3 comments/ 11689 views/ 1 favorites The Weekender Ch. 01 By: Originalribenababy My first submission - don't be too rough with me ;) setting the scene for more to come during The Weekender... ************************************************* Jess's face grimaced as she swallowed down more of the bitter liquor and set the glass down on the side of the bath tub. Muffled, bouncing bass permeated through the thin walls as she let the razor glide over her bronzed skin, before slowly dipping her toned limbs back into the water. She knew she was playing with fire. Michael would be sharing a chalet with her again this time and there was always an air of danger about the two of them together. He was the only guy she ever felt out of control with, but up to now she had kept herself safe. She had always been in some relationship or another before at weekenders, which made Michael the forbidden fruit - which made him all the more tempting and infuriating in the same breath. Ever since he had randomly wandered into her chalet with Andy, years ago at her first ever weekender, she had taken a liking to him. He seemed to sense it almost instantly and took advantage. Their eyes would meet and hold each other's stare a little too long, as a smirk slowly crept over his face knowing he would make her uncomfortable. His hands would roam a little further than they should when they would dance together, forcing Jess to physically remove him. When no one was watching he would close the gap between them leaving their lips almost touching, torturing her with his presence. What made him all the more wicked was he would make really good friends with Jess's boyfriends so they would just think it was a funny game to tease her. No one put any stock in the two of them actually liking each other, none of their friends and especially Jess. It was just a game they played. Putting in this much preparation for a night out always meant she was out for the kill, not just a fun night out. The girls back home had warned her she was getting a bad reputation. She had gone off the rails being single, so she had told them she would take a break from guys until the talk died down. She had actually become rather sick of how monotonous random encounters had become anyway. Wrapped in one of the rough white towels belonging to the beaten up holiday camp she stepped out of the bathroom into the lounge buzzing with sound. A girl, Lucy-fer she said her online name was, quickly topped her drink up. She was ready to go out already, wearing a tiny halter neck top and a short pink and black battery organic cyber skirt cut to show off the best of her perky firm arse. It looked like the drinks had taken some effect on her already making her movements more fluid and snakelike. Smiling widely, she lightly let her hands slide down Jess' arms until she held her by both hands and pulled slowly her towards the middle of the room to dance. A guy, Deano she thought she heard one of the other guys call him, was laid across the double sofa bed in the lounge watching them dance together. He was dressed quite casual in a black cyber dog t-shirt and combats, but then most of the guys went pretty casual. Two more guys were mixing records in the kitchenette, decks set out on the worktops - large speakers on the floor. Another girl was getting ready through the open door to the small bedroom, changing from one outfit to the next and back again. Jess smiled as she danced with her new found friend. The buzz from the music made her excited, and the warmth of the alcohol was already creeping through her. Lucy's body sensually wriggled in front of her in time to the storming bass, mesmerising Deano. "Thanks guys, but I've gotta go and get ready. I'll call round in the morning. Maybe see ya later, yeah?" Jess stepped out of the open front door and into her room next door. Mel was still in their bathroom so she had done the right thing asking next door for a favour! "Come on! I don't wanna miss the opening set" she yelled as she thumped on the flimsy bathroom door. Grabbing a bikini from her case in the bedroom Jess dropped her towel and began to pull the top on hurrying to look for her boots. A group of guys walking past the downstairs window stopped to ogle her, trying to get her attention through the glass. She simply flashed them a smile and the fingers and continued to get ready, as they laughed and carried on walking. She had no time to worry about drawing the curtains, they were already running late. Mel finally emerged, in a white bikini, tiny matching tutu and new fluffy leg warmers. One night out with Mel and white fluffies would never be the same again! They were both ready to go. The guys knew exactly where to find Jess in the arena. It was the same every weekender. Her spot. Front of the crowd on the right, next to the speaker. Plenty of room to stomp the night away, and she could feel the beat reverberate inside her rib cage from this spot. That exquisite vibration trickling through her body all night. It still caught her by surprise when arms wrapped their way around her waist and lips gently teased her ears. Her lips curled in a delicious grin as she guessed who it could be. "Alright gorgeous?" he growled into her ear in his cocky southern accent. She turned and flung her arms around his neck jumping into his arms as she recognised Michael's voice. "So we're in your room this weekend" he said, over the volume of the music, with a devilish grin. He set her down and turned her round again. The arena swelled with people as the headline DJs came out to 'officially' start the weekend. Michael's hands snaked across Jess's hips as she swayed gently waiting. Jess became nervous at his touch, stiffening slightly with baited anticipation. He simply pressed her slowly back encouraging her to relax, leaning into him. His bare chest was cool and slick as she melted into him. She bit her lower lip slightly enjoying the slight thrill, but hating herself for feeling like this so quickly. As usual he would try and push her limits, and his hands slowly crept higher pausing briefly at her toned waist before moving higher. He began tracing her nipples through her top as he waited for the moment when the beat would start again, relishing them start to get hard from his touch. She could feel his smile, even as she brought his hands back down. She wasn't going to let him get away with this stuff again that easy. After all, she was being the essence of purity this weekend. He should know by now she was no push over. She turned to him, almost annoyed that he was winding her up so soon in the weekend. The air was on fire with excitement from the crowd. Body heat filled the arena making every movement heightened with expectation. Michael's fingers make slow, deliberate movements over Jess' hip bones as his head bent to breathe in the scent of her skin. Jess stiffened again, feeling the electricity between them which only seemed to be increased because of her reluctance. The beat dropped, hard and dirty, and their contact ceased as bodies shook frantically to the rhythm around them. As Jess danced she glanced behind at Michael. His gaze followed her as he also moved with the music. There seemed something dangerous about that look, some darkness or wickedness behind his eyes. It was the thing that had always drawn Jess to him, but also held her back fearing to fully go where he would take her. Friends, old and new, came and went in the crowd as the hours went by. Michael had just disappeared at some point in the night, but it was not unusual. She was relieved in part to be left alone. Jess grabbed a drink and headed to a quiet spot for a breather. As she leaned against the wall, about to slide down it and sit on the floor, Michael caught her holding her in place by her shoulder and hip, breaking into her personal space. Jess gasped in a mixture of thrill and discomfort as he lowered his head to hers and rested their foreheads together. Those devilish green eyes looked straight into her as she held her breath, waiting. He left just enough gap for her body to begin to yearn to fill it, and Jess had to chastise herself for trying to bring their lips together as he spoke. "Having a good night?" he asked with a smirk, knowing the power he held over her. Her mouth had quickly dried so she struggled to answer. 'Pull it together Jess! Nothing has happened yet and you are acting like an idiot!' "Yeah" she finally managed. "How bout you?" she asked, beginning to sound much more confident now and genuinely curious about what he'd been up to. She decided she would bring him with her to the ground to sit, which he obliged with another smirk. "Alright" he replied, giving nothing away. He set his hand haphazardly on her bent up knees and Jess felt it again, that electricity which seemed to come from each touch. "Give us some of your water" he instructed. She pictured his hand stroking its way up the inside of her thighs, finding each sensitive spot and teasing it mercilessly, before urging her legs wider and reaching for her... "Jess! Water?" He repeated. She quickly snapped out of her daze and handed him the bottle. Jess found her eyes drawn to his toned chest as he drank, tracing his tattoo. Her gaze flowed downwards licking each one of his defined abs towards his belt. Her mouth watered, causing a subconscious slow lick of her lips, as she imagined what sort of feeling she would get slowly gliding a tongue over each firm muscle. Would her tongue get that tingly electric sensation tracing each ridge of his stomach? Could she make him squirm or would he stay in control, she wondered. Michael simply watched her stare at him and laughed aloud, knowingly, as her eyes seemed to cloud over with thought. "Where you at girl? You're losing it again" He expressed. She blushed as she was caught on zoning out, once again asking herself what she was doing! When she was at home she would always be the one in control of the situation. She played the game, the predator teasing her prey. He asked for the room keys, with a smile, which she un-clipped from the lanyard around her neck. Then he was gone again, not to be seen for the rest of the night. The Weekender Ch. 02 Recommend reading part 1 but I guess it could work on it's own - hope you enjoy ;) ************************************************* Six am came all too quickly and the arenas cleared out, like zombies edging out into the cold morning light. Jess' chalet door was open, with Andy and Lucy from next door together in the bedroom and Mel half awake on the sofa bed in the lounge. Michael was nowhere to be seen. "Alright? Have a good night? Didn't see much of ya" Jess said kicking her boots off and climbing under the covers with Mel. "Mmmm" Jess could see that was the height of conversation she would get from Mel till she had slept it off for a couple of hours, or powered through it, so she just decided to jump in the shower - thankful that their chalet had one! Jess let the warm water devour her skin as she stretched out her muscles. Music still played in her ears, finding a rhythm out of any sound. As her hands skimmed her body her mind wandered to Michael, and that hungry look he had given her earlier. The touch of his skin on hers. His lips so close she could almost taste him. She couldn't believe how turned on she was and he hadn't done anything to her yet. She needed a release. Her soaped up hands moulded to her figure lingering on the sensitive spots deliberately teasing out the tension. Cupping her breasts she drew her finger around her nipple smiling briefly at the sensation as they firmed to the touch. Her fingers slid across her stomach reaching lower. Lightly she brushed against her clit already sending tingles through her spine. She imagined how much better it would feel if it was Michael's hands -- the excitement of being taken by surprise as he would suddenly dip his fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She began to apply pressure and rub her fingers against her clit, making her lips curl into a smiling snarl and her breath quicken. Letting her fingers follow her imagination she began sliding them in and out of her slick opening, moaning softly as the need to go faster came over her. She didn't even hear door open to the bathroom, cheap locks never worked at the best of times. Her pace sped up and she switched back to rubbing her clit with urgency, close to cuming. All it took was for his dirty smile to crash through her mind at the last second and she was lost, leaning back against the wall as her legs weakened as her orgasm hit her hard. She threw her head back in a not so silent scream. "Oh fuck...me" she gasped, finally, as the waves subsided. "I wouldn't mind" she heard through the thin shower curtain, suddenly freaking out. "Fucking stupid locks -- you could tell someone was in here! What the fuck were you doing walking in for fu..." she started angrily sticking her head round the curtain and coming face to face with Michael stopping her in her tracks. "What are you doing here?!" she demanded, trying to sound as angry and least awkward as she could manage. "Might ask you the same" he replied with a full cocky smile across his face, putting her right back in her place. She wanted to yell at him, to tell him to get out. All she could muster behind her blushing cheeks was "just hand me a towel!" He obliged and left the bathroom, grinning broadly, leaving Jess feeling only slightly mortified. Jess appeared shortly after, knowing she would be teased mercilessly by her room mates for this, and got dressed underneath her towel into a pair of combats and her weekender t-shirt. Mel was asleep and Michael was under the covers next to her watching Jess with an amused grin, looking positively smug. "I'm going next door" Jess said, "you coming?" She asked Michael. "Looks like Mel and Andy are out of commission for a little while" She said trying to change the subject as much as possible. He simply got up to join her. "Alright" Jess shouted through the entrance next door over the music. "Aye, howay in" one of the lads shouted from the decks. Deano and Lisa, the girl who had been getting ready the night before, were sleeping on the sofa bed in amidst the music coming from the decks. The other lads, working on the decks, hadn't stopped since they got in that morning so they grabbed a drink from them and got back into the swing of things. Michael acted like nothing had happened. Jess was beginning to get scared, just waiting for the moment when he would turn round and tease her relentlessly about it as he would have done in the past. The longer it went on the worse it was going to get. He just kept grinning over at her. As she was walking past him towards the bathroom he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. She stopped sharply and her skin went cold at the surprise. Bending his head down he whispered into her ear "thinking about me in the shower, were ya? Her face reddened once more but she couldn't help but squirm inside as she felt his warm breath tickle her ear, winding her up all over again. "Maybe next time I'll help" he breathed and released her hand, drawing away from her leaving her standing, shocked. The Weekender Ch. 03 Still a little taken aback by his statement that morning, Jess had kept her distance from Michael. His unpredictability frightened her a little. Was he even being unpredictable? Surely his past behaviour would teach her to expect this sort of thing? She had spent the rest of their time next door with the Geordie guys on the decks - Weeksy and Jamer - trying not to catch Michael's eye as they continued drinking. Jess finally left their chalet and went next door to her own, checking who was awake. Mel was still asleep on the sofa bed, and Andy and Lucy had joined her in the front room, watching tv from below the covers. Jess stepped into the bedroom to change her top, the one she was wearing just felt dirty. She slipped into a green backless t-shirt, pulled from her case on the floor. The sensation of the material sliding over her perky tits caused her nipples to harden. "Fancy coming out to the pub?" she asked sticking her head out of the bedroom door. "Na" Andy and Lucy just about managed to answer, their energy still lagging from last night. "I'm in" she heard Michael say from the open front door. "Be ready in a sec". Great. The guy she wanted to put a bit of distance between was the only one willing to go out. She couldn't back out now. It would be too obvious! Her eyes flicked to his toned, tanned stomach as he pulled on a new shirt. He put a hat on over his shaved head and turned ready to leave. It was the same hat she teased him about every weekender, and tried to steal off him. They walked across the grass together in silence. Music drifted from open chalet doorways here and there but most of the thin curtains were now drawn. Spotting an empty booth in the pub they sat down and Jess began to relax a little as the music kicked from the speakers. "Drink?" Michael asked. "Yeah, please" Jess replied "surprise me". She even managed a smile with the last words. He closed the gap between them, bringing his face in close to hers "Think I can manage that" He leaned in even closer. She held her breath, her mouth suddenly wet and eager. Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to kiss her? She then did something she would regret - she couldn't help it. With their lips almost touching, looking into his dark green eyes, she let out a small moan. He pulled away, and with an arrogant smile, and set off to the bar. He came back with a handful of drinks - maybe just to clear the air and make her feel a bit more comfortable, who could tell. As they got ploughed into the shots Jess forgot her awkwardness and they were soon up and dancing together again. Michael just watched from behind as Jess rocked her hips to the beat. The dark combats she was wearing hugged her ass perfectly and were slung low down. Her back was visible through the open top, and her spine slithered in a sensual 'S' shape, undulating back and forth as she danced. He could feel his blood heat and his cock stiffen beneath his jeans. He knew he would have her - it just turned him on to draw out the torture and teasing as long as he could. "I need more money" she turned and said to him "I'll have to go back a second, ok?" He just nodded. She took a short cut, through the chill out zone, rather than take the long way round outside. It wasn't used most of the day and it was just easier. Halfway across the empty arcade she was grabbed from behind and pulled, quickly, behind the curtain against the wall. A second of shock disappeared, replaced with the desire to scream. A hand covered her mouth roughly before she made a sound. She was pinned firmly by the hips face first to the wall. Her cheek pressed tightly against the cool, damp surface. "Make a sound and there will be consequences" a rough but controlled voice growled as she squeaked behind his hand. Her brown eyes were filled with fear. "Understand?" She almost didn't recognise him. She nodded her head frantically. His hand dropped from her mouth, catching her around the throat firmly. "Sure?" he asked, giving her neck a little shake to hit the message home. She just nodded once more, wondering how she would get out of this. His hand released and his lips and teeth made their way to her neck instead. Her stiff, frightened frame couldn't help but react to the teasing sensation, light bites of her skin combined with the massaging pull of masculine lips. He then took a more adventurous, rough bite making her gasp. She didn't dare breathe as his hand inched down her back, then slipped into the side of her top reaching around to find one of her firm tits. "Mmm. Your nice hard nipples waiting for me, were they?" he breathed into her ear, teasing the lobe with his tongue as he spoke. Tugging roughly on her sensitive nipples made her whimper. "Thought I told you to stay quiet girl?" he barked, and used one of his feet to kick her legs wider apart. The hand from her top swept down to take a tight hold or her ass. Jess wanted to say something. Stop. Please. Don't. I don't want to. But she said nothing. Part of her was frightened at what was going to happen - but another side of her was enjoying losing control. No guy had made her lose control before. She was always so dominant, and most guys just let her get on with it. There was never any challenge. Her body ached to be used this way, by the right someone. The hand reached between her legs, bringing heat with it. She drew a sharp breath, shuddering as his hand found her clit, and began to rub back and forth from behind. "You're mine Jess - I'm going to have you this weekend. I'm gonna throw you to your knees and make you choke on my cock. You're gonna do what I tell you girl." he whispered arrogantly into her ear. His hand moved faster, the movements more violent. Jess couldn't stay quiet as she felt the tension build inside her. "You want it. Cum for me gorgeous" she hated him calling her that - like he could have been talking to any girl, but, as if on command, she came apart. It was like her insides were screaming to escape and her blood was boiling. Her body convulsed, grinding back against him, feeling his hard cock against her for the first time but she was too lost to pay real attention. As she stood motionless he spoke. "And Jess, I am gonna make sure you are begging to be owned by the time I'm ready for you. I promise." The hand left her damp combats and she wobbled slightly as his support disappeared, leaving her all alone.