by Angela Blake
Suddenly she pulled away in slight panic, and broke down laughing.
“What?” he asked, giggling himself.
“I can’t believe we just kissed here…..” she was replying, stopped by her laughing fit.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“If my mom saw us, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” she explained.
“Well then we should be glad she didn’t see, you should leave the room locked.” he replied in an understanding tone.
“I can’t really lock the room, not with you inside, that would be suspicious.”
“Hmm makes sense, just be careful, if your parents don’t agree with such things then this could’ve turned out bad.”
“Yeah my parents don’t. Not before marriage.” she expressed reluctantly, not wanting him to think that she was suggesting marriage, even though she really wanted to.
“Hmm that sucks. I’m sorry it’s so difficult for you.”
“Well, to be honest, there is a certain thrill in this…..” she said with the same naughty and kittenish smile on her face that she had in bed, when she called him daddy.
Her fingers were trailing down his chest, slowly moving toward his crotch, as she tried desperately to contain her smile. He found this aspect of hers quite appealing, the way she turned into this completely different person when it came to being sexual.
She was turning him on a lot, as he felt his boner growing and rising. He wanted to do things to her, her clothing reminding him of the night before.
“Well, you can do whatever you want….” he said in his flirty voice, and waited for her to take the lead.
Roxanne looked at the door once, and proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck, touching her crotch against his on tiptoes. She grinded against his crotch, and kissed his lips hard, putting her tongue into his mouth.
They kissed for a bit, then something came over her, and she went and locked the room silently.
“I’m sure no one will be disturbing us for at least five to ten minutes….” she whispered while walking back toward him on tiptoes.
He almost ran for her, and taking her into his arms kissed her hard. Then with his hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her tightly, and picked her up so that her crotch was directly aligned with his, and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
His hands moved to her ass, and he grabbed it tightly making her moan, after which he took her to the bed, and dived on top of it with her under him. His hands roamed her body now, around her waist, under her shirt, and then her boobs, of which his hands grabbed a handful.
Her boobs were soft, and he could feel the hardness of her nipples. He found himself imagining what his dick rubbing between her boobs would feel like, but had learned by now, that just by going with the flow, things were going pretty fast.
Hearing her moaning louder and louder, he remembered suddenly that she had given him a blowjob in the car, on the way here. He pulled away from her lips, and moved down to her boobs, sucking on them over her blouse, and then moved to her waist. Going further down, he lifted her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties.
He kissed her vagina on top of her panties, and then with his fingers slid her panties aside. He gave her a teasing smile, and with his tongue swirling outside, his head disappeared under her skirt, until all she could see was his body moving, and his crotch area slightly thrusting into her bed, as he ate her pussy as if that was for dinner.
Hearing him moan while going down on her, she felt incredibly turned on. She could not have imagined that someone could have enjoyed her pussy so much, that licking and sucking it was giving them pleasure. For herself, she could not put into words the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling on her bed, the bed she had slept on every night and for the first time a man was pleasuring her on it, Chris.
After getting her wet, and licking her till her hole started opening, he placed his index finger against her entrance, and slipped it inside, feeling her wet walls.
His other hand he took toward her boobs, and started playing with them.
He sucked hard on her clitoris, and made his finger go in deep, after which he started flicking her clit with his tongue, while fucking her with his finger, putting pressure on her upper wall to stimulate her g-spot. As he felt her nearing orgasm, he quickly pulled his finger out, and in the same motion, entered her pussy, but this time with two fingers.
Soon he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, as her body arched upward as if some rope was wrapped around her waist and was being pulled from the ceiling directly above her. He kept thrusting with his fingers, maintaining the same pace of flicking on her clit with his tongue, until he felt her body collapse back, and felt the wetness in her hole significantly increased, and then slowed down.
He was imagining how it would feel to fuck her pussy like this, when it was so wet and warm and slippery, but as much as he would have liked to fuck her in those clothes for a third time, he knew that the current circumstances could not have allowed for that.
He felt proud of how fast he made her finish, and the desire that was filled in her eyes after it, as they sat up on the bed, and she smiled at him shyly.
“What?” she asked, looking away, as she saw him looking deeply into her eyes.
“Nothing. Just that, that was pretty hot.” he replied, smiling back.
Roxanne giggled, and looked toward the door suddenly, remembering that she hadn’t unlocked it yet. She got off the bed, and tiptoed to the door, and just as her hand was about to reach the doorknob, there was a knock on the door. Chris immediately changed his posture to sit upright on the bed, and Roxanne gave a gap of a few seconds before opening the door.
“Yes?” Roxanne asked, standing in front of the half open door.
Chris could see her mother through the empty spaces around Roxanne’s thin frame, and could somewhat make out what they were saying. He could see that Margaret was trying to look inside the room to see what was happening, and he maintained a harmless and innocent smile on his face.
“Dinner’s ready, we’ll be sitting in five minutes.” Margaret informed her.
“Alright, we’ll be right down.”
“Also, change. You’ve been in that dress for god knows how long.” she teased Roxanne in reply.
“Will do.” replied Roxanne plainly, and closed the door, passing a shrug and a fake frown to Chris.
He chuckled, and they laughed lightly.
“Oh I wanted to show you something, there’s this comic story I’ve been working on, it’s in this blue notebook in the drawer. I wanted to know if there was something in it or if I’ve just been wasting time. Take a look, I’ll be right out.” she said while wrapping her hair in her hands and walking to the washroom.
Chris giggled, admiring how full of life Roxanne was, and despite such difficult circumstances, despite the darkness in her paintings and artwork, she was somehow managing to stay happy, or at least pretending to be.
Chapter 12
He lifted himself up with his hands propped on the bed, and moved closer to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, and suddenly, he was stuck in a daze. His mind became a loop of images and flashbacks, the smallest of details running through his head in an instant. His eyes widened and filled with rage, he wanted to shut that drawer back in, hard and loud, but somehow with shaking hands he managed to pick up the polaroid inside it.
It was Roxanne, standing close to the same man who had been following her. He had never been able to get a clear look of the guy’s face, but he remembered the lower part of his face very vividly, he remembered his posture and body frame vividly, such things he had learnt from back in the day, when he was in the army.
They weren’t just close, close enough for them to not be just friends. There was a bond there in that picture, a smile that a couple would present to the public, as they posed for the photo arm in arm.
He wanted to tear the picture, burn it, turn it to crumb
les and ashes, but keeping in mind that he was in Roxanne’s room, he managed to put the picture on the bedside table, and then got off of the bed.
He kept pacing around the room, waiting for Roxanne to come out of the washroom, the shuffle of her clothes inside bothering him to his core.
Soon the door opened, and Roxanne walked out in a fitted t-shirt and soft shorts, all jolly and springing with life, but seeing the anger on his face, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and the expression on her face went from happiness to concern.
Chris felt pissed at himself for being the reason for her mood shifting so suddenly, after she’d been having a good time for a while, but in his mind he blamed her for it. He felt like she had cheated on him, after all she had lied.
Who knows, he thought to himself, all sorts of questions clogging his thoughts. Why did she lie about the man? Why was he following her? From the photo it seemed like she was very comfortable with him, and it made no sense that now the man was following him, she was lying about who he was, it made no sense.
“Is this some kind of a joke?” he asked angrily, stomping his foot down on the ground.
“What…Chris…what happened?” Roxanne asked, her heart beating in loud thuds from the anxiety that she was having in that moment.
“What happened?” he retorted, his voice getting louder, as Roxanne gestured with her arms begging him to tone it down.
He added, “Look at that fucking picture on your table and tell me what happened.”
Roxanne was shocked by the tone in his voice, and knew exactly what he was talking about as soon as he brought it up. In that moment, she did not want to face him, she did not want to do what he had told her to do.
But in the same way that something inside Chris had made him want to pick the picture up from the drawer in the first place, just like that something inside Roxanne made her want to walk over to the bedside table, and confirm what she already knew to be truth inside her mind.
With shaking arms, and sweat appearing on her forehead, she walked slowly to the bedside table, the picture slowly coming into view. Tears were streaming down her face constantly, five, ten, non-stop. Reality was coming crashing down on her, all parts of her body being torn apart, as she cursed at herself internally for losing something so special because of one stupid mistake.
She thought her mistake was to have told him to look into the drawer. She knew he would not have looked into the drawer himself, he was respectful enough to not invade her privacy, but she herself had given him the rights to her demise. Only much later would she realize that her actual mistake was to have lied to him, when she could have simply told him the truth the moment that man interfered for the first time.
“What does this mean…” she heard his enraged voice coming from behind her.
She could feel his heavy footsteps as if they were causing tremors in the ground beneath her. She would have given anything and everything to not be in this situation, to not deal with it somehow, but she knew that she was approaching her guillotine, everything soon would be over.
“I…can explain…” she whimpered, somehow keeping herself from breaking down.
“YOU CAN EXPLAIN?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE?! YOU CAN EXPLAIN?” he shouted at her, his hands closed tightly into fists ready for a punch.
His breathing was loud and heavy, and his face was growing red as if he was going to burst any second. He was also getting bothered by sounds of loud music coming from somewhere outside the room.
Roxanne knew that she could not bring herself to say another word, not knowing how he was going to react to anything she might say.
She picked the picture up and turned around to face him, her eyes fixated on the polaroid, not because she wanted to see the picture, that was something vividly imprinted in her memory, something she desperately wished she could erase. What she really wanted was to avoid his eyes, to pretend that he didn’t exist, but his presence was making itself known adamantly.
“Chris...please…I’m begging you to listen to me…” she was pleading with her eyes, her hands stuck together asking for peace.
Chris continued looking at her with full blown anger, and realizing that he wouldn’t be able to contain his anger, he sped toward the door, and after opening it with force, rushed out while stomping his feet.
The entire house felt the tension, overhearing muffled shouts from Roxanne’s room. Amber opened her bedroom door and popped her head out to get a view of the corridor in which Roxanne’s room was. She could spot a tall man in well fitted formal clothing. Having been inside her room the whole day, she had no idea that someone was over.
“The fuck is happening?” she shouted at the top of her lungs, to compensate for the loud music blaring from her room.
Chris rushed out of the house, and went to sit in his car. He did not want to even turn to look back even once, not caring at all about the ruckus he was leaving behind, or Roxanne’s shattered heart still struggling to mouth words to explain, but being silenced by the anxiety inside her. In that moment she felt as if she was screaming with her mouth wide open, but had no voice.
Roxanne lost control of her body to her emotions, and followed Chris out the house, waving her hands to signal her family members to step aside, and to let them know that they should not follow her.
Seeing Chris’ car drive off into the distance, Roxanne ran to her own car, and getting into the driving seat, started the engine quickly and reversed the car out of the driveway with a screech.
This sound was worrying for Roxanne’s family, as her father, Dean, peeked out of the window from behind the curtain to have a look at what was happening. Roxanne had learned driving a few years ago, but it had been a little shaky, and she had little day to day experience on the road, because of which there was valid concern on her parents’ part that she might not remember it perfectly.
What Roxanne failed to notice as she revved the engine harder and harder, was that as she was following Chris to god knows where he was going, she herself was also being followed by this black car, maintaining a safe and inconspicuous distance. Another thing she failed to notice, being an inexperienced driver, was that her brakes weren’t working properly.
In the black car behind her, David was grinning menacingly, patiently waiting for his doings to bear fruit. David had been following the two of them from Chris’ apartment, and when they were inside Roxanne’s house, he sneakily manage loosening her brakes, and then waited with the vain hope that the car was Roxanne’s.
David was ready to wait for hours, days if required, but soon enough he was pleasantly surprised to see Chris walking out of the house angrily, and had to punch the air in excitement when he saw Roxanne pulling the car out of the driveway.
Chris’ mind was in an emotional haze, as he stretched his gears longer and longer. He had heard the screech of Roxanne’s car as she pulled it out of the driveway, and was aware that she was following him. For some reason, he simply wanted to get away, and feeling like this was a chase of sorts, he made his way for the highway, trying hard to keep his mind away from what had happened on that road on the way to Roxanne’s.
With the street lights whooshing by in the dark night, Roxanne continued following each and every one of his movements, and promised herself that she wouldn’t stop until she had explained the situation to Chris.
Chapter 13
Their speeds only increasing constantly, the two broke several traffic rules in their little confrontation, or rather, the attempt to escape it. Further up, Roxanne could see the turn onto the highway, and started getting an idea of where Chris was headed, her own mind also going back to the hardness, the smell, and the taste.
She couldn’t help being impressed by Chris’ driving, the way he swerved and cut through the traffic, as if cars were parting just to make way for him. She became quite anxious at the turn, seeing how he refused to slow down at all, and instead relied on emergency brakes to skid him through.
Chris
managed to do so, and maintained most of his speed, to which Roxanne reacted by ramming her foot on the gas pedal for a bit, riskily moving closer to the turn at a fast speed, intending to slow down suddenly right before the turn.
But it was when she put her foot on the brake, and it went all the way in with no resistance, resulting in no effect on the car’s speed, that she realized that the brakes had failed. It was in this instant that she was forced to look into her side and rear view mirrors carefully, noticing only then that there was one car which remained constant.
She starting honking at Chris to try and notify him, but wasn’t surprised to see that it didn’t work, since he would only think that she is trying to stop him. Chris, on the other hand, was getting slight glimpses of what was happening behind him. Of course, he wanted to be aware of Roxanne’s car and was waiting for her to stop following him.
The highway was now reaching a point with sharp turns, on the sides of the road there were patches of wild land with overgrown trees. Chris was hoping to lose her in those turns, by drifting through. But as soon as he turned the first right, and looked into the rearview mirror, instead of seeing Roxanne slow down and turn, what he saw was Roxanne’s car crashing through the road boundary into the patch of dry land.
Chris’ eyes widened as he saw this, and he began wondering whether Roxanne might have decided to give up, or end her life. Regardless, realizing that the crash was quite serious, and that in his heart he still had deep love and care for her, he drifted his car into a U-turn, and made his way back to the point of collision.
He was almost about to reach it when he saw a black Chevrolet Impala pull up next to the recent break in the road boundary, and it was in quite a hurry. Before the person driving the car exited it, Chris already knew who it was, and what was happening, and wanted to curse at himself for allowing this to happen. Whatever might have happened between Roxanne and the man, was not worth her life ending.
