Igniting Her Passion

by Lainey Fox

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  The waiter approaching their table interrupted the trio’s conversation. Vance ordered a steak with a side of mashed potatoes. Dan ordered buffalo chicken wings. Crystal wasn’t sure what to eat, so she just ordered her usual when she couldn’t decide, a filet.

  “What are we doing later?” she asked as she handed the waiter their menus.

  Vance and Dan exchanged glances.

  “What do you two have planned?” she asked.

  “We were thinking of bringing you to a party downtown. It’s being held in an abandoned mattress store. I hear it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Vance said.

  “It does sound like a lot of fun,” she agreed. “What time does it start?”

  “Nine,” Dan said. “Want us to pick you up then?”

  She liked that he’d referred to them as a collective unit, a ‘we.’

  “Absolutely,” she said with a smile.

  She leaned back into her chair, relishing in the fact that she had them wrapped around her finger. They wouldn’t admit it, but they both had feelings for her. It was a beautiful situation involving stolen glances and heated sexual sessions. She couldn’t wait for the party later.

  “What should I wear?” she asked.

  They looked at each other, obviously thinking the same thing: nothing.

  “You can wear whatever you see fit,” Vance said.

  “Just know that we’re going to end up taking it off of you at some point,” Dan offered.

  Crystal laughed. She flagged the waiter down and ordered the table another round of drinks. As the beers arrived they clinked their glasses together and each took a sip. It was such a beautiful day out. The sky was cloudless and bright blue. She wondered how long it would stay warm like this. She hoped for a long time. Everything seemed to be perfect, and she didn’t want anything to change.

  “So what are you guys up to after this?” Crystal asked.

  “Well, Dan’s on shift, but I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. What were you thinking?” Vance said.

  “Oh,” Crystal paused. “Well, I was just going to go home and hang out.”

  From the corner of her eye, she noticed Dan was focusing on the plate in front of him. He said nothing, taking a sip of his beer every time there was a silence. Part of Crystal wanted to tell Vance she was busy, if only to make Dan feel better about not seeing her until later.

  “Why don’t I swing by for a bit?” Vance asked.

  “Of course,” she responded.

  “Where should I meet you guys for the party?” Dan asked.

  “Come by my place as soon as you’re off work,” she said. Dan smiled at her.

  As the afternoon wore on their plates and glasses emptied. Dan’s shift rapidly approached and the trio’s date was coming to a close. Dan flagged down the waiter and paid their bill. He exchanged a strong embrace and lingering glance with Crystal and a hearty slap on the back with Vance. With a smile, Dan headed out towards the firehouse to begin his shift, leaving Vance and Crystal alone to walk back to her place.

  “So, I think Dan really likes you,” Vance said.

  “What? Don’t be ridiculous,” Crystal responded. “I mean, I obviously like him too or else I would’ be hooking up with him.”

  Vance chuckled. He knew his friend better than Crystal did, and he was showing all the typical signs of addiction. He was certainly into Crystal, that much was clear. What wasn’t clear was how he felt about Vance’s relation to her. Did he mind that they were sharing? Vance hadn’t gotten around to asking at lunch. Crystal had appeared right when he was closing up his story. All week Vance had intended to talk to his friend about it, but he hadn’t had an opportunity. They were too busy switching shifts and seeing Crystal whenever their free time permitted. It was getting a bit chaotic juggling work and Crystal, but Vance loved it.

  He could tell that Dan did, too. Dan was a quiet one, mostly a loner in high school. When he’d joined the firefighter academy, Vance wasn’t sure if things were going to go well. But Dan grew into his skin, befriending most everyone in the academy. By the time they were going to graduate, he was best friends with half the class. They went on to be a team of dedicated leaders and workers. Vance loved having Dan by his side. He reminded him that there was still hope, that one’s personality could change based on their environment. Plus he was really good at picking up women. Vance chuckled at his thoughts. Crystal poked him playfully in his side.

  “What are you laughing at?” she asked.

  “Oh nothing,” he responded. “I was just thinking about the past is all.”

  “Ah. Good thoughts or bad?” she asked.

  “Good thoughts,” he said. “I was just thinking about how Dan used to be really quiet. He’s grown a lot. It’s actually really amazing to me. He’s become one of my best friends.”

  Vance sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Lately, though, I feel like I’ve lost track of him. I never know what he’s thinking anymore.”

  Crystal bit her lip. She felt like part of that was her fault. When they got to her house, she unlocked the door and lingered in the doorway.

  “Are you going to invite me in?” Vance asked.

  Crystal rolled her eyes. “Will you come in?”

  “Of course I will.” He mock-bowed, making her laugh.

  6

  Crystal made sure her brother wasn’t around before moving ahead with her plans. She knew he was suppose to be out with his friends, but one could never be too certain.

  “Your house looks so bright in the daytime,” Vance commented.

  Most of the windows were stained glass, and they cast bright puddles on the floor. She’d always loved the way the colors flickered and glowed. Her father had the windows installed many years ago, at the request of her mother.

  Crystal’s eyes lingered on the reds and yellows washing over Vance’s smiling face.

  “Yeah, it’s my favorite part about the house. Do you want me to make you something, like a cup of coffee?”

  “Coffee sounds great,” he said.

  Vance followed her into the kitchen, watching the natural sway of her hips. She began to clean out the coffee maker, pouring water into a plastic valve. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her backside. He heard her catch her breath, noticed the way her body transformed beneath his touch. She was like a piece of clay that he could mold whatever way he wanted. She leaned back into him and he pressed his already growing erection against her. He let his hands travel towards the front of her dress. The material was soft, and he loved the way it felt to glide his hands all over her curves. He moved up to her chest, caressing her breasts beneath the black cotton. She breathed heavily into him and he leaned his head on hers.

  The coffee began to boil as he worked his hands up her skirt. She placed her hands around his neck, spreading her legs slightly to give him easier access. Vance soon found that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Vance’s cock jumped and was quickly at full strength. Vance groaned, Crystal’s back pressing against him was almost too much to bear.

  Vance picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. She let her hands cup his face then wrapped her legs around his waist and he pulled her towards him. Things were different with Vance. It wasn’t that they were easier, but the air was charged with a different kind of passion. She loved how strong and direct his hands were. He peeled off layers of her clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor. To her surprise, he produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. They were made of rope, and easily adjustable.

  “So that’s why I didn’t hear them jingling in your pockets,” she said, toying with the rope.

  “Yep. I wanted to be extra sneaky today.”

  He took her wrists and bound them in front of her. Part of the handcuffs was a thin cord, and he used it to pull her towards him. She was nearly naked, left wearing only a strapless bra and a lacy black thong. He pulled her wrists towards him and she felt her eyes fluttering closed. It was intense, this feel
ing of being dominated. She loved that her hands were bound in the front. She was his, and his alone to control. Vance kissed and nibbled at her neck as he reached down to take off her thong, peeling it slowly down her thighs.

  “You’re so wet,” he breathed in her ear.

  She cooed back, leaning her head towards him for a kiss.

  “Nuh-uh,” he said pulling away. “I’m in charge. You can just sit back and relax. Place your hands in your lap for me, darling.”

  She did as she as told. Vance, never letting go of the thin cord, got on his knees.

  He spread her legs apart and began to lick her, slowly at first. She leaned into the cabinets, her chest heaving up and down. He reached his hand up and unhooked her bra as he licked. His tongue was warm on her clit and his long licks were making her drip slowly onto the countertop. She placed her legs on Vance’s shoulders, trying to relieve the soreness from trying to hold herself up on the countertop. There was a distinct difference in the way Vance and Dan ate her out. Vance was a lot slower, seeming to save every moment of it. Dan was faster, acting as if he were going to consume her. They both had different levels of control.

  Crystal didn’t want Vance to stop. She wanted him to keep going until she couldn’t climax anymore, collapsing into his arms. Vance’s shoulders were tawny and strong. He showed no signs of exhaustion when she propped her thighs up on him. She was curvy and heavy in certain areas, which used to make her self-conscious. Vance didn’t mind one bit. He loved every curve of her body. With each attack on Crystal’s clit Vance felt her clenching. He knew she was close to an orgasm. Her legs were shaking and she leaned her head back and moaned. She cried out as the warmth spread from her thighs to her waist and upward. She felt the tingle all the way up her neck. Crystal’s breath was shallow and raspy as she descended from her heights.

  “Now what?” she asked him.

  Vance smiled wickedly. “Oh I’m not through with you yet.”

  He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder to the couch. When he plopped her down on her back, she thought instantly of Dan. It was a visceral reaction, the memory of his head between her legs, his cock inside of her. She found her chest was pounding.

  “Are you alright?” Vance asked her.

  “Oh, I’m fine, “she said.

  She became anxious that she’d said something out of line, accidentally called out Dan’s name. But she hadn’t said or done anything. Vance was merely concerned with how she squirmed under his touch.

  “Good,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure.”

  Vance took his shirt off, revealing a muscular chest. She returned her focus to her current lover, running her hands ragged up and down his back. He smelled of aftershave and mint. Vance lifted her legs up and pressed down into her. His entire length sheathed inside of her with a single stroke. She moaned, loving how he filled her up.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked in his best dirty talk voice. “How does it feel to be had by a big sexy fireman?”

  “Aah,” she moaned. “It feels incredible.”

  She raised her hands towards his head, but she was still bound by the rope. He used it to pin her wrists back to the couch. He bit the plums of her palms, licked down her throat. He bit underneath her chin, sucking hard until he formed a small oval hickey.

  “Oh Vance,” she whispered in his ear.

  He felt an intense tingling in his groin, and knew he was going to cum soon. He managed a few more hard pumps before he came rushing out.

  “Ohh,” he groaned, letting go of her wrists.

  Crystal’s own orgasm took her as she felt the fireman’s cock pulsing and spraying his cum within her. She moaned as her muscles tensed, eliciting a gasp from Vance when her walls closed around his sensitive prick. Vance collapsed on top of her as his strength waned and he found himself too exhausted to support his own weight. Crystal giggled and poked him in the side.

  “You’re ridiculous,” she said.

  “You know it,” he responded.

  He climbed off of her, wincing slightly at the cramp in his leg. Crystal tugged at the restraint, appreciating how easy it was to come off. She didn’t have to worry about being held captive by Vance, not that she’d mind that. He sat up on the couch and leaned his head into the cushions.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  “No clue,” Dan responded nonchalantly.

  Crystal sighed a fake sigh of frustration behind a wide grin. She got off the couch and walked into the kitchen to check her only clock. It was close to four in the afternoon. Dan had been at work for only a couple of hours. She frowned wishing it was later. It was crazy, but she was excited to see Dan. The anticipation of the evening loomed heavy in the air.

  “Do you want to watch a movie?” Vance asked.

  It was such a beautiful day; Crystal couldn’t bear to be inside any longer.

  “Let’s go for a walk,” she offered.

  He shrugged and began to tug on his shirt. “Works for me,” he said.

  Outside, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. Everything was bright and looked as if it was on fire. Walking the neighborhood with Vance made her feel like she had a big sign blinking above her head. Everyone knew Vance around town, and the people she went to high school with were even worse than the strangers. They seemed obsessed with the idea of Vance and Crystal back together. When they were in high school, they were known as the couple. Everyone wanted to be them, and all of the petty jealous girls wanted to sleep with Vance. Though Crystal had let go of everything that had happened with Vance, she still felt strange walking around with him. She hated walking around during the day. Everything felt so much more obvious out in the sun. She preferred her night walks with Dan, and the fact that nobody was around to witness them. They would cover almost half the town in one evening, wrapped up in each other’s presences and conversations.

  Vance was talkative, sure, but this was the daytime. Nothing ever went well when the sun was out. Daytime meant people, activities, and work. Crystal hated being around other people she didn’t know. She preferred the quiet of her room, the solitude of her empty home. Since she’d moved out from living with Petey, she’d relished in living in her own home. It was only better when she had her lovers over. They could sleep wherever they wanted, screw wherever they wanted. They didn’t need to ask permission from anyone, especially not a roommate.

  “What are you thinking about?” Vance asked.

  Crystal didn’t respond right away. She loathed that question. It was so difficult to pick just one part of her thought process to elaborate on.

  “I’m not thinking about much,” she said.

  “Oh I doubt that,” Vance said bumping his hips into her. “Penny for your thoughts?”

  She laughed. “Do you want to go into the bookstore?”

  “Uh… Sure.”

  The bell chimed loudly, signaling their presence. A girl at the counter with purple hair looked up briefly before going back to her novel. Crystal led Vance through the tightly placed bookshelves. She enjoyed the smell of the old books. Vance followed her around for a few minutes leering with a bored look from spine to spine. As they perused through the thriller section Vance placed his hands around Crystal’s waist and kissed her. I pushed her against the shelf, being careful not to knock off any paperbacks.

  “Well look who we have here,” said a voice from behind a bookshelf.

  Crystal looked over Vance’s shoulder surprised to find Dan looking at them through a hole in the bookshelf. His bright eyes flashed dangerously in the stale light.

  “Oh hey,” Crystal said. “I thought you were at work?”

  “I was at work, but now I’m out of work,” he responded.

  Crystal grinned. “Ah.”

  She realized she was still holding onto Vance’s neck. She let go and they both turned towards Dan.

  “So, are you going to keep talking to us through the bookshelf?” Crystal asked.

  Dan sighed. “I guess I’ll com
e over there,” he said.

  Vance and Dan bumped fists before hugging each other. Crystal laughed. She’d never understood the language of men.

  “So, where to now?” Crystal asked.

  Dan and Vance exchanged looks. “Is your brother still out?” Dan asked.

  “I assume so,” she responded.

  “To Crystal’s!” Vance exclaimed.

  Crystal walked between them on the way to her house. Dan was telling them a story about how one of the new guys at work slid down the pole and got metal-burn.