wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass.” The ding of the microwave caught her attention, and she pulled the plate out. “Let’s eat.” Moving around him, she put the plate on the table, grabbed some paper towels to use as make-shift plates, and set cold soda cans on the table.

  Ryan took a seat and helped himself to the pizza. Lina sat across from him, and they ate in silence. When they finished, Lina disposed of the debris, and wondered if he’d only come by to ease his guilt, or if he really did care. She had no way of knowing, but she would like to think he cared.

  “Thank you for coming by, and for helping me eat the pizza,” she said politely, her voice shaky.

  “Lina…” he stepped closer. “I’d like to stay.”

  Her head dropped. “I can’t…”

  “I know, and it’s okay. I’d really like to stay.”

  Puzzled, she looked at him. There seemed to be something in his eyes as he looked at her that she couldn’t identify. A look she didn’t understand. More than anything, she wished they could start over, make her experience less painful and traumatic, but she didn’t know how that would ever be possible. She was too small to take him, and he was definitely a man who needed a woman to satisfy his needs. She swallowed over the lump that formed in her throat as she realized she could never be that woman. He would always end up hurting her.

  Why it seemed important to her mystified her. She didn’t really know him, had been literally swept off her feet by his charm and good looks, had mind-blowing sex, and even though ripped by his enormous size, he’d ended up making it truly wonderful for her.

  Because she hesitated for so long, Ryan’s head dropped. He turned, and Lina knew he was about to walk out the door. She reached out and touched his arm, causing him to stop. He turned to look at her, and before she could stop herself, she practically threw herself into his arms.

  Ryan’s lips crushed hers, and Lina surrendered to his passion. His strong arms molded her soft body to his hard one, and even though she could not take him inside her, she wanted to please him, to make love to him, even if she wasn’t sure how.

  When Ryan broke the kiss, he smoothed his hands down each side of her head, then cupped her cheeks. He kissed her again, then stepped back, taking her hand. He led the way to the bedroom, and Lina went willingly.

  Ryan took his time stripping her, then once he made sure she was comfortable in bed, he stripped himself. He slid in next to her, and pulled her into his arms. Lina ran her hands over his back and hips, and boldly moved her hand around to touch his massive cock. She felt it respond, and it urged her to continue.

  Ryan’s sharp intake of breath let her know she pleased him, and that, too, inspired her to continue. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him, slowly, firmly.

  She felt Ryan’s hand move to her breast, where he massaged and rolled the nipple until she moaned with pleasure. He kissed her passionately, his tongue invading her mouth, and Lina’s passions soared. She longed to have him touch her and when his hand slid low, she didn’t offer any resistance.

  Hoping he would forgive her inadequacies, she broke the kiss and urged him to his back. Sliding down, she kissed her way down his chest and abdomen, and when she went lower, she looked at his engorged cock. She marveled at the size, then her tongue snaked out, and she licked over the head. She heard Ryan suck air between his teeth, felt his hands go to her hair, and Lina opened her mouth wide to take in the head.

  “Lina…” Ryan breathed. “Oh, yeah…”

  Lina let
her tongue roll around the ridge, and she started a suction, letting her tongue massage the gland on the underside of the head.

  Ryan’s legs quivered and his hips arched, his breathing becoming heavier. “Lina, baby….you’re making me crazy.”

  Lina inserted the tip of her tongue into the slit in the head of his cock, and Ryan groaned, arching toward her mouth. Lina let her head move up and down, taking more of him into her mouth. He was so huge, she couldn’t take much, but what she did take almost choked her. She backed off to concentrate on the head.

  “Turn around,” he urged.

  Stopping only long enough to comply, she took the head back into her hot mouth, and she was lifted over Ryan so that she straddled him. Gently, he parted her folds, then his tongue lapped at her clit. Lina moaned around his cock, and pressed closer to his mouth. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she let out a muffled cry, her mouth tightening around him. Ryan groaned and began moving his hips, thrusting in and out of her hungry mouth.

  Ryan’s tongue settled on the center bud, flicking wildly, and soon, Lina was whimpering uncontrollably as she continued to suck madly at his cock. To her astonishment, it grew in her mouth, and as she felt that sensation building inside her, she felt Ryan make a hard thrust, and the tip of his cock went into her throat. His cock exploded, throbbing and spurting his hot cum. Lina’s own body writhed and convulsed as an orgasm exploded.

  Ryan’s cock dwindled somewhat, and she moved off him to collapse on the bed. Lina heaved air, her body trembled, and she couldn’t move. She heard Ryan’s own ragged breathing, felt his hand smooth over her thigh and butt, and moments later, he sat up and pulled her to lie beside him. He then pulled the cover over them, wrapped his arms about her, and they lay in silence for a long while, basking in the aftermath.

  “Thank you,” he finally told her. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”

  “Me, either,” she admitted, not expecting to ever see him again, much less do what they just did. “I’ve never done that before. Was it okay?”

  Ryan squeezed her tight. “It was awesome. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No.” She snuggled closer. “You were wonderful.”