Finding Acceptance in His Arms

by Thomas Briar

  She quickly became lost in the tongue-fucking, unconsciously pushing against the floor with her hands to make her hips rise up to make her ass spread open even more. In a short time Jennifer’s delving tongue made her want something larger and harder than a semi-soft, pliable tongue. She thought the middle-sized buttplug would prove to be perfect. She moaned loudly to signal this.

  Jennifer scoffed. “I hear you, anal slut. And I know what you want. But I’m not convinced you deserve it yet. I want to first hear some real begging and see some real tears. Come on now, give me what I want and you’ll get what you want.”

  “Pleeaassseeee, Jennifer! I’ll do anything you want! I promise! I’ll even let you do that thing to me that you love doing so much! I promise I will! Please, Jennifer. Pleeeaassee!”

  “No tears?” Jennifer peered down at Kara’s tortured face. “Proper begging should always be accompanied by tears. You know this, Kara. I want to see something genuine! Stop pretending!”

  The first of the tears spilled out of Kara’s eyes to mar the carpet, but she didn’t see them or acknowledge them. She was feeling it now, this external, physical release providing some kind of primitive, internal justification for her debauched anal inclinations. The tears flowed easily and the blubbering of her voice sounded perfect to her ears. “Please, Jennifer! Please just give me what I want.”

  The popping of the lube top being opened made her start crying even harder. She whimpered the moment the anal plug invaded her innermost being and slowly slid into place.

  In moments like these, although she could never ever find the courage to describe it to another living person, anal play represented the act of allowing another person to caress her very soul. She thought this because all of the women she knew who only reveled in their clitoris’s penchant for pleasure, and to be totally honest, she certainly loved her clit—she just loved the sensation of anal play more because there was nothing else like it in the entire world. She thought for certain she must possess another clit buried somewhere deep inside her ass. And now Jennifer had found it and was strumming it most deliciously with every inward and outward motion of the buttplug.

  Her tears dried up. She cooed, “That’s the spot! That’s the spot! I’m going to come!”

  “Oh, no you’re not. You can’t come yet.” Jennifer removed the anal plug.

  “What!” She stared back over her shoulder at Jennifer.

  “You haven’t taken the cock yet.”

  “I’ll take it after I come!” she promised. “Please don’t make me beg again! I need it now, Jennifer! I never get to have anal sex with anyone except myself!”

  “And that’s your fault.” Jennifer refused to give in. She picked up the dildo and took her time lubing it up. It was a torturous minute before she finally placed it against Kara’s pussy lips. Then, as if to add insult to injury, she added, “Don’t ever blame me for your choices, Kara. I didn’t tell you to move to New York. You did that on your own.”

  Another onslaught of tears threatened to pour out. Kara blinked them back as Jennifer slipped the head of the dildo in. With a lot of insistence and more than a little resistance, Jennifer finally succeeded in working the dildo all the way in with a gentle reprimand following. “No more Kegels for you while you’re in Atlanta, Kara. I told you to stop doing them a month ago.”

  “I know,” she whispered under her heavy breathing. On an experimental note, this didn’t feel really pleasurable like she’d always heard it would, yet, it wasn’t really painful either. Just a little uncomfortable.

  It got more uncomfortable as Jennifer began forcing the dildo in and out of her. Thankfully, in a short time, she loosened up and Jennifer took to fucking her faster and faster.

  Sometime amid the furious pounding, Jennifer reinserted the buttplug and Kara began feeling it again—the subtle teasing of a reemerging anal orgasm. It surged upward in little increments from somewhere deep inside her core. With every quick withdrawal and return plunge of the buttplug she could feel the orgasm getting closer…and closer…then, all of a sudden, it hit. The tremendous pleasure made her clenching pelvic muscles push both the dildo and buttplug out of her body.

  She gave a loud wail and her arms gave out. She collapsed with her forehead resting against the carpet, feeling completely sated in body and mind.

  “Come on, girly.” Jennifer grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her back up onto the couch. “We need to talk.”

  “Okay.” She sunk back into the softness of the sofa. “I’ll let you do what I promised to let you do in a minute. I just need to rest a moment.”

  Jennifer swished her blonde hair back and forth, the pale skin on her high cheekbones a bright red. “There’s no need. I had a little one along with you. You know I’m a voyeur at heart and feed off other people’s emotions.”

  Kara sighed in having been given a reprieve from further exertions. She managed to smile in spite of her exhaustion. “I’ve always envied your being able to come from simply connecting with people on an emotional level. Maybe one day when I meet the right person it will happen to me. It must be really nice.”

  “Well, I envy the way you come so hard. I think your orgasms are even stronger now than ever before. Why do you think that is? What changed?”

  “I don’t really know. But maybe it’s because I haven’t been with anyone since I moved to New York,” Kara admitted. “You know I can’t afford any whispers of what I really like to spring up there. It’d ruin me.”

  “You’re going to fuck up and tell on yourself if you don’t put New York out of your mind while you’re here. You’ve got plenty of time to think about it when you go back.”

  “I know.” Kara winced. “New York no longer exists while I’m in Atlanta.”

  “Thank you!” Jennifer gave Kara a loud smooch on the cheek. “I’m tired of hearing about it anyway. While you’re here I want my old Kara back. The girl who taught me the proper way to kiss and do other unmentionable things. I really miss her. Sometimes I secretly wish—even though I’m very happy for you these days—that you would have never left. The Atlanta party scene isn’t the same without you. If you would only give up New York and come back I’m sure you could get your old job back at the advertising agency. Then we could be together every day, not to mention sleep together every night like we used to.”

  Kara held her silence under Jennifer’s intense gaze. How could she tell her dearest friend in the world that she didn’t ever want things to ever go back to the way they had once been. Yeah, college had been fun, but she was looking toward the future now.

  “Do you ever think about coming back to Atlanta permanently?” Jennifer wouldn’t let it go.

  Kara shook her head. “I can’t ever move back. Not if I want to maintain the life I’ve built for myself. And I don’t want to ever go back to working in advertising. I’d rather live in a cardboard box first.”

  “I can’t blame you,” Jennifer admitted. “It does get pretty monotonous at times.”

  “I’m glad you understand.”

  Jennifer patted Kara’s thigh. “Since I tried to get you to come back and you shot me down, we might as well discuss something I’ve been avoiding talking to you about.”

  “Okay.” Kara couldn’t help noticing the subtle influx of tension inserting itself between them.

  Jennifer swallowed. “So here’s the thing, and I don’t mean to be getting all up in your business, but I’ll never understand why you instigated a meeting with Evan while I was away in Chicago on business this past weekend. We had plenty of time to get you into a script doing something a little less intimidating than what this one’s calling for.”

  Kara let out a frustrated sigh. “Although I haven’t read it yet I have no problem with whatever they’re asking for. I’m a big girl.”

  “I know that. But I’ll never understand why you went against what I said for you to say and do. You even lied about having had sex with men before. And I can hardly believe you’ve led him to think you’r
e an anal sex queen. Just because you like to do certain things with women doesn’t mean you’ll like doing those same things with a man.”

  It took a monumental effort on Kara’s part to suppress her growing irritation. “I know you don’t understand, Jennifer. But I accept full responsibility for my lying and any consequences stemming from me lying. He wouldn’t have agreed to give me an audition without me first leading him to believe I can do this.”

  “I get that, but why didn’t you wait to let me introduce you to him?” Sadness marred Jennifer’s countenance and her shoulders slumped. “I thought I was your best friend in the world. You’ve changed so much from the person I used to know. It’s like you now get off on being secretive and doing things all on your own. We used to do things together. Remember? It was always us against the world.”

  “You are my best friend in the world. And I couldn’t do this without your help.” Kara said softly. “But it’s also entirely your fault that I even want to do this.”

  “How is it my fault?” Disbelief canvassed Jennifer’s face.

  “You told me about him and what you did with him. I remember cautioning you to be careful so you didn’t get your naked ass plastered all over the Internet. And you laughed my concern off, saying there was no danger of anyone outside of the people involved ever knowing because they didn’t film it or take any still pictures. That the clientele were wealthy and cultured and if they wanted to experience it again they simply paid again. Don’t pretend you didn’t know I would be intrigued. You know me better than anyone. So you have to admit that on some level you knew I’d want to do this.”

  “But you’re rushing into this thing headfirst. These people will expect to get what they’re paying for. If Evan said fifteen minutes of hard anal, he means fifteen minutes of hard anal.”

  “He didn’t say hard anal,” Kara corrected her friend. “He said fifteen minutes of deep, pleasurable anal. I’m thinking I’m going to like it very much.”

  “Just remember you said that when your asshole gets raw after the first five minutes.”

  Kara let out an exasperated sigh. “You don’t understand, Jennifer. You’ve fucked him in front of an audience twice already with a third time looming on the horizon. I want my chance before it’s too late. And we both know there’s a day coming for me real soon when it will definitely be too late. And then on my deathbed I’ll hate myself for letting this opportunity slide by without having taking advantage of it.”

  “Oh, quit being overly dramatic,” Jennifer gently chided. “You’re not fixing to die, so you’ve got plenty of time to live out your fantasies. You know I’m just worried about you.”

  “But there’s nothing to be worried about.” Kara sat up to take hold of her friend’s hands. “I can do whatever he requires of me and I won’t let myself fall in love with him. I’ll even promise to come home to you every night while I’m here in Atlanta.”

  “You have only one week and five days left of your vacation. You’ve been here almost a week now. I know I really shouldn’t but I’m counting down the days. And mark my words, he’ll make you fall in love with him before the week is out. I’ve already been in your shoes, remember? Don’t take him too seriously. He makes his living by playing on other people’s emotions and getting them to believe in something that isn’t real.”

  Kara dismissed the warning to perform a quick mental calculation before offering a tentative smile. “You forgot to count the ten hours remaining in today.”

  “In that case, make it one week, five days, and ten hours.” A melancholy smile creased Jennifer’s troubled face. “Better?”

  “Yes.” Kara stood up to pull Jennifer onto her feet. “Now let’s go take a nap together. I want to cuddle. I really miss cuddling with you after orgasm.”

  Chapter Three

  “I hope you like hot dogs,” Evan announced upon opening the door of the cab and stepping out. He extended a hand toward Kara.

  “Hot dogs are fine.” She took hold of his hand to be helped out. The sultry evening air hit her like a brick in the face.

  Directly before them sat a sidewalk café with metal tables and chairs. The umbrellas sticking out the center of the tables were opened, but the adjacent building across the street took all the credit for blocking the harsh evening sun. Only one table of the six remained empty.

  Kara could hardly believe she’d shaved her legs, put on makeup, and worn a pretty light blue sundress with heels for this. She’d expected a nice, intimate dinner somewhere sophisticated enough to have air conditioning. She tried to hide her disappointment behind a false smile.

  Evan must have seen right through her charade because he said, “It’s all right to be disappointed, Kara. Life is full of dashed hopes. In our business there is a hierarchy. You’re at the very bottom, if you aren’t already aware.”

  Without waiting for a reply, he extended his arm to escort her over to the ordering window. He smiled at the pretty teenage girl holding a pencil and ordering pad. “We’ll have two dogs with all the fixings on one of them and…” He glanced at Kara.

  “I’ll take only mustard and ketchup on mine,” she said to the girl.

  “And two bottles of water,” Evan concluded the order.

  Kara waited quietly while Evan paid for the hot dogs and water. She watched the girl hand the plastic bottles of water through the window to Evan, which he then handed over to her. Thirty seconds later, the girl presented the hot dogs in closed-top cardboard carriers.

  Evan carried the hot dogs to the empty table along the edge of the storefront. He deposited the meals at their prospective places across from each other before moving around the table to pull out her chair.

  She let herself be seated then studied Evan as he took his own seat. He exemplified handsome masculinity in his dark blue buttoned-down shirt, powder blue tie, and black slacks. And he smelled great too, like a man should, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne wafting over at odd moments on the summer evening’s air. For a fact, she didn’t really know what to think about him at this point. On the cab ride here he wouldn’t let her explain away the discrepancy in her cover story from the other night. He’d only held up his hand for silence and said to wait until later.

  She wondered if that meant now because she really wanted to get it over with and see if he believed her. He had to believe her. He just had to. She’d never have an opportunity to do something like this ever again. And she just knew he’d flip out if she told him the real reason it was so important to her. So she couldn’t dare tell him. He’d only find out that secret when she wanted him to know it. Maybe she’d reveal everything right before she went back to New York, or maybe she wouldn’t ever. That coin still spun dizzily in the air.

  Evan opened his carrier and picked up his hot dog. He bobbed his head once at Kara. “Eat your dinner.”

  She did, taking small bites. The meal was consumed in complete silence.

  Afterward, he reached over to cradle her chin with his fingers as he wiped the corner of her mouth with one thumb. It came away with a smudge of mixed ketchup and mustard, which he licked away.

  With him deigning to do this, she couldn’t help wondering if he’d learned the results of her blood test. This didn’t seem likely since she’d only given the blood this morning.

  “So why did you seek to deceive me?” he asked, elbows on the table now, his fingers intertwined underneath his chin.

  Kara shrugged before glancing around the sidewalk café at the other diners, the slow-moving traffic along the street, the pedestrians waiting in a cluster at the crosswalk for the light to change. She shifted her gaze back to Evan and sunk down a little in her seat to exhibit weakness and vulnerability.

  “I thought it sounded better if I appeared totally self-supporting and not some kind of charity case bouncing around the country and preying on the good will of my friends. I’m very sorry for trying to deceive you. I meant no harm.”

  Silence and a piercing stare met her explanation and subseq
uent apology. The silence began drawing out and she grew nervous at what his decree might be.

  “So that’s your excuse?” Relief etched his handsome face and eyes. “You didn’t want me to think you were some kind of vagabond, hippie chick?”

  She didn’t give a verbal reply, only slunk down lower in her seat while dissecting his reaction. It struck her as odd because no matter how serious and uncompromising he’d previously portrayed himself as being, this made him appear eager to forgive her—far too forgiving to be so genuinely ready to kick her to the curb a moment before. Maybe he secretly wanted to work with her after all and wasn’t so much the cynic he’d led her to believe he was. She followed this line of thought to its natural conclusion and had to suppress a smile.

  He leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving her face. He took a sip of water. “Jennifer said you’ve known each other a while?”

  “We went to preschool together and have been best friends ever since,” Kara answered honestly. She’d decided no more lies unless absolutely necessary. This man had already proved he paid attention to the details and didn’t mind cross-checking the purported facts.

  “You said your parents were deceased the other night. What happened to them?” Evan’s stare grew intense again.

  “Stupid car accident,” she answered.

  “How old were you when it happened?”

  “Fifteen.”

  “Who did you live with after their deaths?”

  “An aunt took me in until I moved in with Jennifer at age eighteen. Jennifer and I stocked shelves at a department store to pay our rent. We even attended community college together. She’s my best friend in the world.”