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Born From Silence

By: LadyCytherea



Hi Everyone! 

This is my first try at writing erotic fiction, but I hope you enjoy it. I have written some stories before, but this was a totally different experience (and also a lot of fun :P). If you all like it I'll try and write more of this potential series. I edited myself, so there may be mistakes and I'm sorry in advance. Please let me know how I did, I look forward to all your comments. 

Kisses, 

Cyth 



Born From Silence Ch. 02



Hello again Everyone!

This is the continuation of my first story, Born From Silence. So you should probably read that before you continue on with this one. I got so many wonderful comments on the last one, it was truly overwhelming how positive the response was. I hope this one lives up to the first chapter. Again, please let me know how I did.

Kisses,

Cyth





Born From Silence Ch. 02



Jason's tongue extended outward, tasting the salt of my dried perspiration around my mouth before sliding it into my mouth. My hands were in his hair as well, pulling him down to me as we kissed hotly. His hand went over my ass and squeezed it through my yoga pants. I moaned softly against his lips, and dueled tongues with him. He steered me around and I took a few blind steps backward until I hit the kitchen counter. 

Jason's hand slid from my hair and joined its mate under me. He squeezed both cheeks of my ass and lifted me up onto the counter as though I weighed nothing. My legs parted and he stepped between them. Both his hands became tangled in my messy hair and pulled my lips against his. My heart was beating so hard it's a wonder that he didn't hear it. I was sitting on the edge of the counter top with Jason between my legs, kissing him for all I was worth.

We both stunk of dried sweat, but neither of us cared. His hands escaped the snarl my hair had become, and went over my thighs. He squeezed the muscles while kissing me, sliding them up and down in the same way I did when I was nervous. He was in no way nervous however, he was too filled with hunger for my body to be nervous. 

My hands left his hair and slid down his bare shoulders. I felt the firmness of the muscle beneath the sweat-slickened flesh. I went lower and grabbed the bottom of his tank top. I pulled up on it and he drew back to allow me to draw it over his head. I threw it to the floor thoughtlessly, and he came forward again. His mouth missed mine as I went for his throat. I kissed the sensitive flesh there and tasted the dried sweat there while I slid my hands down along his still slippery chest.

They went down his stomach, and were pushed further apart as he pushed closer to me. He steered my mouth back to his insistently with both hands, and we kissed as my hands ran down his waist. They went over his hips and brushed against the elastic waistband of his shorts. I pushed down on them and his hands left my hair to help me. I had got them down his hips, but his hard cock was stopping me from making further progress with my limited reach. 

With his help his shorts and boxers were soon down to his thighs and his thick shaft was swaying freely in front of him. He pushed back up against me, his naked cock folding between us and pressing against my crotch. His hands went to the bottom of my tank top and he pulled it over my head. He tossed it to the floor with the same thoughtlessness I had his, which left me in only my grey sports bra from the waist up. 

Jason reinitiated our briefly interrupted kiss, and hummed softly against my lips as he thrust his hips against me. The wetness pouring from my pussy dampened the underside of his cock as it slid along the damp crotch of my yoga pants. I was utterly soaked and so ready for him my entire body ached. He held me with one hand on my lower back and the other bracing the back of my head, and kissed me long and deep while grinding his hard cock against my pussy.

If it had gone on long enough I think I would have climaxed just from that, but eventually he needed more than just the warm, damp press of my pussy through two layers of clothing against the underside of his cock. Both his hands grabbed a hold of the waist of my yoga pants and he yanked down on them with surprising ferocity. I brought my hands to the edge of the counter, and pushed up to let my pants slid under my ass easily. 

When I came back down the linoleum countertop chilled my bare buttocks. I extended my legs outward and Jason pulled my yoga pants all the way off. They joined our tank tops on the ground and he stepped back between my legs. I wrapped them around him as he pushed aside the slender grey gusset of my thong with one hand while steering the head of his stiff member to the slick folds of my pussy. 

I groaned throatily when he entered me, and he harmonized with me as his cock slid deep inside the hot depths of my narrow channel. I remembered him being big, but as he penetrated me it felt as though he was making room for himself inside me that hadn't been there before. I stretched and I stretched, straining to hold all of him inside. If I hadn't been so wet it probably would have hurt, but I was soaked and when his balls brushed against me to announce he had no more cock to feed my voracious pussy with I trembled in near orgasm. 

Jason pulled back and the lips of my pussy clung to his shaft, desperately trying to keep him inside, and then he lunged back inside.

"Huhn," I cried out. 

Our mouths came apart and his cheek pressed against mine as he began to fuck me. The counter placed me at the perfect height for him to thrust into me in his standing position, and he took full advantage of that fact by driving into me with enough force to make my clenched teeth rattle. He gripped me around the waist to stop my sweaty ass from sliding back on the countertop. My pussy squelched wetly around his pistoning member, which may have embarrassed me on some other occasion but I was too far gone to care.

I squeezed my thighs around him, but gave him enough space to thrust into me with full range of motion. My hands were over his ass feeling them clench and relax, clench and relax, again and again as he thrust into me. I breathed hotly through clenched teeth, which made hissing sounds escape me as my orgasm approached. Jason continued to plow into me, and speared me on his cock when my fingernails dug into his ass and my thighs clamped down around him.

"S-shit!" I cried out as my orgasm exploded through my loins. Jason drew my face down to his shoulder and I bit down on it while I came violently on his cock. I don't think I squirted, but I certainly did gush around his cock. Droplets of my body's nectar flowed from me, down his sack and to the floor below. He grabbed onto my trembling thigh and held it tightly while I shook up on the countertop.

My jaw slackened and I realized that I had chomped down on him harder than I thought I was when I saw the mark in his flesh. He pulled my mouth away and kissed me shakily, his lips were trembling with contained lust and I could feel the energy stored within him just waiting to be tapped into. My thighs relaxed around him, and my hands released their tight hold on his ass. He kissed me with deep yearning and then pulled back. 

I looked at him and he looked at me, both of us waiting for the other to say something. 

"You bit me," he remarked, almost as though detached from the fact. 

I cast my eyes downward embarrassedly. "Sorry," I said. 

Jason grinned at me and kissed my cheek gently. His mouth moved to my throat, and then his teeth pressed down on my shoulder. He applied more and more pressure until I gasped in mingled pain and pleasure. He withdrew, kissed the spot he had bit me and then kissed me on the mouth once more. He pulled back and swept my dark bangs out of my eyes.

"There," he said. "Now we're even."

I looked at my shoulder, there was a mark but it did not seem likely to stay for very long. He ground his hips against me and I groaned softly. He was still hard, very hard. He stirred his long shaft inside me and kissed my lips gently. It was a deceptive calm, however, I could feel the hunger in him and the electricity flowing through him just under the skin.

"We should take a shower," he told me. 

"Right now?" I asked dumbly. In my defense I was a bit dazed from the orgasm I had just had. 

Jason nodded. "We sort of stink," he said flirtatiously. I know, it's a weird adjective to attribute to such a sentence but that's the only way I can describe the cadence in his voice as the words came out.

I wrapped my legs around him to hold him inside. "You don't want to cum first?" I asked. 

"Hmm..." Jason hummed thoughtfully as he flexed some muscled in his lower abdomen that made his cock bob inside of me. "I think he does, but I really want to get you naked."

I couldn't help but smile. "Who's going to win the argument?" I joked. 

Jason smiled. "Me for now," he said, and with that he slid out with a sigh. 

I looked down and saw how shiny his cock was with my juices. The sight of it set more than a little tremble through me, it was more like an orgasmic reverberation. 

"You've got shower stuff in your bag, right?" he asked. 

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Go grab it, I'll get the shower going," he said. 

Jason kissed me one more time and then pulled away. He left the kitchen and left me feeling very alone up on the countertop. I hopped down from it and hurried on wobbly legs to my gym bag. I grabbed my little mesh sack of toiletries and went to the bathroom. Jason had the shower running and was sitting on the toilet removing his socks when I entered. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I'll admit that I looked pretty wild. 

My hair was very messy and I was down to a grey sports bra and athletically styled thong, both of which were darkened with sweat. Seeing myself sort of jolted me back into the reality of what we were doing, and brought back some nervousness. Chad was long forgotten now, it was Jason who had set butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He rose from the toilet, now entirely naked, and closed the remaining distance between us.

Jason's eyes were shining with desire. His wanting me so nakedly helped me get past my remaining mental hang ups, and I only stiffened slightly when his hands rested on my hips. He slid them up along my sides, my flesh warm and damp with sweat, and took a hold of the bottom of my sports bra. I lifted my arms and he lifted the sports bra. He pulled it over my breasts which cheerfully sprang out of its encapsulation.

Jason's eyes focused on them for a moment, but then slid further down. He looped his fingers around the waistband of my panties and drew them down my legs. 

"Lean against the sink," he told me distantly. He had a far off look in his eyes as he continuously swept them up and down my body, seemingly uncertain of where to keep them. 

I did as he said and leaned back against the sink. The porcelain was cold against my flushed skin, but I soon forgot that when he grabbed me around the calf and pulled my foot his way. He drew the little ankle sock off of it, and gave the inner arch a light kiss before letting it go. The kiss sent an interesting little tremor through me. He grabbed my other calf and repeated the sock removal process. 

This time he kissed the top of my foot and then higher on the shin. His hand slid up my leg and I leaned back more heavily against the sink as his lips crept up the sweaty limb. 

"Jason..." I began nervously. "I'm—"

I was going to say sweaty, or gross or something to that effect because I knew where he was heading. However, he cut me off by pushing my leg to the side and thrusting his face between my thighs. His mouth went over my sweaty, dripping pussy and he groaned as he began to feast upon it. After I had gotten over the initial shock of how dirty what he had just done was my hands slid into his hair and I tilted my head back as the moans began to trumpet out from me. 

Jason hummed wickedly at the salty, sweet taste of my unwashed pussy. I knew nothing else to do but let him lick me, suck me and nibble on my inner thighs while I leaned back against the sink and prayed that my lone supporting leg did not give out. He slung my leg over his shoulder and shuffled in closer on his knees. His tongue slid into my pussy and tasted the sweet juices from their source while turning his head from side to side to make the bridge of his nose rub against my erect clit. 

His lips squeezed down on my labial folds, pinching them almost, and he ran his tongue sordidly along the crease my leg makes at the joint with my pelvis on his way to encircle my clit with his mouth. My nails dug into his scalp as I clawed at his hair wildly. He began to suck on my clit while flicking his amazingly agile tongue across it. And how I moaned for him. My lust-filled orations filled the bathroom and reverberated off the walls, floor and ceiling. 

"Jason..." I kept gasping. I don't know why that was. At first I think it was to tell him to stop, then for a while it was just because I was sort of stuck on the word, and then it was to tell him to not stop. He did me one better than merely not stopping, he slid two fingers up into my weeping slot and began fingering me in earnest. 

"Oh God!" I cried. 

Jason's lips sucked, his tongue flicked and his fingers thrust in and out of me. As he had the last time, he found my G-spot quickly and made sure to massage it to devastatingly orgasmic effect. 

"Oh God!" I screamed this time, and nearly toppled as my leg gave out from under me. Jason took most of my weight on his face and I ground against his penetrating fingers and his rubbing tongue as my orgasm engulfed me. My muscles drew taut as bowstrings, and shuddering, gasping breaths escaped me after that first wail had torn its way from my throat.

As I came down from the climax he released my trembling thigh and the ball of my bare foot came to rest on the linoleum floor. He kissed each of my thighs before kissing my lower abdomen. He rose slightly to put his mouth over my bellybutton. His tongue slid inside of it and tasted the sweat that had pooled there from our exertions, before kissing up the line of my abdominals. He squeezed both my breasts in his hands and gave each nipple a quick suck and a little, teasing nibble that made my still weak knees wobble dangerously. 

Jason hummed around a mouthful of my breast and then pulled back. His hard cock prodded my stomach and I gazed at him through half-closed eyes. The lower half of his face was glistening with my sweat and juices, and he had a winning smile on his lips. He was inordinately proud of his sexual accomplishment moments earlier.

"Well," he said. "Now I definitely need to get cleaned up."

I just stared at him and he turned around. He strode to the shower and stepped inside. The bathroom had already filled with steam, and as I followed him into the shower I was walking through a cloud of warm mist. I had nearly forgotten to grab my toiletries, but I still had some of my wits about me. Jason took the little mesh sack from me and fished out the small bottle I used to store my shampoo. 

"Can I?" he asked. 

He wanted to clean me. 

It was a rather intimate thing, but I decided that since his tongue had just been inside my vagina it was time to get past those kinds of hang ups. At the time I don't think I had still figured out what I wanted from Jason, but I'm pretty sure I knew that it wasn't just the romanceless arrangement he had first had in mind. Maybe he was just having fun with me, but I was feeling something more with each passing minute I spent in his company. 

I nodded in response to his question and stepped under the spray to let it soak my hair. It made the dark strands darker, and the somewhat lighter browns stood out as a result even as they got darker. My hair looks nearly black, but in reality it's a very dark brown. While I soaked my hair Jason squeezed some shampoo into his palm and rubbed it between his palms. He stepped in behind me as I stepped out of the spray, and I felt his still erect manhood press against my bare buttocks.

I shut my eyes against the spray blasting against my front as he spread the shampoo through my hair. He worked it into the scalp first and then worked towards the ends of my hair. I had not really expected him to do a good job of it, but he seemed to actually know what he was doing which made me wonder if had not done it before. It made me oddly jealous to think of him having other girls in his shower, and irrationally self-conscious as I wondered how I stacked up to them.

Those thoughts were quickly banished from my mind as he brought his hands back to my scalp and lightly scratched my head. His nails on my scalp felt wonderful, and I practically purred under his touch. I'm sure he smiled at the sound. He continued to work the shampoo into my hair, neither rushing nor dallying, and then guided me back under the spray to rinse out the suds. He turned me back around to let the spray fall directly onto my hair. 

Jason moved in close enough that his forehead was resting against mine as he massaged my hair. He let the water soak in, and then gently squeezed it back out. I felt his breath against my lips as he washed me, and my body hummed under his touch. When he had cleared away all of the shampoo he tilted my head with his hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. I tried to kiss him more deeply, but he withdrew. 

"Time for conditioner, right?" he asked with a small smile. 

My refused lips remained slightly parted as I nodded. I felt vaguely hypnotized in a strange way, and the feeling only grew greater as he applied the conditioner directly to my hair. He squeezed out spurts along the sodden tresses, and spread it through my hair like he had the shampoo. He combed his fingers through my hair, and then turned me around to face him again. He kissed me sensually for the time it took the conditioner to set, and left my body humming as he once again turned me around to rinse my hair. 

Jason felt the water soak into my hair, and then squeezed it out. He did this repeatedly, and left my hair feeling wonderfully clean. I held him around his waist as he rinsed my hair, and his erection slid between my thighs. I had calmed down so much since leaving the gym that it almost felt like it had never happened. I was utter putty in his hands, I felt so feminine with my head held in his large hands, and felt closer to him than I ever hand before. 

Then he kissed me briefly once more and withdrew.

"There we go," he said. "Now we just go to get the rest of you clean."

I had a quip in mind that scrubbing my mouth out wasn't an option, but it felt too crude to say aloud at that moment. Jason grabbed the body wash from the mesh sack and squeezed it into his palms. He had me face away from him and rested his hands on my shoulders. He squeezed them, and then slid down my biceps. He smeared the body wash along my arms all the way to my hands, and then squeezed out more to rub into my back.

Jason massaged me as he washed me. His hands slid down my back and then went up between my arms and my body. I was sort of disappointed when he did not go for my butt, but as his hands slid up my flanks towards my armpits I got over it. He slid them around my ribcage and over my breasts. He rubbed them and squeezed him, and suddenly he wasn't just washing me anymore. His fingers teased my nipples and I felt his slippery, half-hard cock sliding along the groove formed by my ass cheeks. 

Jason let go of my breasts, and let me watch him squeeze more body wash into his palms. His hands went to my stomach, teasing my sensitive navel with the end of one finger, and then sliding both hands back over my breasts. My nipples were painfully hard, and only got relief when he pulled and teased them. I moaned as he did and I felt his cock becoming fully hard against my ass. 

Jason took his hands away from my breasts and slid his thumbs along my hip bones as he neared the 'V' at the bottom of my torso. I groaned as he slid both hands between my thighs and squeezed high up on the inside of them. I tried to squeeze them together, but he drew them apart and slid both hands higher. Both his forefingers slid over my outer labia, and he drew them apart opening me lewdly. His slippery hands slid between my thighs and smeared body wash all over my vulva.

Jason's roaming hands hand me excited again, and aching to having the hard cock I felt grinding against my ass back inside of me. His hands slid around my hips, and left me briefly to get more body wash. He was using a lot more than I would have normally used myself, but the effect was that I was well-covered in suds as he was very thorough in his cleaning. I felt his cock slid down the groove between my buttocks and slap lightly against my thigh as he knelt down behind me.




Born From Silence Ch. 02



I blushed when he grabbed a hold of my buttocks and spread them apart. He was getting an eyeful of my tight little anus, something I had never shared with anyone before. One of his hands slid between my ass cheeks, spreading body wash along the sweaty cleft while also rub the pads of two fingers along my anus worryingly. He drew away when I stiffened uncomfortably, and I realized he was probably testing to see if I was up for things involving that part of my anatomy. 

Jason's hands went down my legs next, squeezing and rubbing the smooth skin all the way down to my feet. He carefully washed those as well, and with the attention he paid them I wondered if he did not have a bit of a fetish for feet. He had me turn around and washed the front of my legs. I was wary of his head going between my legs again unexpectedly, but he behaved. That was, until, he didn't. 

Jason rose to his feet. "You're so beautiful," he told me.

I was blushing from his words when he kissed me. He should have lost the ability to make me blush a long time ago, but he still could do it when he surprised me with a compliment. He tried to pull away from the kiss again, but he had my body humming and I was not for letting him go again. My fingers wound themselves around his hair and kept his mouth firmly against mine. Eventually he gave in, and then ran with it. He pushed me back against the wall of the shower, and reached down behind me. 

Jason's hand slid along my ass and then over my thigh, which he pulled up on. He bent his knees and his other hand guided the head of his cock to my little opening. Jason drove upward and I cried out as I was impaled on his rigid pole. 

"Fuck!" I groaned. 

Jason wasted no time. He grabbed my other thigh and used his hips to pin me against the wall as he lifted it. His hands slid further under me and he lifted me off my feet so he could fuck me at an easier angle. My back pressed flat against the cold wall and he thrust into me. Steam billowed around us and the hiss of the spray filled the confined space. My hands gripped his shoulders and my strong thighs squeezed around him to help hold me up.

Jason entire lower body got into the act of thrusting into me. His knees bent, then his calves and thighs tensed, and then his buttocks clenched to give the thrust just a little more power. I had never had sex in the shower before. Alice and Ellie had both told me it wasn't all it was chopped up to be. I don't know, I wasn't really that aware of my surroundings. Everything had devolved into a haze of lust, pleasure and an ache within for release.

Jason shoved his hips up against me to pin me against the wall, and then reached behind himself to grab my hands. He grasped me by the wrists and pinned my arms up against the wall above my head. There was a moment's pause between us wherein we made eye-contact. He looked incredible. His mouth was wide open as he gasped for air, his hair was wet and water flowed down his face. His arms were tense from holding my wrists over my head, and his entire body was coiled like a spring in preparation to continue the ravaging of my body he had started. 

But what was really remarkable was the unbridled lust in his pale, green eyes. 

Jason's mouth went over mine when the moment had past and he ground his hips against me. I moaned into the kiss as his hard shaft stirred inside me and my clit rubbed him. His hips slid back, and he thrust forward. My breasts shuddered from the force, stretched vertically with my arms over my head. He trapped both my wrists in one of his big hands and brought the other to one of the fleshy mounds on my chest.

I emitted a high whine when his fingers pinched down on my nipple, and then twisted it. His had slid up my body and gripped my throat confidently while his mouth went down to my chest. He lapped up the beaded water between my breasts and then along the swells themselves. Then he trapped one of my nipples inside his mouth. His tongue circled around it and I groaned as me began to tease it. 

Jason could not thrust into me while he was doing this without me sliding down the wall, so he remained still and let me writhe against his cock while he tortured my nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. He knew to bite, I didn't even know that I wanted to be bitten but he seemed to know that I did. It wasn't hard, he was forceful but never enough to do damage. I continued to squirm against his cock, and his hand slid up my throat to press against the side of my face. 

I groaned as his teeth grazed my nipple and he slid his thumb between my lips. My heart was racing and I was totally disoriented. I was at the point where I was simply acting on instinct, so when that appendage entered my mouth I just went with it. My lips closed around it and mimed what his were doing to my nipple. I sucked on it, I nibbled on it and yes, when I came I bit on it. Jason grunted when I did, and he withdrew his thumb as I became a wet, shuddering mass of flesh and orgasmic energy atop his throbbing cock. 

Jason groaned and I was sure he was going to cum. My pussy squeezed around him, tempting him, inviting him to fill it full of the cum housed inside the heavy sack between his thighs, but he didn't. I felt the tension in him, I could feel it in his grip on my wrists and the way he pushed into me as though straining to get deeper than was possible. He already had me filled to capacity, nothing more would fit inside. 

I gasped as my orgasm ended, and the tension left my body. Jason groaned and withdrew. His cock slid from the warm sheath of my pussy while still hard it looked enraged that it had been denied its release. My feet found the floor once more and Jason breathed raggedly for a few moments until he caught his breath. 

"Go dry off," he said. 

"You don't want me to wash you?" I asked. 

Jason smiled haggardly. "If you wash me right now I'll cum in about two seconds," he replied candidly.

"Alright." I was oddly disappointed. I wanted to return the intimate favour he had paid me. 

I stepped out of shower and he shut the curtain behind me. I grabbed a towel shakily and began to dry off. I could hear water streaming from Jason's body to the floor of the tub, and ricocheting off his body before impacting the tile wall and shower curtain. I was still trying to get my hair reasonably dry with the towel when the water stopped and he stepped out.

"All clean," he said cheerfully. 

Jason's cock jutted out from his body, lewd in how large it was and seemingly larger because his pubic hair was laden with water and forming to his body. If he'd shaved that he would likely have another inch or so to work with. It bobbed in front of him as he grabbed the second towel I'd left for him on the bar and hurriedly dried off. 

"Let's head to bed," he told me. 

His hand rested on my bare shoulder, and I abandoned my hair drying to follow his gentle command. He led me to the bedroom and pushed me towards the bed. It was playful, but hard enough to make me sprawl out over the bed on my stomach. Jason climbed in behind me and flipped me onto my back. He slid between my parted legs and kissed me. 

"Listen," I said. At that moment it seemed important that he understood. "About last time... When I woke up I was overwhelmed and –"

Jason stopped me. "Clara, it doesn't matter. You wanted to leave so you did."

"But I should have said something," I argued. 

"The entire point of this is that it's freeing," Jason replied. "You stay or go if you want to, just like I do. There may be Fridays where I'm not up for it or you're not. You don't need to feel guilty for leaving a situation you weren't comfortable with."

I nodded and let him kiss me. The talking was the hard part of this. The thinking was what made it difficult. If I thought too much about it I suddenly had doubts, but thinking is sort of what I do. It's my thing. I spend a lot of time in my own head fretting over things, which is why I doubted I would be suited for the arrangement Jason had outlined to me. It was easiest when I just let go, but it was hard for me to relinquish that control.

Until his cock bullied its way past my opening. 

That put things in perspective, and suddenly all control went to him. I think he realized I wasn't ready to take much initiative. I had kissed him, yes, but he had taken the kiss and driven it to all out sex in his kitchen. I liked that he did that, it was easier to be acted upon rather than be the actor. To grant him access to my body and plunder pleasure from it freely. He was a benevolent bandit however, and made sure I felt an excess of pleasure myself.

Jason was fucking me slowly. He made me really feel every inch of his hard shaft sliding past the lips of my pussy and then pushing back into the depths of my body until he was knocking at the entrance to my womb. I couldn't remain still while he fucked me, my hips began to move back against his and he smiled down at me as he held himself over me. 

"That's it," he said encouragingly. His hand went to my hip and he helped me find the rhythm he set. It was sort of like a very dirty form of dancing, except we were horizontal instead of vertical and I'd never felt like I was going to cum while dancing. His lips went to my throat and my hand slid into his hair. He hummed softly as my nails dragged along his scalp. His hair was damp from the shower, as was mine beneath me. 

My other hand was resting on his ass. It wasn't really doing anything there, just feeling the gentle tensing of his buttocks as he slowly, softly fucked me. After his ferocity in the kitchen and the shower I was surprised by his tenderness. One of his hands slid under my head while the other slid under me. It pressed against the small of my back, immediately above my tailbone, and I was carried with him as he rolled. 

Suddenly I was on top, which put me in the driver's seat. I had never been on top before, not with any guy. The confidence for it was nothing I had ever possessed. His hands grabbed my hips and he urged me to move, but I remained stubbornly still like a flighty mare fearful of crossing a raging river. I think he sensed my discomfort with the position, but kept me on top for a while as he ground his hips up against me and ran his hands along my back.

Jason squeezed my ass and slid a finger up along my crack. I stiffened and my buttocks clamped tightly together when it pressed against my anus.

"No," I said. 

Jason withdrew the finger. "Sorry," he said. 

My heart was racing, but I didn't have time to think about what had just transpired. Jason's hands gripped me by the waist and we rolled back to our original position. I feared that I was disappointing him when he withdrew from me, but that was just to flip me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass upward. I had been taken doggy style a few times, and had enjoyed it more than I cared to admit. 

I felt him moving behind me and turned to watch him, but he grabbed my hair and kept me looking forward. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and steered it to my entrance. He slid into me, much more easily than he had ever before, and I gasped when I felt the tip of his cock tap my cervix. He heard the discomfort in my tone and adjusted his angle for when he thrust into me next. That time it was all pleasure.

Jason held me with one hand wound around my hair and pressed against the base of my neck, and the other gripping my hip as he thrust into me. My upper body was pressed against the bed, my firm breasts flattened against the mattress. It made me feel so dirty to be fucked this way. The sensation of his body hitting my ass, the depth of the penetration and his commanding hold on my hair had my heart racing beneath my squashed breast.

"Fuck me harder." It was like another person was saying the words. It was like I wasn't even in my own body anymore. It was just like last time when I had truly let go.

Jason's hips began to slap into me and my body trembled from the force of his thrusts. My forehead pressed against the bed sheet and the strands of hair not balled up in Jason's hand shrouded my face. I came like that, face veiled and face pushed against the mattress. My cry was muffled by the comforter and though my body tensed up Jason kept going. I think he was too far gone to stop now, he had held back already and was unable to bring himself to do so again.

It was oddly exhilarating to inspire such lust in another person. It was flattering in a strange way that he was out of control with desire for me. It was empowering to so completely consume another person. Jason's hand pulled back on my hair and I rose to all fours just in time to bellow the arrival of my second climax. My pussy's nectar flowed from me and dribbled to the sheet beneath me as Jason's balls continued to slap against me. 

I was still climaxing when, through gritted teeth, I growled: "Harder!"

Jason released my hair and it stayed in loose, damp nest at my shoulder blades as he grabbed my hips with both hands and began taking me with everything he had. My jaw clenched so hard the tendons in my neck were straining, and I locked my arms tight as another orgasmic wave crashed over me. I had never been fucked like that before, fucked like I was the only woman who ever had existed or would ever exist again. I had never been fucked like my body was the sole source of all pleasure in the entirety of the universe, and that there was only one opportunity to tap into it. 

I came and I came. I don't know how many times, but my body never stopped shaking after the third one. It all bled into itself until my mind and body were utterly saturated. It was the most exhilarating, exhausting and exquisite thing I had ever experienced before. I felt like I was high, only drugs could never properly simulate the intensity of what I was currently feeling. It was too real to be artificially induced.

Eventually my arms gave out and Jason made me lay flat against the mattress. The palm of one of his hands pressed flat against my tailbone while the other pushed down on my shoulder. His thrusts slowed but became longer and more powerful. A violent groan escaped him and at last he sank his manhood deep inside of me and released the burden he carried. I had never heard a more relieved sound come from another human being.

I felt his cum flooding me. Presumably two weeks had passed since he had last ejaculated, assuming he didn't masturbate, and he was draining all that he had stored up in that time. My pussy convulsed weakly around him as he came, quivering tiredly after the violence of its vice like gripping before. I lay there on my stomach and felt him fill my body with his seed, taking great pleasure in the sensation of his hot cum pooling deep inside my exhausted vagina.

When he had finished, Jason slumped over top of me. His warm body sandwiched mine between it and the mattress. He grabbed my hip and pulled me as he rolled onto his side. His breath was still returning to him as he pulled me into the spooning position, but his lips went straight to my shoulder. 

"That was incredible," he told me breathlessly. 

"I came so much," I said dazedly, immediately regretting the foolish words as soon as I had spoken them.

Jason laughed. "So did I," he replied. 

In the euphoria his quip made me laugh a lot harder than it probably should have. We laughed together before settling into a comfortable silence with his softened member pressed up against my ass. Eventually the silence was interrupted by the low, lumbering sounds of Jason sleeping behind me. It was not quite snoring, but it was deeply relaxed breathing that approached it. I found it very soothing, especially as my thoughts turned back to Chad at the gym earlier that night. 

My instinct told me he was dangerous, and that he would not like being stood up. That made me nervous about going to the gym on Sunday. I usually take Saturdays off from working out to catch up on homework, do chores and make the sleep I invariably missed during the week. At the moment I felt perfectly safe, safe in a way that's difficult to describe. Jason felt entirely immovable behind me, and utterly devoted to sheltering me even in sleep.

But he wouldn't be there Sunday night, and if Chad was there I don't know what I would do. Obviously I didn't think he would attack me in public, but what about when I was walking to the bus stop? Perhaps it was paranoid but I was as scared of Chad as I felt safe with Jason. For the time being, however, I knew Chad was no threat. No one was any threat, and so I fell asleep with the knowledge that I was completely safe with Jason.





Born From Silence Ch. 03



Hi Everyone! 

Wow, first of all thank you all so much for your very kind feedback on the last chapter. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to continue the series. All I can say is I got busy and that life sometimes takes over. But I'm back and I should be able to finish this series before too long. 

For those of you who haven't guessed already, this is the continuation of my Born From Silence series. Check my profile to find a link to the first two chapters. 

I hope this third chapter was worth the wait! 

Kisses, 

Cyth 

*** 

Chapter 3 

I stood in the kitchen, feeling furtive. 

"Why not?" Alice asked. 

She had just invited me to a Halloween party set to take place Friday evening, and I had refused. 

"I need to go to the gym," I said. 

I need to meet with Jason. 

It had been three days since I had had my last sex fix, and I was not giving up my weekly dosage owed to me on Friday. 

"Oh come on!" Alice exclaimed. "It's a party; people will be there. Boys will be there. You can bring whoever you've been seeing, if you want." 

I frowned. "I'm not -" 

Alice cut me off. "Right," she said with a truly impressive eye-roll. "You're not seeing anyone." 

She knew it was a lie and I knew it was a lie, but she had given up on trying to get me to divulge the identity of my mystery man. 

"Everyone's going to be there," she told me. "Everyone," she repeated, to make it clear. 

I shrugged. "Okay, maybe," I offered to keep the peace. 

Alice's face lit up in a brilliant smile. "Perfect! We need to get you a costume," she said. 

"Hold on, I didn't say..." 

Alice walked out of the kitchen. "Don't worry about it; I'll get you something when I go tonight for mine. I know your size!" she called, as she stepped into her bedroom. 

I stood in the kitchen bemused, before simply letting her go do what she was going to while I left for school. Alice's parents were absurdly wealthy, and, to her, buying me a costume that I might or might not wear was a good use of their money. I could tell her not to, but she would do it anyway. I had learned not to fight it. 

The week had gone by with agonizing slowness, and was going to continue to crawl by. Time seems to slow when you are looking forward to something. I was utterly consumed by what Jason and I had been doing. The secrecy, the freedom and yes, of course, the sex. I kept hoping I'd see him unexpectedly at the gym, but, though I knew he must be a regular visitor of the facility, he and I never crossed paths, except for Friday nights. 

It was likely unhealthy how much I thought about him, especially since our relationship was meant to be non-consuming and casual. It was meant to be disposable, cheap and dirty. It was meant to satisfy the physical needs we both had, but keep us clear of the potential emotional pitfalls associated with having a relationship. But I couldn't stop thinking about Jason, and not just for the obvious reasons. Beyond sex, I wondered what he was like at work and with other people. Did he flirt with a cute co-worker? Who did he share his lunch break with? What did he do to relax outside of working out and... well, me? 

All those questions floated around my head during my classes, while doing homework, and riding the bus. When I was working out or attempting to sleep, my thoughts turned elsewhere, to his body and what it could do to mine. In retrospect, I think you could say that was when I started to fall in love with him. At the time, it felt like a natural curiosity. Of course I should wonder what my mysterious friend with benefits was like when he wasn't with me. 

I wonder if he thought about me as much as I did about him. 

*** 

I have a thing for routine. I'm a creature of habit. In some ways it's a problem, particularly because I become agitated when things don't follow the plan I set. So, when Jason failed to show up at the gym on Friday night, I was predictably peeved. 

Where the fuck is he? I asked myself. 

As the evening wore on, I grew more desperate for him to show up, and I walked around the gym a lot just to make sure I hadn't missed him, or that he hadn't been obscured from my line of sight by a piece of equipment. When I became certain that he had not arrived, I became frustrated, and, as time wore on, I was filled with a petulant anger. I continued to work out well past the time I normally would have, just in case Jason was running late. 

Eventually I gave up and admitted to myself that he was not coming. I wished that I had gotten his number so I could send him a text message asking what the hell was going on. Instead, I was forced to go to the locker room wondering where he was, if not at the gym waiting to take me to his apartment. Instead, I was forced to stand under the spray of the shower, squeezing my right breast with my hand when his large hand should have been crushing it. It was my fingers buried inside my pussy, instead of his cock. 

I fingered myself in frustration, and pinched my nipple. It had started out as washing but had turned into masturbation as I fumed over Jason's absence. My fingers sawed in and out of me, and I tugged on my swollen nipple. Water plastered my hair to my face and beat against my brow as it was propelled out from the showerhead above me. My own ministrations did nothing to ease the rising sense of frustration inside of me. 

The sense of denial and rejection remained, no matter how I tried to replicate his touch with my own hands. The arrival of two chatting women made me cease my ineffective attempts to bring myself to climax, and I finished my shower. I dried my hair and got dressed in my street clothes. A short bus ride later and I was back at my apartment. I found a red, plastic bag on the counter with a note from Alice attached to it. 

The note read: 

Here's your costume! Wear your black leather boots with it. 

Alice then went on to give me details about the location of the party, and instructions to text her if I wasn't planning on attending. I pulled my phone out to do just that, but then stopped myself. Jason was probably there. He was friends with Alice's boyfriend, and she'd insisted that 'everyone' would be there. I set my phone down on the counter and reached into the bag Alice had left for me. 

Everyone. Alice had said. 

Idiot, I thought to myself. Of course, Jason would be at the party, and, of course, he would have assumed I was going to be at the party. Alice was basically my only friend outside of school. Where else would I be on Halloween, if not at her party? Hope filled me, and suddenly the cheap feeling disappeared. I reached into the red bag with some trepidation to take a look at the costume my roommate had bought for me. 

What I pulled out was: a red crop top, red skirt, black fishnet stockings, a pair of Devil's horns, and a black mask with shiny red ornamentation. 

Oh my God! 

My heart sank. I couldn't wear that! What the hell had Alice been thinking? The skirt looked like it would stop at about the middle of my thigh, and the crop top was made mostly of a mesh-like material that was see-through except where the built-in bra cups were. Despite my initial response, I went to my bedroom to try it on. It was a ludicrous outfit, far from the princess and orc costumes my grandmother had sewn for me as a child. (Let's just say I went through an interesting phase when the Lord of the Rings movies started coming out.) 

The built-in bra of the top squeezed my breasts together and pushed them upward, making the most out of my modest bosoms. The top ended just under my bust, leaving my stomach entirely exposed. The low-rise skirt ended an uncomfortable number of inches above my knee, and the elasticized top of the thigh-high fishnets was quite visible if I tried to walk at all. I put on the boots Alice had recommended. They were made of black leather, had a provocative high heel, and went up to just below my knee. 

I looked ridiculous, especially when I put on the devil horns. When had this sort of attire become the standard for female Halloween costumes? Why not just wear lingerie and be done with it? I put the mask on, and, for some reason, that made things better. It obscured half of my face, enough to make it difficult to tell who I was. It was enough that I felt semi-detached from my own reflection in the mirror, which made me half-understand what Alice had had in mind when she had bought the costume for me. 

Then I thought about what Jason would think when he saw me in it. 

That was enough to prompt me to apply makeup. After I applied my foundation, I used a bit of blush. Then I got to work on my eyes. I used dark eye-shadow, far more than I normally would, to black out my eyes and make them blend better with the eyeholes of the mask. I then applied my eyeliner and mascara. To top it all off I applied some dark red lipstick. After I put the mask back on, I could hardly recognize myself in the mirror. 

I looked at my reflection, thinking: Are you seriously considering this? Then I left my room, put on my long fall jacket, and left the apartment. I attracted eyes while riding the bus. I half-considered putting the mask back on for the duration of the ride, but decided that I'd prefer to be leered at than be considered eccentric. Seats were available, but I remained standing. My jacket covered me up top, so I think it was the fishnet stockings and the knee-length hooker boots that invited the looks I was receiving. 

I took the bus to the street the house party was on, and walked down the sidewalk until I came to the address Alice had given me. A deep, heavy pulse came from within the house, courtesy of the blaring music it contained. I could hear cheerful voices coming from the back yard as I walked up the driveway, and had to hammer on the door before someone came to answer. It was one of Alice's friends, Tom. 

"Hey!" he said cheerfully. He wore a mask, but it was one that just went around his eyes. I think he was meant to be the Green Hornet. 

"Uh, hi," I replied uncomfortably. He was staring at me from behind his mask, apparently not realizing that, although his face was obstructed, his eyes were quite easy to follow. They focused on my legs, which had grown chilled in the cool October air. 

"Can I come in?" I asked. 

Tom blinked, nodded, and stepped aside sheepishly. "Sorry, you must be freezing." 

The blaring music engulfed me as I stepped across the threshold into the house. I smelled smoke, the kind that Mr. Toke (his real last name was Ian Tokenski) always smelled of in high school. I felt a moment of intense anxiety as my senses were battered by the sights, sounds and smells of the party, which nearly overwhelmed me. 

"You should have your mask on," Tom said from behind me. 

I had forgotten he was there, and jumped at his words, but then realized that everyone at the party was wearing masks. I got the idea that the party was meant to have a 'secret identity' theme. There were a lot of what I guessed were Clark Kents and Bruce Waynes. Most of the girls wore outfits like mine, with some sort of animal ears or other accessory that prevented the costume from falling strictly into the category of lingerie. They also wore masks, like the one Alice had provided for me. 

I put it on, adjusting my hair so that none got trapped behind it. Somehow, just having the mask on helped me relax. It gave me the courage to take off the jacket I wore, thereby exposing myself to fresh gawking from Tom. He's not a bad guy, really, so I don't want to give the impression that he was a perv, but, after having previously met me a half-dozen times, this was the first time he had seen me in something other than a pair of jeans and a hoodie. So I guess it made an impression, or at least made him reassess his existing opinion of my attractiveness. 

"Where's Alice?" I asked. I had to shout to be heard over the music, which I disliked. 

"Uh..." was all I got from Tom. 

"I'm going to go find her," I replied when he failed to prove helpful. 

Tom looked disappointed. "Okay," he replied. 

Normally, his obvious drooling would have annoyed me, but with the mask on I felt slightly detached from everything, just as I had back in the apartment when I had been studying my reflection. Instead, it was slightly thrilling to know I was being viewed as desirable. As I walked away I was very aware of his eyes on my ass, and I shocked myself by putting a little bit of extra swing to my hips for his benefitddd before I disappeared into the crowd. 

I waded through a haze of pot smoke and perfume as I navigated through the people, in search of a refreshment table. I had sent Alice a text message before I had left the apartment letting her know I was on my way, and had expected to find her waiting for me at the door. I found the refreshments; they were laid out on the counter in the kitchen, and I decided to wait near them until she invariably turned up, looking for another drink. 

I sipped on a cooler while I waited, smiling pleasantly at the other party attendees as they came to procure beer and other intoxicating beverages, but eventually became discouraged and impatient. I decided to go look for Alice more actively, but not before I grabbed a cup of punch to drink. It tasted sickly sweet, and I shuddered to think of the amount of calories I was drinking. But, after my intense workout at the gym, I was thirsty and probably at a calorie deficit for the day. 

I left the kitchen and went into the living room. A hoard of people were dancing there, and I had to invade their space to get through. The pot smell was stronger here, and the music was louder. I had to hold my cup of punch carefully to avoid spilling it, and eventually I reached the far wall of the room. There were some other singles, guys mostly, along the wall, peering into the mob of gyrating couples, longing to join them. 

I still hadn't found Alice. With the text message I had sent her, I figured that she must be looking for me, but then I realized that she had probably left her phone in her jacket like I had. I scanned the crowd for a tall, curvaceous blonde, but none fit the bill and there was smoke in the air. My drink rapidly emptied and I was starting to feel a buzz. I had no idea how much alcohol had been in that punch, but, given the way my face warmed and the slight unsteadiness I felt, I thought it must have been quite a lot. 

I started to feel anxious again. I caught guys stealing glances at me, and, even with the mask on, I started feeling self-conscious. I scanned the crowd of dancers once more before deciding to adjust my vantage point. I edged along the wall, past the other onlookers leaning against it, until I reached the wall that ran perpendicular to it. I stared into the crowd, half expecting that this new position would suddenly make Alice appear, but I didn't see her. 

The wall I was at now had more people leaning against it. People bumped into me, their apologies muted by the blaring music. I just nodded to them, and stared fixedly into the crowd, trying to spot Alice. Occasionally, a guy would glance my way and then seem to have his eyes get stuck on me. It made me feel self-conscious, which would turn into embarrassment when his partner would notice him gaping and get upset. 

I became increasingly conscious of the fact that I was by myself, dressed in a manner that attracted a specific sort of attention. I looked for Alice, but had no luck. It would have been easier if everyone had not been wearing masks, but, as it was, every blonde girl seemed to be a suspect. So I stared at each in turn, but decided after inspection that their bodies were not quite the same as Alice's. 

I was beginning to become distressed and frightened when I felt a hand grab my ass. I whirled around, my own hand poised to strike the groper across the face, but stopped when I saw the smile. 

"You?" I shouted incredulously. My hand dropped to my side, but it balled into an angry fist anyway. 

Jason's smile was visible below a bandit mask. I think his costume was meant to be Zorro. Without saying a word, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the crowd of dancers. I followed him, not sure of what he had in mind, until he stopped deep in the heart of the mob. He pulled me close to him and brought his mouth close to my ear. 

"I've been looking all over for you," he told me. He needed to shout to be heard over the music. His hands went around my waist, and he guided me into a swaying sort of dance. I put my hands on his shoulders, mimicking what I saw other girls doing with their partners. I was surprised by how free his was being with his affection. Normally we met at his car so as to not be seen by others; our whole relationship was meant to be discrete. 

"I was at the gym," I replied. 

Jason laughed, which tipped me off to the fact that he was rather drunk and explained in part his behaviour. "Of course you would be!" 

The conversation momentarily halted at that point because his hands slid down to my hips and he stepped closer to me. He held onto my hips, which were bare between the crop top and skirt, and led me through a bump and grind. The dance itself was easy; 'just twist your hip and do the dip' as the song said. I mirrored Jason's movements, while a powerful memory of him lifting me up onto his kitchen counter flashed through my mind. 

Jason's eyes shone with drunken excitement as he came in close, our lips nearly touching. It was all so public, but our identities were protected by our costumes and the fact that, for the most part, everyone was fixated on his or her own partner. He removed one hand from my hip, and pressed it against the back of my neck. 

"I'm glad you showed up," he said with a drunken grin. 

The press of bodies around us was claustrophobic, and pushed the two of us closer together. The combined body heat of all the dancers - all of that warm flesh surrounding us - made beads of sweat form at my temples and slide down the side of my face. I was unsure of how to respond to what Jason had said, so I just continued dancing. I was staring into Jason's smouldering green eyes, and found myself transfixed by the lust in them. 

I think he wanted me at that moment, and didn't care at all if anyone else knew about it. He had never been so open in public about his desire for me, and it turned me on immensely. Our identities were protected by our masks, of course; but the disguise only worked so well. Alice would surely recognize me, and Jason undoubtedly had a number of friends there who would be able to pick him out of the crowd as well. 

I ignored the potential threat to our anonymity and matched his sensual swaying. As his hips rocked and dipped, mine did as well. He was leading me through the dance, just as he led our sexual encounters. 

Not all of them. I reminded myself, thinking of the last time we had been together. 

Remembering that emboldened me, like wearing the costume had. It had been a suppressed part of me, encouraged by circumstance to manifest itself. 

The fronts of our bodies scraped against each other, my breasts pushing into his chest and my bare stomach pressing flat against his. The song switched at some point. I wasn't really listening to it very carefully after a while; I was just moving as the beat dictated. I turned in his grasp at the next song change, emboldened by the anonymity the mask provided and the alcohol in my system. I reached back and linked one hand around the back of his neck, while resting the other on the front of his thigh, as I began to dance facing away from him. 




Born From Silence



"The last time we talked it you said you hate the back and forth of dating," Jason said. 

"I did?" I asked. Honestly, I had been quite drunk at the time and very hopeful of him asking me out but I did not remember saying that. It sounded like something I would say as a hint that I wanted a guy to cut the bullshit and ask me. 

Jason nodded. 

"I might have been drunk then," I said. 

Jason shrugged. "I thought it was a cool idea. 'Why do we constrain ourselves from getting what we really want from each other when being direct saves so much time?'" 

That really sounded like me. How big a fool had I made of myself that night? 

Another period of quiet passed between us. I tried to pretend to be watching the people in the street outside the window, but I think it was obvious that my mind was reeling. 

"So," he said. "What do you think?" 

"About what?" I asked evasively. 

He looked at me. "About us having sex." 

I felt my cheeks burn, a blush that spread down to my neck. 

"I think I need another beer," I said. 

He looked down at my empty glass. Foam clung to the sides of it but all the beer was gone. 

"Right," he said. "I'll be right back." 

Jason got up and I sat there, wondering whether I should flee or stay. Before I could make a decision he was back and I had another freshly drawn brew in front of me. 

"So you want to go out?" I asked after he had settled down in front of me. 

Jason hesitated. "Not exactly." 

"What exactly?" I asked. 

"Like I said," he explained, "I think we should have sex. Once a week, biweekly, however often you're comfortable with. But it'll just be sex." 

"How romantic," I replied sarcastically. 

"How liberating," he countered. 

I took a drink from my beer, probably drinking more quickly than I should have but if I was going to sit through this bizarre conversation I thought I had better have a buzz. Besides, I'm chattier after I've had a few. 

"How is it liberating?" I asked. 

"There's no pressure," he said. "We have sex, and if one of us doesn't want to we don't have to do it again. We can go at it for as long as we like, and not any further. We still have the freedom to have romance with other people, but we aren't denied the benefits sex has because we don't want the headache of a relationship." 

"Okay," I said, humoring him but also finding the idea increasingly intriguing at least in theory. Though that may have been something between my legs talking. "But why me?" 

"Why not you?" he replied. 

I laughed humorlessly. "I'm not exactly..." 

"What?" 

"I don't know... There's other girls who you could ask, other girls who would be a lot better for this," I said. 

"I find you attractive," he said. "You take care of yourself, and you're smart." 

I tried not to notice the way my heart jumped at his admission that he thought I was 'attractive'. 

"There's plenty of hot girls around," I said. "The bartender's cute, you could ask her." 

Jason frowned. "But I want it to be you." 

I laughed again. "But why? What makes me special?" 

"Honestly?" he asked. 

"That's what we're doing, isn't it? Cutting the bullshit?" I asked boldly. Yeah, I was definitely drinking too fast. 

"You're convenient," he replied. 

Well, I guess I'd asked. 

"I'm starting to see why there's usually a back and forth," I remarked a bit stiffly. 

"It's not a knock against you," Jason said. "It's just that it works perfectly. I work sixty hours a week, and you've got that insane school schedule. I don't have time for a girlfriend and I don't think you think you have time for a boyfriend either." 

"It's like we were made for each other," I said glibly. 

"No," he replied. "It's just logical." 

"I don't follow. We're both busy people, so we should be fuck buddies?" I asked sarcastically. 

I was starting to wish the silence between us had never been broken. It had been exciting then, and then I had been able to put on him whatever emotions I wanted him to be feeling for me. Desire yes, but not just lust. There had been more than that to me, a certain type of playfulness. 

"No," Jason said, I could hear the strain in his voice as he saw he was losing me fast. "I think that, since we're both attracted to each other and since we both have schedules that happen to line up on Friday nights, that we are well-positioned to develop a relationship that is sexual but not romantic." 

"Okay," I said. 

Then we were quiet for a while longer. We drank our beer in silence, Jason was driving so he stopped after one and I did not want to get any drunker so I stopped after my second. With my lack of drinking experience and low weight it was plenty. 

"When you said 'okay'..." Jason began to ask. 

"I meant I understood what you're thinking," I replied hurriedly. 

"Right," he said. 

Again we sat in silence while I stewed in my mingled shock, randiness and doubt. When I thought about it on a purely logical basis I could see some benefits to having a casual sexual relationship. For one thing it was clear. There was never any doubt that one of was using the other, because that was precisely what we would be doing. I wondered what removing the emotional baggage from sex would do to the act itself. 

In some ways the convenience factor was something that appealed to me. As he had said I have a brutal school schedule, and having guaranteed sex waiting for me at the end of the week without the need to go through the whole charade of flirting, testing the waters and wading through ambiguous conversations appealed to me. Maybe it made me cheap, but I had little desire for romance after the heartbreak I had already experienced. 

Another thing occurred to me that made me excited about the idea. The entire purpose of this was to get each other off, whereas in a relationship sex had always seemed like something that was expected of me. Mutual satisfaction was the objective of this kind of relationship, because if I was not satisfied by the sex then there was no point in my continuing with the arrangement. I simply walked away, which would be easy because I had no romantic feelings for Jason. 

The more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. Ultimately, it was his silence that won me over. He let me think through it myself, let me come to my own decision, let me talk myself into it. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. 

"So when would we start?" I asked him. 

"Tonight?" he suggested. 

Butterflies formed in my stomach. "Could I have a week to think about it?" I asked. 

Jason looked disappointed, but also relieved that it wasn't a 'no'. "Alright," he said. "If you want to do it, let your hair down before you leave for the locker room. I'll meet you at my car." 

I smiled and arched an eyebrow his way. "Should we have a code word too, mister spy-man." 

Jason grinned. "I just figure in case someone one of us knows happens to be there we might prefer to not be seen leaving together. I think being discreet is sort of key to this being successful." 

I nodded. "Alright," I said. "If I'm down my hair will be too." 

Jason and I shared a laugh, and then I had him drive me home. 





Born From Silence



Jason leaned forward and set his glass on the coffee table in front of the couch. He reached and grabbed my half-full glass from me, and set it next to his. He turned his attention back to me, and rested his hand over mine at my thigh. I had started rubbing my palm against my thigh again, but stopped when his large hand enveloped mine. I stared into his oddly pale eyes, they were exquisitely beautiful. He reached forward with his other hand and drew my bangs back. 

Jason's eyes grew larger as he drew nearer, the detail within the iris becoming clearer as his face approached mine. I shut my eyes and my heart thudded like a drum beneath my breast when his hand slid into my hair. He cupped the back of my head and our lips brushed against each other before connecting firmly. It began as a press, but slowly became more when his lips parted and mine mirrored his. 

Oh God, I thought to myself breathlessly. 

The tip of his tongue prodded at the small opening my parted lips offered, and I opened up more to let him slide inside. His tongue caressed the top of mine lightly, and his hand closed around my hair at the base of my neck, locking me into the kiss. I think I hummed against his mouth as I let my tongue be encouraged to play with his. He tilted his head, and we caught our breath quickly as our lips briefly became uncoupled. 

Jason kissed me deeply from the new angle. His mouth was sweet from the Rum and Coke, and his tongue was demanding. It pressed against mine, slid along the bottom row of my teeth, and caressed the sensitive underside of my tongue. My cheeks were growing hot, and slowly the butterflies in my stomach drifted away. They were replaced by a carnal heat, which had spread up from my pussy further below. 

Jason's hand slid off of mine, and I gasped when he brought it to the junction of my parted thighs. His mouth stayed over mine and kept me in the kiss as he started to rub my pussy through my jeans. My hand gripped his wrist, not to pull him away but just to feel like I still had some control over what was happening. His fingers rubbed my crotch, and my legs widened unconsciously to make it easier for him. 

I started to hunger for him again. Really, I had never stopped but the dull ache became sharp once again. He dragged his fingernails lightly along the nape of my neck which at first did very little but tickle, but after a while it was a major factor contributing to the way my hips were squirming against his hand between my legs. He tore his mouth off mine and brought it to my throat. He kissed upward slowly, and I felt his lips brush against my ear. 

I think he was gauging my reactions, and I think I was giving him plenty to work with. His lips closed down around my earlobe and I moaned softly. That was the first time a guy had ever done that to me, it was weird but sexy at the same time. Soon it stopped being weird at all, and I groaned when his teeth nibbled on it gently. 

"I'm glad you let your hair down," he said, his mouth less than an inch from my ear. 

A soft snort of laughter escaped me, and with that single remark I relaxed markedly. It was a small restoration of the playfulness I had felt during our silent flirtation era. He kissed my ear softly and then brought his mouth back down to my neck. My other hand had been simply gripping the couch cushion I was sitting on while we had been kissing, but now slid into his hair and drew his mouth against my neck. He kissed along my collar bone, or at least those parts my t-shirt did not cover. 

My clothes were starting to become a clear obstruction to real stimulation, which my body was beginning to demand. His teeth grazed against my clavicle before his mouth kissed my throat once more and then came up to kiss me. My fingers closed around his short hair, and his relaxed around mine. It went to my front and grasped the zipper of my sweater. He pulled it down and drew the two halves apart. 

Jason's hand left my pussy, which made me groan unhappily against his lips. I could feel him smiling at my wordless complaint while we kissed. He moved above me, and I turned as he steered me by the shoulders. I laid back on the couch lengthwise, and he crawled on top of me. His hand slid back into my hair which I liked, and his knee went up between my thighs which I also liked but not as much as I had his hand. 

That coveted hand went up under my t-shirt and over my stomach. My abdominals tensed beneath the skin as a small amount of nerves filled me once more. He kissed those away and traced the light definition of my abdominal muscles. His finger tip caught on my little navel, and toyed with it briefly which really turned me on for some reason. It was such an odd thing to excite me, but it sent a jolt right through my pussy. 

Jason's knee applied pressure to my crotch, and my hips rocked against him in an unconscious mime of what I wanted from him. His hand slid further up my t-shirt and over my breast. I groaned against his mouth as his hand covered the firm swell of flesh. It fit in his hand, only just filling it. He squeezed down on it and I moaned again, this time more loudly. His hand relaxed and then squeezed again, and again, massaging the whole thing with his big hand. 

I was unbearably wet and was squirming under him. He trapped my stiff, aching nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I cried out in pleasure when he pinched it, and he chose that moment to pull his mouth away from mine to leave me to struggle containing my vocalizations of pleasure without his help. His mouth returned to my throat and continued to massage my breast. His mouth drew close to my ear and his lips closed around my earlobe once more. 

Jason nibbled on it and pulled his hand away from my breast, both of which contributed to the sigh that left me. Why was he leaving my breast when I was so clearly liking what he was doing? Wasn't that, like, 'Getting Girls Off 101'? 

"Don't worry," he told me with amusement, "I'll come back to them later." 

I just hummed in response. I'm not really sure what I was trying to convey with the sound, but it just felt like the right sound to make at the time given that I did not trust myself to open my mouth to speak as his hand slid over my stomach once more. His hand slid out from under my t-shirt, and I felt him fussing with the button of my jeans. 

Oh that's why he left my breast. I realized. 

Jason's fingers got the button undone and he pulled the zipper down. He shifted his knee down and slid his hand into my panties. His mouth went over mine to swallow the moan that escaped me as he caressed my pubic mound lightly. He grew more confident at my positive response and pressed more firmly against the area normally covered by my pubic hair. He slid his fingers from the top of the slender line of pubic hair I had left all the way to the bottom. 

I was sure he was going for my clit, but he pulled back at just the last second in an act of infuriatingly effective teasing. Instead he continued to stroke the area, rubbing me with his fingers along the waxed surface of my pubic mound on either side of the landing strip. He kept altering his speed and intensity, always keeping me guessing and never becoming monotonous. Just as he was running out of repertoire for that area of my anatomy he surprised me again by sliding his hand further into my pants. 

My heart raced as his hand cupped my vulva and mound with a single hand. I felt the heat from my pussy radiating back against me, trapped by his hand. He pressed his palm into me, but otherwise kept still, apparently content to simply kiss me while cupping my hot, wet pussy. I squirmed against him, the wetness of my pussy smearing along his fingers. My body was becoming so hot and I was so desperate to be stimulated properly by him I nearly screamed in frustration when he brought his hand back up to my pubic mound. 

Please, I wanted to beg. He refused to go for my clit. He rubbed my pubic mound, and I gasped when suddenly I felt a pressure against the clit I had thought he was cruelly dodging. He pinched the flesh on either side of my clitoral stem, and rolled it between my fingers. A shuddering gasp left me, which he swallowed down with sordid glee. When he pinched my clit softly through the flesh of my pubic mound my eyes snapped open and I wrenched my mouth from his to cry out wantonly. 

I did not cum, but if he had chosen to stimulate my clit more directly then I probably would have. I was furious with him when he got close to doing just that, and lightly grazed the edge of my clitoral hood with his finger tip. The immediate danger of my orgasm dissipated, so he started caressing the hood of my clit directly. He was fingering me better than any guy had ever done before, perhaps better even than I could do myself. 

He certainly teased me more than I did myself. 

Jason seemed to take great pleasure in getting me excited. He liked taking me to the edge, but denying me the release he craved. Perhaps it was confidence, he knew he could make me cum whenever he wanted to and was going to wait until the precise moment he wanted me to do it. He made circular motions around my clit, before swiping a finger over and across it. I hissed in air, and my nails dug into his scalp as I held his mouth tightly to my throat. 

Jason pinched my clit lightly, which made my toes curl and made me bite down on my lower tip to stop from crying out again. He released it and then rolled my clitoral hood between my fingers. He had me breathing heavily and I was more than ready to be fucked, but he was more patient than any guy I had ever encountered. He kept up the stimulation of my clit, withholding my orgasm but keeping me highly aroused, until it became impossible without setting me off. 

His hand slid further into my jeans, and his fingers swept over the slick lips of my pussy. Jason kissed me again and slid his fingers along the outer lips of my pussy. His middle finger ran gently along my slit while the fingers on either side of it stroked my labia. I was ready to beg him to just put one inside, just so my pussy would have something to squeeze down on. He drew the slippery petals of my pussy apart, and rubbed his middle finger along the tender pink interior. 

"Please..." I gasped. 

"Please what?" he asked heatedly. 

"I need..." I breathed. 

Oh God, what did I need? 

Jason continued to torment me with his fingers, spreading me open and rubbing the tip of his middle finger around my entrance. He dipped that tip inside, just for a moment, and then withdrew. 

"Please..." I groaned again in a voice of pained arousal. 

Jason continued to circle my opening, prodding the entrance with his finger and withdrawing. I groaned as he slid his middle finger further inside and swept it around inside of me. My hips squirmed against his hand, which perhaps made his job more difficult but I was desperate at this point to feel something inside of me. He pushed more of his middle finger into my pussy, and I sighed at the sensation of being penetrated for the first time in six months. 

"God you're tight," he commented. 

I do not own a dildo or vibrator, and so rely on my fingers to masturbate. I rarely finger myself, usually I just rub my clit until I cum. Jason explored my tight pussy, and prodded the sensitive walls of my channel as he went. He drew his finger back and pressed another against my opening. His middle finger and its new companion pushed inside of me, stretching me with just those, and curled them upward. 

Oh God. 

My eyes bugged out when he found my G-spot, which had proven elusive to every other lover I had ever had. He felt my hips lurch when his fingers found their mark, and suddenly decided that he was done teasing me. He rubbed the sensitive spot directly. Aroused as I was it was not long before I was nearing an orgasm. His fingers pushed into me roughly, making my whole body move as he bottomed out inside of me. 

I felt it coming and braced myself. The sudden tension in my body must have betrayed how close I was, because Jason began to work his fingers into me with extra enthusiasm. I practically screamed as my orgasm crashed over me. My pussy squeezed around his fingers tightly, and held them captive inside my finger while my orgasm ran its course. It felt as though too great a load had been applied to electrical wires beneath the surface of my skin, and crackling electricity was coursing through my body.  

Jason kissed me while I was struggling to recapture my breath and was still dizzy. He withdrew and I was dazed as he pulled my jeans and panties down my legs. I had recovered by the time he was pushing my shirt up over my breasts. He lowered himself down between my parted thighs and gripped my breasts in either hand. His lips kissed down my stomach and along my hip bone. His tongue teased outward and brushed against my clit, making me hiss. 

I looked down with wide blue eyes while he looked back up at me from between my legs. Whereas he had taken time with his fingers, he wasted none with his mouth. His lips encompassed my entire vulva and he sucked on it like it were a delicious fruit. His tongue ran along the slit, and swirled it around my opening. I grabbed handfuls of his hair in either hand and pulled him tightly against my pussy. 

Jason's lips began to slide into a tighter 'O' shape which surrounded my clit. He sucked on it and flicked the tip of his tongue over the pebble-like bud. It was painfully swollen, but his soft, wet tongue felt good against it and he soon had me huffing heatedly. I had just had an orgasm but I could already feel another building inside of me. It was coming from somewhere else this time, however, this time the pressure was surrounding my clit. 

The tension grew and grew. Jason flicked his tongue over my clit, and squeezed my breasts roughly. He pinched the nipples, which made my spine curl. I spread my legs wide for him as he ate my incredibly wet pussy. His attention was mainly focused around my clit, but he did take little excursions further downward on occasion to visit the labia, opening, and even my taint. The last of those made me shudder pleasurably, which I am sure he was intrigued by. 

Jason brought his mouth back to my clit and sucked on it hard. He attacked it with his tongue, and before long I was cumming again. My thighs clamped down around his head and I pulled on his hair hard enough to hurt. I rocked my hips against him and bent my head back as I yowled blissfully. I shook all over, and squirmed on the couch in absolute surrender to the pleasure that coursed through my entire body. 

Jason's fingers pinched down hard on my stiff nipples as I came and his tongue stayed active on my clit until I relaxed my legs around him and pulled his mouth off of my with my hold on his hair. I gazed down at him with eyes shining lustfully and mouth agape. His lips and chin were glistening with my juices, which really appealed to me for some reason. I pulled up on his hair and he crawled up over me. 

We kissed, and I tasted my own pussy on his lips. It was a wicked thing to do but I relished it. I kissed him hungrily and his tongue no longer dominated mine in the same way it had earlier. He settled between my legs and we made out heatedly. His hands slid along my sides and over my ribcage. He squeezed my breasts while he kissed, before withdrawing and getting off the couch. He stood beside it and held his hand out to me. 

"Let's go to my bedroom," he said. 

I swallowed nervously but accepted his hand. I stepped around my jeans and panties, and followed him down the short hallway to his bedroom naked from the waist down. He stopped beside the bed and turned to face me. He reached forward and slid my open hoody over my shoulders. It fell behind me, and I stood still as he reached for the bottom of my t-shirt. I lifted my arms dutifully and he pulled my shirt up over my head, which left me naked standing in front of him. 

I watched his eyes surveying me, and bit on the inside of my lip self-consciously. He laid a hand on my shoulder and I looked up into his eyes. 

"You have nothing to be shy about," he told me. 

I smiled doubtfully and looked away demurely. 

"Here," he said. "Lay down." 

He steered me towards the bed and I laid on my back, sideways on the bed. He stepped back and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. His torso was lean and well-muscled, and his shoulders were quite broad. I watched him unfasten the belt to his jeans, and I drew in a breath of anticipation as he pulled his pants down. My eyes widened when he straightened and stood in front of me confidently with his half-hard member swaying in front of him. 

Jason held his arms out as though about to embrace an invisible figure in front of him. "There," he said. "Now you're not the only naked one." 

Jason did a turn in front of me to let me examine his back. I know he was trying to lighten the mood and make me comfortable, but at the moment I was attempting to work out how something as large as his cock fitting inside something as little as me. I did become slightly distracted from that little geometry problem when I saw his butt, which looked very squeeze-able. I am not ashamed to admit I have a thing for a man with a nice ass, and Jason had one that was nearly perfect. 

When my eyes finally unlatched themselves from his buttocks and looked a bit higher I found myself looking at a broad, muscular back that was wonderfully smooth looking. I noticed he had long legs, which contributed to his height. He turned back around with those legs and smiled at me charmingly as he climbed onto the bed with me. My heart was back to racing as his lips pressed against mine, and I felt the heavy press of his thick shaft against my pussy as he settled between my parted thighs. 

My arms wrapped around him and my hands pressed against his back. He kissed me, to reassure me I think. 

"Do I need a condom?" he asked me. His lips pressed against my bare shoulder, and my neck. 

"Do you have anything?" I asked nervously. 

"No," he replied. 

I paused. "I'm on birth control," I said. "You don't have to wear one if you don't want to." 

I had always preferred sex without a condom. I know it really shouldn't have, but it felt better to have a naked penis inside me. Something about my juices mixing with the guy's, and about the way we were brought together without any barriers. Perhaps it was reckless, and perhaps one day I would come to regret it. But all this was not very cautious or safe, which is what made it so exciting. 

"Okay," Jason said. 

He kissed me as he did and rocked his hips against me. I felt that he had grown fully hard while we had been kissing. He felt comically large as he slid along the slit of my small pussy, and I think he recognized the size problem. 

"I have lube if you want to use it," he suggested. 

I exhaled in relief. "That might be a good idea," I replied. 

While he pulled away to get the lube from a drawer in his night stand I repositioned myself on the bed so I was laying properly in it with my head resting on the pillows. I took the momentary reprieve to collect myself, and to try and not psyche myself out about what we were doing. I should mention that me being nervous about sex like this is not unusual. My last boyfriend had always told me I think too much while having sex, and that it was what made it difficult for me to enjoy. He told me I was too smart for sex. 

Needless to say, we didn't last very long. 

It isn't that I don't like sex. I do, a lot. I don't usually cum during it, but I like it for other reasons like feeling close to the person I'm with. It does feel good, but the few times I have reached orgasm during it had been because I had been really aggressive with my clit while the guy had been thrusting into me. The fact that Jason had already gotten me off twice was astonishing to me, but to him it seemed par for the course, which both worried and excited me.