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A Difference in Politics Ch. 01

By: secret_liyah



Author's note:

This story may seem a little slow to those who are accustomed to love making up front, but if you are patient and seep past the first few pages you'll learn that this story holds more than fucking, but of a grown passion from two of the most unlikely people. I have tried to make these two characters believable and more than one-dimensional fillers, and it is my hope that they are multidimensional characters that have feelings and thoughts that everyday victims of lust have. I hope, but I do fear my hope is naive, that people will embrace my story and disregard the fact that the two main characters share a different race and political ideology, which in my opinion is more important than race. Perhaps one day, when my writing improves I will be able to spin this short tale into a full-length novel, and truly allow the characters to come to life, I look forward to your comments.

Ryan was twenty-two years old and in his final year at the university, which of course he was thankful for. There would be no fifth year for him, Ryan made sure of that. How disgraceful would it be for him to be a fifth year student? Surely, not Ryan who had always been a model student, never the geek, but always the model student because that was the way that Ryan was raised to be, and at six feet two a hundred and eighty pounds Ryan was your typical all American boy. He had grey eyes and thick straight coal black hair that fell into his eyes. Many girls considered him extremely handsome, and Ryan himself knew he was good-looking, and used it as an advantaged.

"And what do you think about gun control and the Second Amendment, Lauren?" asked the beady-eyed professor who was pacing the half-empty classroom.

Ryan already knew what she was going to say because he knew what all girls, or people for that matter, like her would say. He had heard Lauren argue cases plenty times to know that she would always take the liberal platform, and frankly he was sick of all the liberal bias propaganda that he constantly heard from all the liberal pukes that seemed to know nothing different from what Hillary and the Dixie Chicks told them.

Through his own political isolation, Ryan had developed a sort of game where he would try, almost successfully, to pinpoint what a person would say and how they would argue their weak case. This was just another stupid girl with more opinions than needed, and Ryan figured that she would probably start her sentence by saying guns were bad, and often he guessed the correct response because he had a knack for seeing people past their surface.

Take for instance the Goth girl seated next to him on the right. She was heavy set, with dyed greasy black hair and dirty blonde roots. According to her fat pig-like chin that resembled a pink rubber tire, her makeup was about three shades too light; the Goth girl was wearing a weird collection of long dark drapery and laced up platform boots. Ryan figured the girl did not get enough attention as a child thus her now need to seek attention from the world, whether the attention she gathered was negative or positive. He thought she probably was disgusted by her own looks, as everyone else probably was, so she chose to hide every attempt to soften her looks because she did not want anyone feeling sorry for her or thinking she felt sorry for herself.

Shifting further back into his seat, Ryan brought his attention back to Lauren, who was seated four rows down from him and a few seats to the right. Lauren, hunched in her seat, with a half irritated half-amused look on her face that clearly read she was not amused with being called on. Shrugging her shoulders, Lauren leaned up in her desk and frowned slightly as she took her eyes off the notebook that had previously held her attention.

Her legs were stretched out and by the lengths of them, it was clear she was tall. She had a slightly slender figure, and with smooth cocoa skin was the only black person in the class. Lauren had deep wide snapping light brown eyes that seem to take up her whole face, her hair, black and wavy, reached past her shoulders in pools of darkness, but out of everything a person could find attractive about her, Ryan thought her eyes were her true beauty.

Everything about Lauren was darkness, her long blue-black hair that fell in pools of shimmering dark waves, her smooth cocoa skin that looked as though silk would never be a friend for fear of stolen business, her closed persona that never gave way to what was going on inside, but her eyes were a different story. Lauren's eyes were light, large, and round. Her eyes seemed to glow as a porch light would on a darken street corner, but her eyes never betrayed her; they did not give away secrets, they acted as sponges, observing but never releasing until wrung out by something strong and powerful.

She was definitely attractive, in a hippy sort of way, but the lip ring in the corner of her mouth and the black rimmed glasses were not appealing to him, he did not go for that type. With loose fitting light blue jeans with holes in the knees, a grey too small t-shirt that read, Never Bluff a Donkey with a picture of a laughing donkey in the center she was reasonably dressed for a college student.

'She must play poker,' thought Ryan.

"The constitution," she stated in a bored voice, still hunched in her chair she continued, "reads that the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed, meaning citizens have the right to own guns with out fear of that right being taken from them."

Even though it was a very simple break down and interpretation of the Second Amendment, Ryan, thoroughly shocked by her answer, leaned forward in his seat to get a closer view of Lauren, who it seemed, he was really looking at for the first time. Ryan found himself listening thoughtfully to what she saying, and for the first time in a long time Ryan let go of his stereotypical views of his classmate, and openly listened to what his classmate had to say.

"Does this mean that every single citizen has the right to own a firearm without regulation?" she continued in the same careless tone, "No, it does not because nowhere in the second amendment does it mention what type of regulations can be placed on the owning of firearms. With every right comes responsibility, and responsibility should only be given to those who prove they are responsible, and thus, restriction is an important factor in gun control."

Leaning up in her seat and finally looking at the professor she said a little more aggressively, "I believe reglation, gun regulation should be left up to the state," and she slumped back in her chair and continued to doodle.

"Very well said Lauren," said the pacing professor who looked as though he should be holding a pipe, "but I'm afraid there will be no room for a counter argument today because we've once again run out of time." 

Before turning back to his podium the beady-eyed professor with his tweedy jacket turned to the class and added, "Remember to check the class website to see who you'll be partnered up with for the project that's due in four weeks. Remember this project accounts for fifty percent of your grade, cheers."

It was the end of the day and Ryan was with his best mate Jake eating his last meal of the day before he called it a night. The sky was a deep blue and the cold wind slapped against his cheeks causing them to turn red. Jake and Ryan had decided to sit outside the small dingy Italian joint that they frequently ate at because they both were outdoorsmen and preferred cold fresh air over manufacture warm stale air.

"My class seems to be filled with a bunch of brainless idiots," said Ryan, "Though, there is one girl who doesn't quite fit into the loop; still, with time I'm sure she will."

"You're such a pompous ass," his friend replied, laughing.

Taking his fork he scooped up a bit of the pasta before saying, "Not a pompous ass." Cramming the food in his mouth he continued, "An honest ass possibly, but certainly not a pompous ass."

"Ah, but pompous by definition is a synonym for arrogant and you certainly do display a high level of arrogance," Jake said shaking his head so that his blond curls danced in his eyes.

"Pompous, is not a synonym for arrogant, the two are not interchangeable. A pompous person more than often is arrogant, where as an arrogant person does not at all have to be pompous."

"My man," said Jake rolling his eyes dramaticly, "you're missing my point."

"Perhaps I am," Ryan said with a bit of uncertainty, "but let us assume I am pompous, it still would be well placed."

Putting down his fork Ryan picked up his water and took a long gulp before saying, "I'm figuring that I'm allowed to make mindless observations considering I'm judged for being one of the few conservatives on this campus."

Picking up his fork again he continued, "And as a political minority my opinions are often disregarded which would drive any sane person into ..." searching for the right word Ryan waved his hand in the air and finished disconcertingly, "discontent."

"Oh my, is this a pity party that you're throwing for yourself, Ryan?" his friend asked with a smirk on his face.

"Not at all, just a bit of a fed up rant that's a half justification for the way I act." Smiling lightly he attacked his meatball with his fork before changing the subject.

"Who are you partnered up with for Professor Thrownback's class?

"Lily," answered his friend with a grimace.

"Isn't that the red head with the big tits?" Ryan asked between mouthfuls of cut up meatballs.

"No, that's the transvestite with the bad breath."

"Bummer," Ryan snorted.

"And you?" Jake asked him.

"Lauren, not sure what her last name is." Waving his fork in the air he explained, "Black chick who sits kind of in the middle of the class."

"She's kind of hot," said his friend.

"Yeah, if you go for that type," Ryan snorted. He had already made up his mind that Lauren was extremely attractive — it was just that he would never consider her.

"Come on Ryan, she's hot. She reminds me of that Super Model Liya Kebede. Just she has a better body than Liya because she is not so thin," with a thoughtful look on his face Jake said as though it just hit him, "and has bigger tits."

Rolling his eyes Ryan said coolly, "I'm sorry, but I don't roam the pages of Victoria Secret catalogues."

"Which of course is your loss my man. Those girls are smokin' and give a boner in a few seconds."

"I like to achieve a boner by an actually real chick that I can touch, speaking of which I can today."

"Oh my man, who is it?" came his friend's excited voice, "Who's the slut of the week?"

Grimacing at the word slut, Ryan ignored the derogatory comment that he hated and said tactfully, "Jessie, she's the half Japanese chick with the incredible ass."

Because Ryan had grown up with a family of seven women, a woman described for her sexual conquest as a slut had always been something Ryan privately loathed. Out of all the faults and negative attributes Ryan held, sexism was not one of them. Though Ryan was not the man to correct or preach the sinful doings of others, he fully believed that women should be treated equally and have the same sexual opportunities as men.

"My man," said Jake in his surfer voice, "that chick is banging; I always knew you liked those exotic types."

"My type?" Ryan said knitting his brows together, "You don't know the first thing about my type," he continued, lightly trying to conceal the irritation out of his voice.

For some reason, Jake's comment had gotten to him for the simple reason that Jake had no idea what type of women Ryan went for. Hell, Ryan himself knew that he did not have a preference on looks, so long as they looked good.

His thoughts turned to women and he forgot about the girl named Lauren as he listened to his friend Jake talk about hot chicks on campus.

~~~~~~

Later that week Ryan e-mailed Lauren about meeting up to work on their project. He wanted to get an early start, and he wanted to learn if this would be one of those "projects" where he did all of the work. They decided to meet Saturday around noon at his place.

That Saturday, Ryan had just finished eating when he heard a soft knock at his door. Jumping up, Ryan put his empty plate in the sink and rushed to answer the door. Not bothering to look through the peephole, Ryan swung the unlocked door open, and let the brilliant sun hit him in his face, which momentarily blinded him.

Adjusting his stance so that the sun was not blocking his view, Ryan took in the sight: Lauren stood before him dressed in grey sweat pants and a white short-sleeved poker shirt with gold lettering; he was beginning to think that poker was quite her forte. Lauren's dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail made her large light brown eyes look even larger, she definitely looked under eighteen not a girl in her early twenties. Her face mirrored a look of pure skepticism that somehow had irritation hurling at the pit of his stomach.

"Hey Lauren," Ryan said in what he hoped to be a cheerful voice, "why don't you come in and get out the cold ..." Ryan held his hands out and stepped aside so that Lauren could enter his two bedroom apartment in which his roommate was out for the day. As Lauren walked in his apartment, he noticed her shapely ass that was puffed out of her sweatpants.

'What an incredible figure she has,' thought Ryan as he watched her walk into his living room and stop. Walking in front of Lauren Ryan ushered her into the dining room where they could work on the large dining table.

Sitting down on the chair, Lauren pulled a spiral notebook out of her backpack and said, "So, do you have any ideas for the project?"

"I have a few," Ryan said sitting down in the chair directly across from her, "I was thinking something along the lines of capital punishment or the environment."

"Yeah, those are two platforms that I was thinking about doing." Lauren said. Opening her notebook, Lauren, with her loopy handwriting, jotted down both subjects and underlined both titles.

Putting the end of her pen in her mouth Lauren looked up at him and said thoughtfully, "I was thinking that we could argue the case in favor of the environment."

Frowning slightly, Ryan looked at her, shaking his head before saying, "Um, I don't know, I don't really support environmentally friendly laws, so I'm not sure if I can convincingly argue in support of them."

"Okay, that's cool," Lauren said crossing the word environment out that she had written on her notebook. "How about Capital Punishment?" she suggested, "What are you views on Capital Punishment?"

"I support it," Ryan said looking at her.

"You support it?" she asked a little too surprised.

"Yes," he said folding his arms. Perhaps it was the fact that she just assumed he would not support capital punishment, or perhaps it was the fact that he had already prejudged her; whatever the reason why found himself instantly disliking Lauren. If she thought this project was going to turn into some liberal support wagon, she was sadly mistaken. Ryan was not about to compromise his political beliefs for her, and frankly he was starting to get mad that he was wasting a perfectly good day with another liberal idiot. 

How could he have ever thought this chick would not fit the bill? For God's sake she supported environmentally friendly laws, something he was a hundred percent against.

"I support it a hundred percent," he said trying not to glare at her. "I find that most people against it are soft on crime and favor prisoners' rights rather than victims' rights," Ryan said, adding to the insult of the unconcealed glare.

Lauren blinked her eyes hard before saying, "That's your right to think that, but if I may say it's a hundred percent bullcrap."

Closing her notebook with a slight slam that seemed to be reserved Lauren openly glared at him. In less than one minute of talking both Lauren and Ryan were glaring at one another as though they loathed each other for a lifetime.

"That argument is a part of the conservative propaganda to mislead people into thinking that capital punishment isn't a direct violation against the Bill of Rights," she said in one breath.

"Violation my ass," Ryan said, this time really glaring at her, "The only violation is the fact that criminals get to petition their life for twenty years while their victims remain victimize for a lifetime."

"Capital punishment's main goal is to stop criminals from acting again, not for victims to be vindicated, I agree that criminals should never be given the opportunity to act again, but there are other ways of going about that than putting them to death," Lauren said her large eyes snapping.

"Other ways? Other ways like how?" Ryan sneered. He was now steaming mad. He could not remember a time when he had been this mad. How dare they force him to work with such an idiot?

Rolling her eyes at him, Lauren said, "Um, perhaps life in prison!"

"Um, how about you rack your brain and realize that prisoners break out, well you're a liberal which means there isn't much to rack!" Ryan said viciously.

"Excuse me!" Lauren said scandalized. Jumping up she clenched her fist and glared at him. Ryan's heart was thumping and his mind was racing, what he would give to have people like Lauren disallowed to vote. "How dare you talk to me that way? Capital punishment is nothing short of a barbaric practice that civilized countries don't practice," Lauren snapped.

"How dare you yell at me in my home?" Ryan yelled jumping up.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want to do," Lauren said fiercely. She was angry, Ryan had no problem telling that much because she displayed her anger as honestly and fearlessly as a man with a gun and sharp right hook. Hands clenched at either side, chin pointed up giving her a demented look, and eyes narrowed; Lauren directed this all at him.

"How about you have your filthy mouth washed out with soap?" snapped Ryan.

This girl was disgusting. How dare she talk to him like that? Sure, he knew he probably deserved it, but where did she get off at losing her temper like that, and at him? Ryan intended to offend Lauren that day, and that was mostly because it was his nature to offend people that infuriate him.

"You want to know what your problem is?" Lauren stated with hard anger in her eyes. 

With the sour look on her face, looking at her, anyone would have thought that Ryan had called her more than a few dirty words.

Full of sarcasm, Ryan asked, "What's that Lauren, what's my problem?" 

Stepping closer to him with her finger pointed out like a weapon Lauren said, "You suffer from assholeism. Your problem is that you can't comprehend that people don't have to share your own beliefs to be right."

Stopping to glare at him, she cocked her head to her side and said as if it just occured to her, "And you're a dim-witted, ill-mannered, mindless, barbaric, dick."

"And you have a knack for repeating words with the same meaning," was the only response Ryan could think of at the moment.

"You think you're so great and better than everyone because you believe yourself to be different, but you're really a shallow asshole who can't understand that there are intelligent people who don't fit into your political "rights and wrongs". You're so used to so many people praising how great and smart you are that you seem to have forgotten that the world does not revolve around you, and that everyone does not like or want you, and for that matter think highly of you."

With a sick feeling in his gut he said coldly, "And you're just a plain bitch, nothing more nothing less."

For a brief moment, Ryan thought she was going to slap him. She had raised her hand towards his face as though she was going to strike him, and her eyes flashed in deep pools of wild anger that seemed to have no control, but then she dropped her hand, stared at him for a moment and turned and stormed away. He watched her haughty profile as she flounced out his house and into her car, before throwing himself in a chair. Putting his right hand on his neck, he massaged it.


A Difference in Politics Ch. 01



'What a crazy bitch,' he thought. He would be a happy man if he never saw her ass again.

Two mornings after his incident with Lauren, Ryan was sitting at his computer reading his school email in frustration. Ryan was frustrated at two particular emails; the first of his frustrations was from his professor notifying him that he had no choice but to remain Lauren's partner; the second was an arrogant email from Lauren who he was really starting to highly detest.

I regret the loss of my temper, but I stand by everything I said on Friday, and I feel that you owe me an apology. For our grades, we must work together, and so being the bigger person I step forward and will try, no matter how unpleasant it maybe, to work with you. Lauren

'What an arrogant bitch,' he thought as he read the letter over. He was positively steaming. Ryan felt as though he had never been madder at a single person in all of his life. Clenching his right hand tightly he clicked out of the email before he could email her a nasty response; after all, he had a grade to keep up.

If Ryan thought the next meet-up would go smoothly, he was sadly mistaken.

"Of course you think that," he heard himself saying, "You're a liberal," he snorted,

"What's wrong with being liberal?" Lauren asked hotly.

"Oh nothing, other than the fact that they haven't a thought in their head that wasn't placed in there by someone else."

He knew what he said was out of line, but he could not stop himself from saying it. This girl seemed to have made it her mission to piss him off, and if he was going to be angry he damn well was going to make sure she was too.

Deep down past the dislike and vengeance, Ryan wanted a reason to dislike her. What was it with him wanting to always piss this chick off? Ryan could not stop his need to always have to behave like an ass towards her. He watched her eyes darken.

"You know what? I know you're used to people kissing your ass," she said fiercely, "Big time future law student and all, but I am not an ass kissing person, so you certainly will not have to worry about me fawning over you because that's not my style, and frankly, you're not my type. With that said, I do hope we can get along and work this assignment out smoothly; though, that's not to say I expect the two of us to be bosom buddies."

Looking at him haughtily she added with sarcasm, "Not that I would ever expect that to happen."

Keeping his face controlled, something he had finally learned how to do in the last few days with working with her, Ryan looked at his watch, looked at her, and said evenly, "I see you still haven't changed much since our last meet up."

"Always a pleasure," she said stiffly.

Eyeing her closely he said to her what he knew would push her to the extreme, "No worries from me," he said indifferently, "in the last few days I've learned how to deal with people like yourself, that is to say, people who talk more than they should because they assume they know everything."

Pausing, he cleared his throat and found himself saying, "You're arrogant.  The worst thing is you don't even realize your arrogance and condescending attitude because you're so busy condemning people for carrying the same characteristics that you carry yourself." Ryan watched her profile stiffen at his words but didn't stop, "You're so quick to judge me as the big bad wolf only because you're conscious of your own abilities, or lack of them. Perhaps if you had more confidence in yourself you'd be a more likeable person; certainly you have likeable characteristics, your mouth just ruins it."

For the second time since they met, Ryan thought Lauren was going to strike him, but to his surprise, she stared at him meekly before opening her mouth as if to say something then abruptly closing it. Seconds later, he watched her hand rise again, but this time her hand did not fall back down. She had slapped him.

He felt the sting of her hand hit his face and knew that right away there would be a red handprint where her hand hit his face. Lauren then reached her hand back as if to slap him again, but to his own surprise, he grabbed her hand, and yanked her causing her body to turn so that her back was against his body. Gripping her torso tightly, he whispered in her ear, "That was much uncalled for." Breathing heavily, he felt her struggling to get out of his grip, but he never loosened his hold.

"Are you going to let me go?" Lauren asked struggling against him.

"No," he replied calmly holding her tighter.

"Excuse me?" Lauren said, a little shocked.

"Excuse me; you just slapped me, why should I let you go so you can strike me again? I ought to call the police on your sorry ass for assault," Ryan said angrily.

"Assault?" she said shrilly, "All you've done is try you best to insult and degrade me!" She struggled against him but still not moving him a bit. He was much stronger than she was and he knew she would never get out of his lock.

"That gives you no right to put your hands on me," he said a little too loud.

"You're right; I should not have touched you," she said embarrassed.

"You need to check your temper," Ryan said while adjusting his hold. Why he thought it was safe to let her go still amazes him, but he flung her forward and stepped back. Moreover, before he could think anything she had rushed him and they were wrestling on the floor. She was trying to pin him to the ground and instead of being mad, he was amused, and could not help but laugh at her, which made her even madder. Lauren had finally got a grip on him and had her knee against his stomach.

As quick as lightning Ryan turned her around so that she was on her back and grabbed both of her wrists so that his knees were resting at either side of her struggling body. Lauren's face was flushed, and she had a hard look in her eyes. Ryan had never been this close to Lauren before, and oddly enough, he felt a little turned on by her boldness at attacking him, not to mention she smelled good and was soft to the touch.

"Okay, you win," she said breaking his thoughts. Lauren was out of breath and clearly, she even figured that she had gotten herself in a helpless situation.

"Oh I win," he said nastily, "of course I win, you can't move!"

Saying so only made her madder and the struggle began again, but still she could not get out of her restraint. Looking down at her was a sight to see. She was sprawled out on the floor, chest heaving, shirt ripped, and hair incredibility wild.

"I promise, I give up. I won't try and attack you again," she said in resignation.

"If you try to attack me again, I promise you I won't be as nice as I've been," he threatened before releasing her.

Was this the scene where they both got up from wrestling and passionately ran into each other's arms? Hell no, this was real life, not some fucked up dollar romance novel. He watched as Lauren got up, ran her fingers through her hair while patting it down, she adjusted her ripped shirt to cover her stomach and looked at him haughtily.

"You sure seem to be looking dignified to be thrown on the ground," he said sarcastically. Ryan's eyes traveled down to Lauren's ripped shirt where he caught quite a view of not only Lauren's lacy bra but also a heaving plump breast, which oddly gave a jolt to Ryan's stomach. Lauren, catching Ryan's lingering eyes looked down at her own ripped shirt and sneered at him before saying, 

"Thanks for causing the destruction of one of my favorite shirts."

She said it so nastily that Ryan had half a mind to slap her, but instead, before Lauren had a chance to react he had grabbed her shirt in both hands and ripped it even further, causing it to be only held together by the seam. Looking her dead in the eye Ryan said with dripping disdain, "Sorry."

Ryan did not know why he did it; hell, he did not even realize that the sight of Lauren's full heaving breast would turn him on, all he knew was that it gave him immense satisfaction to rip Lauren's favorite shirt.

"You ignorant barbarian," Lauren hissed at him through gritted teeth, "You stupid, ignorant, cunt."

"Now wait just a minute," Ryan had had enough of the name-calling, and the word cunt was not a word he ever been called, yet alone a word he used loosely.

Eyes flashing, fished clenched, and teeth gritted Lauren said, "No you wait a minute, asshole. You just ruined a sixty dollar t-shirt."

"What a shame," Ryan said sarcastically, "Tell the owner what an idiot they are for spending sixty dollars on a t-shirt."

Stepping towards him Lauren waved her index finger wildly at him and said shrilly, "I suppose you think you're clever?" Thump, Lauren had poked him hard in the chest causing him to back up. Stepping forward, "I suppose you think that was a funny one liner?" Thump, she had poked him even harder in the chest causing him to back up more. Once again stepping towards him Lauren said, "I suppose you think you're just going to get away with ripping my shirt?" Thump, she poked him for the third time causing him to back into the wall.

He had had enough, not only that but he could not back up any more. Ryan was not about to let some half-naked chick push him around in his own house. Eyes flashing fist clenched Ryan stepped forward now causing Lauren to back up and said evenly, "I think it's about time you finished poking me."

"I think it's about time you apologized to me!" Lauren said stamping her foot.

"Apologized?" he asked outraged. This girl slaps him and expects him to apologize, not in his right state of mind.

"Yeah apologize for ripping my shirt," Lauren demanded, "and then you can try paying for my shirt, or I'll — —"

Stepping forward so that Lauren had to step back, Ryan said evenly, "You'll what? Try and throw me on the ground again?" One contemptuous look later and Lauren had stormed out the door.

A week had passed since their incident and still no word from Lauren. Ryan was starting to feel as though their project was never going to be launched, and the more he thought about Lauren, the worse he felt. Sure Ryan could be an ass, but he certainly still was an ass with a conscience, and he realized after a few days of thought, and discussion with his friend Jake, that it was practically his fault that the situation had ended the way it had. Lying on his couch, Ryan reflected on the conversation he had had with Jake a few days ago.

"Ryan my man," his friend Jake's surfer voice came from over the phone, "You've got to realize dude that you can't go insulting everyone that doesn't agree with you."

Ryan had already known that, but had a hard time concealing his thoughts and emotions as he heard his friend Jake say, "Dude, man there are going to be lots of chicks, I mean people, in your life that you may not agree with, but you're still going to be forced to work with them, and if you can't work with them because of your belief differences how are you going to manage anything in life, my man? Just think if you were in their shoes and someone insulted you based off your beliefs. Dude, you already told me you're not down with that."

"Yeah, I suppose." Ryan had said.

"So my man, what do her boobs look like?"

"Excuse me?" Ryan had asked as though the thought had never occurred to him, which of course it had not, much.

"What do her boobs look like, my man? You did rip her shirt, and so I'm sure you got a great view of those magnificent tits."

"Uh, I don't really recall," Ryan had lied. He did not want to tell his best friend that the girl who slapped him and called him a cunt rather turned him on at moments.

After hanging up with Jake, Ryan started to feel a little bad for the way he had treated Lauren, and for the first time in a long time regretted his infamous tongue. Moreover, here he was now thinking about how he was going to fail his political science class because it seemed as though he and Lauren were not going to work out their problem. Before he could dance any more in his own grief a soft knock came from his door. Jumping up, Ryan dashed to the door wondering who it could be. Swinging the door open before looking through the peephole, Ryan was thoroughly surprised to find Lauren standing before him.

"Look, I just want to say that I'm really sorry for losing my temper and attacking you. That was very unlike me, I rarely resort to violence," Lauren said with her head hung down in shame. Ryan could tell she was heartily sorry, and it felt odd to hear her apologize to him, making him feel incredibly awkward and uncomfortable.

Holding both hands up in a give-up fashion, he said, "Don't worry about it. I've had more than one female try to attack me."

She looked a little confused at his words and so he explained, "I have six sisters, two older and four younger, and we were always fighting growing up. I practically lived the better part of my life restraining at least one of my sisters from attacking me." Looking at her, he noticed that she still looked uncomfortable, and said trying to cheer her, "Don't worry about it, you gave a struggle but didn't cause me any damage, where I caused damage to your shirt that I should not have ripped."

To his happiness she chuckled and looked up at him, "It's like I couldn't move out your hold; no matter which way I turned, you had me pretty pinned."

"A word to the wise, never attempt to wrestle a former state wrestler."

Moreover, to his surprise she threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was loud and jolly, hearing her laugh made him want to laugh as well.

"Dear god, I didn't realize I was taking on so much," she said when her laughter died.

"Hey why don't you come in and maybe we can try to figure out why I'm such a jerk," he heard himself saying. He saw the hesitation in her eyes, but before she could say no, he opened his door and grabbed her hand pulling her in. "I have to say if you refuse I'll have to restrain you again," he said, letting her go and closing the door once she was inside.

"Hey," she said holding up her hands, "I'm not sure if I'm down with being on the floor again, but I'd love to learn some of those wrestling moves," Lauren said with a smile, walking into the hallway and stopping.

"So long as you don't use them on me," he said leading her into the sitting room.

"Oh, trust me, I learned my lesson. You're a little too big for me," she said laughing. Sitting down on the love seat, Ryan patted the seat for her to sit next to him.

When she was sitting down, he turned to her and said, "You know what, Lauren; I think we ought to start over." Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned into his sofa, and said, not looking into her eyes, "I was a total ass to you and I probably deserved to be slapped a few times, because I was an ass on purpose."

Lauren opened her mouth to say something but Ryan quickly silenced her with the hands up sign, "I thought I had you all figured out, and when you surprised me it kind of forced me to realize I was wrong, but instead of wanting to admit that, I became an asshole to you." Looking at her again, Ryan said with honesty, "I really am sorry, and I hope you can forgive me." Stealing a glance at her, Ryan saw something like acceptance in them.

"It's okay Ryan. It's partially my fault as well, mostly in the form of my temper." Brushing her side bang out her eyes Lauren continued, "I was a total bitch and I judged you from the very beginning which I shouldn't have." Picking some lint off her shirt, she eyed him warily and said, "I guess we have clashing personalities. Apparently, we both think we know everything and have flashing tempers."

"Well it's good to know that we can get past that," Ryan said awkwardly, "And I hope that we can work on this project in good spirits, but let's forget about the project today. Let's just chill out for a while and get to know one another since we have another solid two and a half weeks left on the project."

"That sounds good," Lauren said with a weak smile.

"So what do you want to do?" Ryan asked realizing that he had no idea what this chick liked to do and what they could do together.

"Beats me," Lauren said shrugging her shoulders.

"We could wrestle again?" Ryan smirked.

Lauren laughed at this, but turned to him and said, "How about we watch a movie?"

"That sounds good to me." Picking up the remote off the coffee table Ryan turned on the TV and said, "There are a bunch of good movies that come on AMC." He did not really think she would care for the old classic, but realized he did not have much of a DVD selection.

"Ohmygod!" screamed Lauren jumping up so that her knee hit the coffee table with a bang.

"Ouch," Lauren screamed sliding back into her seat gripping her knee. "Are you okay?" asked Ryan trying to stiff the laugh that was threatening to escape.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I've never met a clumsier broad than me," she muttered to herself, rubbing her knee. Looking up Lauren caught Ryan looking at her and she smiled weakly causing her light brown eyes to twinkle. "Excuse me, but I'm always tripping over something or banging into something," she said still gripping her knee.

"What got you so excited anyways?" Ryan asked failing to hold his laugher in any more,

"Nothing really," Lauren said letting go of her knee, "I just totally forgot there's a marathon of old Jimmy Stewart movies coming on in like ten minutes on AMC."

"You like James Stewart movies?" Ryan asked in surprise.

"I love James Stewart movies!" she said with excitement in her eyes, "He's like my all time favorite actor." Brushing the hair out of her face Lauren said, "I can remember as a teenager getting really into some of the Jimmy Stewart movies that they played on AMC."

"Oh yeah, what James Stewart movies are you interested in?" Ryan asked with complete interest. The fact that Lauren was into James Stewart was a total shook to him, but to go along with the shock was respect. He had to respect a chick who was into his all time favorite actor.

"So many, so many," Lauren said smiling, "Um, Rear Window is one of my favorites, Vertigo, Rope, Broken Arrow, Bend of the River, and the list just goes on." Cocking her head back as though she was deep in thought, Lauren said as excited as a child would be in a candy store, "But my all time favorite Jimmy Stewart movie is one of his earlier ones, I freaking love Destry Rides Again!"

"No shit!" Ryan said jumping up, "I fucking love that movie." Lauren loving that movie totally put him over the edge, how could he not get a long with a girl who shared his movie likes.

"What type of music do you like?" Ryan casually asked Lauren.

"I like all types of music," Lauren said scrunching up her eyes, "I'm particularly fond of older music. I love classic R&B and eighties rock."

"You like eighties rock?" he said getting excited.

"Yeah I love the classic songs like um, Pour Some Sugar on Me, You Shook Me All Night Long ... other than sixties R&B and eighties rock I like only a few current acts, Audioslave, Green Day, and a few other bands, but I mostly dig the classics of Prince, and Michael, and The Righteous Brothers, Jimmy Hendrix, um and all that jazz."

'Decent music choices', Ryan thought, 'Definitely not the teenybopper Britney fan I hate.' Leaning back in his seat, he turned to Lauren and said, "Well how about we watch that marathon?"

It had been a week since their make-up and Ryan was finding more excuses to hang out with Lauren. Not only did they work well together on their project, but also he genuinely liked her as a friend, and found that she was extremely funny to hang out with.


It was a particularly warm Monday that they were supposed to be working together on their project, when instead they were joking around outside on the steps that led to the grand main campus library.

"Dear god, I hope you don't wear any of those lame shirts," Ryan said pointing to a girl who wore a red shirt with pink rhinestones that read, 'I'm a hottie'.




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"Hell no," she said rolling her large brilliant light brown eyes, "those shirts are for idiots who wish the sayings were true about them." Laughing more to herself she continued, "Juicy, princess, oh wait I especially hate the ones that say something like," and then her voice changed into a comical imitation, "I'm a bitch, I'm a rich bitch, spoil me because I'm hot."

One glance at Lauren and he could not hold in his laughter, and when he started laughing she did too. The two of them were causing a quite the scene with their fit of laughter.

Grabbing her arm he looked up at her through watery eyes and said, "Most hideous chicks wear them."

"And you know what the funniest things about those shirts are?" Lauren tried to ask through her still heavy laughter, "When a thirty-something year old chick wears them with her overly glossed lips." Stifling her laughter, she looked at Ryan and wiped the tears of laughter out her eyes before saying, "It's like, look broad, act your age and quite trying to fit your old ass into clothes that your daughter should be wearing." Shaking her head she said, "I leave those shirts for the thirteen to seventeen year olds."

"Oh yes, you've pin pointed it," Ryan said holding his stomach in attempts to stop laughing, "The Juicy shirts and pants are also worn by forty year old plastic surgery queens who look good from the back but when you catch a glimpse of their face they resemble Joan Rivers." At that, they both laughed even harder. The more Ryan worked with Lauren, the more he was finding it hard to fight his attraction to her. She was nothing like the girls he normally went for, but she had sexiness to her and an intelligence to match his, and the latter along with the former was what seemed to guide him into her. She had fire like no other girl he had met, and he loved the fact that she did not stand for his tongue. Lauren was like opening a gift from a Secret Santa that you vaguely knew because learning her was a surprise.

Ryan felt as though there was so much about Lauren that he could connect with, and through their work together, Ryan had learned that they shared similar music and movies interest. Lauren was a unique girl, who he could laugh with and simply have a good time with; and like him, she loved to sit back and observe people. He never felt so much for a single girl, but most of all, Ryan had never felt the need to hold back his feelings for a girl. Ryan was so used to having girls fall for him that he did not know what to do with Lauren because he felt that she did not share the same feelings that he himself was struggling not to feel.

When their laughter subsided, Ryan changed the subject and asked a rather personal question that he had wanted to know for the last week. "So, I haven't really seen you around campus with any guys," clearing his throat he added in a playful voice, "I mean, isn't the guy you're with a little irritated that you're hanging with such a stud like me?" 

Watching closely, he noticed that her eyes darkened at the question. Feeling a little stupid for asking the question Ryan decided to change the subject, but Lauren answered the question before he could do so.

"Oh there's no one special in my life," she said with a sigh, "I was dating this guy name John Ho for about a semester —"

"Asian John Ho, who plays center for our school team?" Ryan interrupted.

"Yeah," Lauren said a little defensively, "why, you know him?"

"I know of him. I didn't think he'd be your type," he said slowly flipping his dark hair out of his face.

"And what do you think is my type?" Lauren asked smiling slightly.

"No clue," Ryan said shrugging his shoulders in pure honesty.

"Is it because he's Asian?" Lauren asked squinting at him.

"Not at all," he said truthfully, "I never picked you as one to stick to one race anyway." This caused Lauren to laugh outright.

"I could careless who dates who," Lauren said shrugging, "It's not as though it really affects me." Pulling her long legs up so that she could rest her chin on her knees she continued, "He was the first person I dated outside of my race, but for some reason I've always had a thing with Asian men."

"Asian men?" he said laughing aloud.

"Tis not funny" she replied stiffly, "It's not a fetish or anything, just an attraction. I was watching Disturbia the other day, and kept thinking how hot that guy Ronnie was, and it wasn't the first time. The guy from Lost is a babe."

Holding up his arm, "What about a tall white guy, with grey eyes, black hair, and incredible muscles?" Ryan asked in a teasing voice.

He did not expect to hear a serous response, but Lauren turned to him grabbed his collar and readjusted it making her face very close to him and said, "Oh, you are stunning, indeed."

Ryan could feel her breath on his neck; it tickled his nose and hearing her call him stunning surprisingly had an effect on him. He felt a rush hit his stomach and a tingly feeling meet his penis. New desires arrived in him. He was no longer the asshole who made it his mission to piss her off. He was now the stunning man who had had a change of perspective and all the hardness in him that he felt towards her melted away. She was no longer the smart mouth, arrogant, shit talker that he would never consider, because right now, she was a girl that he so desperately was falling for.

Deciding to change the subject before he did something stupid like kiss her Ryan asked, 

"So what are you doing today?"

"Oh nothing," said Lauren with a troubled look on her face, "I'll probably go out and play poker or something like that, but I'm not sure because I kind of feel like staying into day."

"I take it you play poker fairly often."

"It's something that I really enjoy. I can be myself there, win money, associate with people I never would before, and have a good time. I love it," Lauren said passionately. Turning towards him, Lauren brushed the hair out of her face and said, "but even as much as I love it, it gets old sometimes. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah I understand you fully," Ryan said truthfully, "I feel the same way everyday. There are so many things I enjoy doing, like partying with my friends, target shooting, playing pool and lacrosse, but it gets old sometimes, and I just want to forget everything and go and lay down without a valid excuse not to leave the bed."

This was all weird to Ryan. Never in his life had he ever felt so connected to one person. Ryan felt as though this girl truly understood him like no other. Everyone expected Ryan to go about his life in robotic fashion. Finish school, get a great high paying powerful job, and find success in family, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to do things in that order.

Looking at her watch Lauren looked up at him, squinted her eyes before saying, "Hey Ryan, it was fun hanging out with you and working on our project but I have got to jet for this cash game I'm playing in." 

They said their goodbyes and Ryan watched Lauren hurry away leaving him with his thoughts.

One month had passed since working with Lauren and Ryan was happy to note that they had received full marks on their project. In fact, they had received the highest praise from their professor, which made them both happy, but for Ryan it was more of a mixture of sadness and happiness. Ryan knew that since their project was now at the close he would no longer have an excuse to hang out with the beautiful and charming Lauren, and on the day they received their grade for their project Ryan walked up to Lauren after class and said, "Lauren, we need to go out and celebrate our success on our project."

Eyeing her warily he continued, "We started out as less than friends, but the last few weeks I've grown to learn that you're not a shit-face liberal."

Lauren smiled at him and said, "And I've grown to learn that you're not another idiot conservative."

Walking slowly down the hall Ryan followed Lauren. Turning the corner Lauren asked Ryan, "So what were your ideas of celebration?"

"How about we go to the Underground?" Ryan rushed out, "You know that club located a few blocks from campus? I hear it gets pretty packed there on Fridays."

"That sounds cool with me," Lauren said nodding her head in agreement, "How about I meet you there around eleven?"

"Sounds great," said Ryan with excitement building up in him.

It was Friday and Ryan was standing in the Underground with his best friend Jake and their friend Danny waiting for Lauren to make her entrance. It was about 11:30 when he finally saw Lauren step into the club.

When Lauren saw him, she made a beeline to him and said before he could say anything, "Dance with me." It was more of a command than a request, and without giving him time to consider the request she had grabbed his hand and was leading him out on to the dance floor. His first thought was to resist. He did not go to dance clubs to dance, hell he wasn't even that good of a dancer; he went to dance clubs to drink, socialize, and laugh at all the drunken losers who made fools of themselves on, and off, the dance floor, not to actually dance and potentially make a fool of himself, hell no! But, something in him prevented him from moving his tongue off the roof of his mouth, something prevented him from stopping in his tracks and denying her request. The request came from a girl who he had loathed four weeks ago, a girl who he had barely known three weeks ago, but even bearing those thoughts in mind, he allowed Lauren to lead him out on to the packed dance floor.

Perhaps it was her flowery scent, or the softness of her hand that was gripping his, whatever it was about her had him under a spell, her spell. Reaching the heart of the dance floor, she stopped and so he stopped. The music was loud and he could feel the sound vibrating against his feet, which felt strangely surreal to him. People were bumping left and right into him, and for the first time in a long time, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but all his awkwardness died when she slowly turned around to face him. She had an amused look on her face that made his insides tingle.

'God she's beautiful,' he thought. She looked even more stunning than what he remember her to be yesterday. Lauren's hair hung straight and long down her back in a sleek fashionable cut. He liked the new straight hair because it was sexy, where the old hairstyle was girlish and cute. Lauren's face still looked as beautiful as before, but like before, her large deep light brown eyes rimmed with thick black eyeliner took up her face.

A slow smile spread across Lauren's face, and he wondered what she was thinking. Was she thinking about him, or was her mind wandering through useless transitions that had nothing to do with him? Leaning in close to her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, daring her to reject his touch, so close that they could feel each other's breath. She started moving seductively swaying to the beat. Despite the fact that the floor was packed and people were bumping into him, Ryan felt as though it was just the two of them alone on the floor.

Biting her lip, Lauren gave him a pointy look, turned around so that her back was towards him, pressed her butt so that it was directly touching his crotch and began to do a slow grinding dance. Just this small action caused blood to rush down below, and he prayed that he would not get a hard-on. What the hell was this girl playing at? His penis was swelling up and there was nowhere to release the tension. Grabbing her waist, he started dancing against her so that his stiff member was bumping into her ass.

'If she is going to dance like that against me, she had better know what it is doing to me,' he thought almost disgustedly.

Leaning his head towards her neck, he whispered in her ear, "What are you doing?"

"Dancing," she said wickedly. Throwing her head back so that her hair danced in the air she laughed aloud. Lauren turned around so that she was once again facing him and put her arms around his neck, she put her face against his so that their foreheads were touching. When she spoke, he could feel her lips brush against his and it took all of his might not to push his lips into hers.

"What do you think I'm trying to do to you?" Searching his face for something Lauren waited for his answer.

"Well," he said carefully so that he said exactly what he thought, "for starters, it seems to me as if you're trying to do more than catch up with lost time." Smiling softly, he continued, "I'd even go so far as to say that a smart girl like you knows that trusting her ass on a average man who is clearly attractive to her will raise," pausing for the right words, "a stiffy".

"You find me attractive?" Lauren asked him.

Not believing his ears Ryan looked her dead in the eyes and said with force,

"There is not a time when I haven't fantasized about you." It was a bold statement but Ryan was tired with the go around, and he was tired of acting as though he wasn't a man who knew what he wanted and went out for it.

"I had no idea that you were such a dirty boy," she said smiling loftily.

"You strike me as a girl who likes to play dirty." he said calmly. They had both stopped dancing and were now standing on the dance floor face to face in a mutual stare down.

"Indeed I am, and you?" she said grinning.

"I've never been one to hold back."

"I like to let go of my inhibitions." It was as if Lauren had an answer for everything, and they were playing a game where the person with the cheek answer would win, he was dancing to her beat, figuratively speaking, and he was doing well. Lauren to him seemed to be a free spirit who would only screw a guy that she wanted to screw, and if he and Lauren happened to do something, he knew it would be at her choice. The song was ending and he was getting hot, Ryan made up his mind to make a move.

"I've got a few James Stewart movies on DVD that we can watch at my house," he said gripping her elbow tightly.

"That sounds good to me," Lauren said to his surprise.

Less than twenty minutes later Ryan and Lauren were back at his place sitting on the couch talking; not looking at her Ryan asked, "Why were you dancing on me like that?"

Picking at a bump on her arm, she said slowly, "What do you mean?"

Turning his head Ryan looked at her closely to see if she was lying or truly dumbfounded. As so often, Lauren's face was an unreadable mask that he could not penetrate. He decided to frame his next question as if she was playing dumb.

"Don't play stupid," he said eyeing her suspiciously, "You were dancing all over me, grinding on me, trying to turn me on or something."

"Oh," she said. Scrunching her brilliant light brown eyes together, she turned her head toward him, and said shrugging her shoulders, "I dance with everyone like that." Lauren had the ability to state things as if they were the obvious when they were not, well at least when they were not the obvious to him. She was a tricky girl and he never knew what she was thinking, and that realization disturbed him.

"Really?" he said keeping the disappointment out his voice. It would not do for her to learn she had an advantage over him, and this was because Ryan was not the type of person who wanted people thinking they had power over him. People in the position of power became bullies, and he would never let someone walk all over him like he was a mouse in a trap.

"Yes," she said lofty, "and why do you ask?"

"For entertainment purposes," he said frankly.

Leaning back on the couch Lauren put her hands behind her head and asked pointedly, 

"You want to fuck me?"

Taken aback by her boldness of the question and the fact that it came out of nowhere Ryan sputtered, "Uh ... no ... uh, what, not at all."

What was he doing lying outright? Ryan never lied to a girl about his feelings. This girl had him at his wits' end.

Running his hands through his hair he leaned back in his seat and stared at her, lost for words, and in her eyes he noticed that she appeared to be laughing at him. Suddenly he felt hot anger wash over his body; she was playing a game with him, a game that did not have him laughing. What? Did she get off making him horny and throwing it in his face like a little cock teaser?

Leaning back up, he said a little angrier than intended, "What, you think it's funny? This game or whatever the hell you are playing is? If I told you I wanted to fuck you would it make you feel better? Bet it would make you feel grand that you had control over something for the first time."

Despite trying to stay cool, Ryan could feel his anger growing stronger. Attempting to calm down, Ryan took a deep breath, but could only manage to glare at her, and to his surprise, he saw in Lauren's eyes a little shame, but past the shame, he saw a calm girl waiting to unleash something wild and uncontrollable. He realized then that Lauren wanted him as bad as he wanted her but was fighting it, and losing to herself.

"Why are you holding back?" he heard a hoarse, husky, low voice ask that belong to him.

"Holding back ...?" she said weakly. Lauren ran her fingers nervously through her shiny hair and failed to look at him.

Leaning in towards her, Ryan reached forward and pulled her face up, causing Lauren to jump.

"What are you fighting, Lauren? You have never struck me as a girl who played games. I've always thought of you as someone who knew what they wanted."

Smiling lightly, he said, "What happened to the girl who was full of life and liked to let go of her inhibitions?"

Apparently, it was Lauren's turn to stutter because that was all that was coming out her mouth. She looked utterly confused, which bemused Ryan. Here this chick was trying to play the cool, calm, and aggressive one when she was really the shy reserved one.

"I think it's funny that a few weeks ago we didn't like one another much at all," she said slowly, "and now here I am sitting alone with you contemplating what I feel."

"Well —" but he wasn't able to finish because Lauren had leaned forward right in his personal space — so close that her lips brushed against his, hovering there for a few seconds before she pushed them against his. When her lips touched his, he felt a rush hit his stomach; it was something like a wave slapping against his body, and everything that he was thinking before laid forgotten. Right then the only thing that mattered was kissing 

Lauren, and kissing Lauren was putting all that was wrong that week right. The kiss started out slow and surreal, and then without warning his tongue broke the barrier into her warm, sweet mouth, and instead of her kissing him, he was kissing her with a wild force.

Ryan felt his penis swell up and fought the urge to slam her on the ground and take her right there.

Without failing to break the kiss, Lauren pushed Ryan back onto the couch and threw her right leg over his lap so that she was straddling him. Pulling her close he placed a hand behind her head and deepened their kiss while his left hand roamed over every part of her body his fingers could touch. Ryan's one hand was grasping her thighs, squeezing her boobs, feeling her shapely ass, and she was touching him. Ryan felt Lauren's hands rub against his back, then her hands were in his hair, and they felt good. His breath was becoming heavy and he knew that she felt his member that was poking through his pants. Just Lauren sitting on his lap was making him harder.

Breaking the kiss Lauren breathlessly whispered in his ear, "Where is this going, what are we doing?"

"Making out," he said simply.

Pulling her closer to him, he tilted her head back and kissed her lightly on the lips. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. He lightly kissed the corner of her mouth making her gasp. He was placing light wet kisses all over her face. Ryan trailed light kisses down her neck, and then back up to her mouth where he pushed his tongue through her lips and into her mouth and they both moaned. His tongue was rubbing against her tongue and massaging the inner of her mouth tasting her sweetness. He wanted her. Every inch of Ryan wanted to make love to Lauren, kissing her was not enough. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he pulled it off so that all she was wearing was a lacy black bra. Lifting Lauren's skirt up, Ryan pushed her panties aside, stuck his middle finger in her vagina lips, and found that she was soaking wet.




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"Good god, Lauren," he whispered tightly in her ear, "if I would have known you were this turned on I would have fucked you on the spot."

Circling her clit he watched as Lauren's face tightened up in appreciation for what he was doing. Ryan, encouraged, inserted two fingers into Lauren's incredibly tight pussy and felt her shiver and gasp. He began working his fingers in and out in a slow motion, and then after a few seconds switched to a quicker pace. He immediately felt Lauren's legs buckle, as she grew wetter and wetter. He could hear his own fingers sloshing in and out of her hot, wet, vagina.

"We're two adults," he groaned in her ear not stopping the movement of his fingers. Lauren's eyes closed, mouth slightly open made him hot. "We don't have to have sex," he said calmly. "Even though I want to," he could not help but add, "But let me just bring you over the edge. Let me make you cum." Grabbing her ass tightly with his left hand he added hastily, "I've wanted to taste you for so long."

Pulling his fingers out of Lauren's dripping vagina, he placed them in his mouth and sucked on them, getting his first taste of Lauren's sweet juices. She tasted like the greatest thing he could imagine —something not only bitter but sweet with a slight tang to it. At his removal of his fingers, Lauren opened her eyes, eyes that were large and pleading, and said in a husky voice that he had never heard her use before, "Please don't stop, that feels so good."

One look at Lauren he knew that she wanted him to fuck her, but he could not have sex with the girl of his dreams on his couch. Scooping Lauren up in his arms, he carried her to his room, kicked open the door and threw her on his bed with a force that even surprised even him. Was he becoming some sort of wild man that could only be tamed by the beautiful girl lying in his bed? He did not know. All Ryan knew was that his heart was pounding, his penis was throbbing, and the clenches in his stomach represent the longing that he felt for Lauren.

His room was dim; the only light that spilled into his room was from the open shade that was glowing from the street lamp below. Stripping off his shirt, Ryan crawled on his bed. Lauren had leaned up on his bed with her hands behind her body holding up her weight at either side of her. Ryan crawled so that his legs were at either side of her and that he was facing her. Smoothly he unhooked her bra and watched her magnificent tits fall out. By God, they were the best pair of tits he had ever seen and he told Lauren so, which only made her giggle. Pulling Lauren's face towards his he kissed her, allowing his tongue to dance with hers. When he broke their kiss, he said to her, "Are you sure about this Lauren? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

Lauren shook her head and that was all he needed to allow him to continue in his conquest of lovemaking. Grabbing Lauren's skirt, he pulled it off her along with her panties so that she was completely nude in his bed, and she was such a sight of beauty. Lauren's heaving chest, her long legs, her shapely breasts, and her large light brown eyes all made Ryan's cock swell up as though he had never met a girl before, and in a sense, he had never met a girl like Lauren before.

Pausing, Ryan stripped off his own clothes and boxers so that he was completely naked in front of her. His massive penis, free of its hold bounced straight up in an angry stance. Turning to face Lauren, he caught her eyeing his enormous cock hungrily and smiled to himself.

'What a night this would be to remember,' he thought.

Facing Lauren, he gently lowered her on her back and spread her legs so that her magnificent shaved vagina was before him, like a grand meal on a silver platter, only the platter was his bed, and thefeast, was Lauren.

Placing his mouth on her warm vagina, he sucked lightly on her clit causing her to moan loudly. Lauren had clasped her legs so that they were gripping his head, but Ryan pushed her legs back and nibbled, licked, and slurped every inch of her making sure to leave no spot untouched.

Ryan was not an expert at eating pussy, but he had had fantasies about eating Lauren out enough to be incredibly excited about it. Pushing his face deeper in her cunt he tongue fucked her. Lauren grabbed a hold of his hair and her loud moans had turned to loud screams of pleasure.

Ryan felt Lauren's climax building up and knew that she was about to orgasm any moment. Her legs were quivering and her body was shaking, and then he felt her body go rigid, and a squirt of her magnificent juices hit him in the nose. Opening his mouth Ryan, not wanting to miss any of her precious fluids, swallowed every bit that she squirted out.

Lauren's body dry, and done shaking, he crawled up towards her.

"How do you feel?" he gently asked her. Running his fingers through her sweat soaked hair he smile sweetly at her.

"Amazing. You make me feel amazing," she said smiling at him, "But I want to give you something in return."

"Oh really?" he said grinning at her. Lauren crawled down towards his lower area to where his penis still stood tall and erect, and lightly gripped it with both hands causing his breath to be sucked out. Her warm small hands gripped his manhood and began stroking it up and down. Ryan watched her through half open eyes. He felt as though he was in heaven.

Ryan closed his eyes and sat back as Lauren slowly pumped his manhood up and down. When he felt her stop, he half opened his eyes and got a beautiful glimpse of Lauren's head lowering on his shaft. He felt her warm wet mouth on his penis and thought he would explode right there in her mouth. He watched as she worked him in and out of her mouth swallowing him deep and then pulling almost all the way out of her mouth. Lauren was playing with his sack as she sucked him deep, and he felt like this was the best blowjob he had ever received.

After a few minutes, tension was building deep within him and he felt his cum building up. Ryan knew he was moments away from bursting, but Lauren kept working her mouth on his dick, her tongue like magic, and then he felt it shooting out. Lauren must have felt it coming to because she pulled her mouth away completely and began fiercely stroking his pounding cock as it released all of his semen.

After what seemed like an hour, but was actually only a few seconds, Lauren crawled up next to him and he snaked his arm over her where they collapsed in an exhausted sleep. When he awoke a few hours later, Lauren was gone.



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I am so sorry for the delay, but I am not a natural writer. It takes time for me to create something that I am comfortable with sharing because I see all these wonderful stories from other writers and I think how much better mine could be and so the process of rewriting bestows me. Lastly, a special thanks to a few conservatives who helped me really get into their line of thinking and to really understand their beliefs. Their help inspired me so much that I decided to use a few of their direct quotes, (four to be exact), and because of that I wish to acknowledge their quotes without giving up their identity.

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Lauren was struggling to keep her eyes open. It was something that she went through every few days. A constant fight to stay awake, and just why was she trying to stay awake after one in the morning, well she had no idea. Hell, half the time Lauren had no idea why she did the things she did. Lauren was the type of person who chose action before thought, only it was not something that could be prevented or controlled, it was something that she was cursed with — the constant inability to think before acting.

Stifling a yawn, Lauren closed her eyes for a few seconds in attempts to stop them from burning. Nevertheless, sleep was putting up a good fight. It was pulling at her, dragging her deep within its force, and although her fight was strong, she knew that she would lose her grip, and surrendered with her flag raised up and hands in the air like a rat in a trap because the weaker one always lost in tug-a-war. Opening her eyes, Lauren went back to her useless research online. Today Lauren was researching the creators of Google, Yahoo, Craigslist, and eBay for the sheer fun of it, but sleep was starting to take its toll on her. Stifling a yawn, Lauren closed the internet explorer, stood up, stretched her stiff arms, and turned off her computer.

Lauren did not want to go to sleep because she felt as though sleep was waste of a time. Who would want to spend one third of their life sleeping when there was so much out in the world to do? Well, certainly Lauren did not want to spend that much of her life sleeping. She wanted to fill her life with living fast and being free of inhibitions, not in bed alone not knowing what was going on.

Some people would consider Lauren a dreamer, but she certainly did not view herself as one. For one, every major thing that she dreamed her life should hold it held, or she tried her best to obtain it. When she wanted to go to the top school on the North West, she went. When she wanted to play poker as a profession, she did. When she wanted to conceal a weapon, she went out and got a concealed weapons permit. When she wanted to drive a bike despite what anyone thought, she did. She did all this without a second thought, and molded herself into the person she thought she ought to be, not the person who people thought she should be. Some people considered Lauren to be an arrogant person who only did things to try to be different, but that was not the case. Lauren did not make it her mission to try to be different; she made it her mission to do what she wanted to do, and if people thought poorly of her because of it, she did not care because Lauren figured that she should not spend her life waiting for the approval of others.

In spite of all that, Lauren was realistic. She knew she could not live the party life her whole life because soon she would be old and grow tired of it, and then what would she do? Would she be one of those tired plastic surgery victims who tried their best to hang onto their youth as a toddler hangs onto its bottle? No, that was not what Lauren wanted. Lauren wanted a stable future where she would not be the victim of poverty or unhappiness, but most of all where she would not be the victim of "what if" because she had watched her mother become the victim of the "what if" and that had devastated her.

Pulling the covers back, Lauren laid down in her bed, and recalled her childhood as she drifted off to sleep. Lauren had grown up in a family of two, her mother and her. Lauren's father died in a work related accident when she was nine years old, and her mother, a registered nurse, had been forced to raise Lauren on her own. Her childhood was not necessarily hard, but very solitary, and now that her mother was dead, her life felt even lonelier -- a feeling that Lauren would never outwardly admit to. Though Lauren did not have her parents any more, she did have numerous family close to her. Two grandparents, an aunt and uncle, and a few cousins that did their best to look out for Lauren even when sometimes she did not wish them to.

Three days earlier

A tall slender girl with thick blue-black hair that fell straight down her back in a shimmering mass of darkness was seated to the right of a short plump girl with dark eyes and light skin. The two girls were seated in a cheap, but good, Mexican restaurant. The restaurant, Del Taco, was half-full and the lights were turned down low giving it a ghostly appearance. A radio softly played Mexican music in the background.

"You know when my mother died I thought that I couldn't live any more. I was seriously so close to suicide that it's not even funny." Breathing in deeply Lauren pushed her blue-black hair out her eyes and continued, "Everyday I'd wake up and for the first few seconds I'd feel great, and everything in the world would be perfect and in place, but then I'd remember. And realization would hit me so hard it would literally make me choke off of my own tongue."

Looking through the window at light blue sky that was free of clouds, Lauren paused before continuing, "I'd go, why me? Why do I have to have the fucked up life? I hated everyone for so long. And the only thing that kept me going was the thought that it could be worse. I'd picture myself as some pathetic victim in some third world country struggling to survive, and this would make me feel better."

Leaning back in her chair so that the front legs were lifted, Lauren crossed her arms and shock her head, her thick black hair tumbling in her eyes, before saying, "But don't congratulate me for knowing that I don't have it the worst because I wasn't grateful or thankful for not having it the worst; I was just so fucked up in the head that it felt good to know that I wasn't at the bottom." Closing her eyes tightly, Lauren recalled those painful moments of her life with grim displeasure. Opening her eyes, Lauren looked at her cousin and spat, "Yeah I know that makes me a fucked up person to thrive off another's misery, but I tell you misery likes company," pointing her chin Lauren added softly, "and I need it."

"It wasn't fucked up Lauren. You had just lost your mother," Monica said with a slight frown on her face. It was the first thing she had said since Lauren started talking. "I imagine that it's hard losing both parents so early in life," Monica finished.

Smiling at her cousin, Lauren went on, "You know me Monica; I don't talk to people about my feelings." Leaning back so that all four chair legs were firmly on the ground, "I like my secrets and being closed to world."

Looking her cousin dead in the eyes, so that she would understand, Lauren mumbled in a cheerless voice, "But I tell you this all now because it seems time to tell someone, and you're the only person I'd tell." Lowering her eyes, Lauren continued shamelessly, "I want to be happy, but I just cannot see myself being happy, ever. It is like no matter how hard I try to think positive, I just keep thinking bad thoughts, and no matter what I do, I cannot block the thoughts of how my life would be with my mother and father. And I just get so angry, and I start to feel so bad for myself, which is pathetic."

In a kind voice, Monica explained to her cousin, "Which is why I'm here." Patting Lauren on the back, Monica continued in a soft voice, "You know grandma is worried about you...all alone up here not talking to anyone."

Blinking her eyes, Lauren tried to suppress the sob that was fighting to escape, but a single tear followed by a trail of others defeated her. Lauren could feel the heartache coming back. The pain was as fresh as it was a year ago, building up from the bottom of her stomach, slowing rising until its blanket wrapped around her soul, pushing out all the happy thoughts and replacing her insides with an empty lost feeling that reminded her of a shattered sea shell that was once beautiful but now lonely and broken. Like the seashell, her broken bits were soft and brittle, but not from the sand that smooth its edges, but from the heartache of loving someone so much that it cost an utmost of strength to continue without them.

Finding her composure, Lauren wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, and sniffled, "I mean, I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself. I'm not the one dead. I should be making the most of my life while I have it. I'm tired of being angry all the time. I want to work on being happy," waving her hands in the air while wiping her eyes, "So I do things that are going to make me happy. People call me selfish, but they need to fucking understand that I spent a year of my life in a deep depression wanting to die. Wanting to fucking die! And if I'm selfish for wanting to live my life now I'll be a selfish bitch who's no longer hiding in my room praying a bullet hits me in the head."

In a hard voice, Lauren stood up and , "My mother died not knowing what life held for her. She died from cancer not being able to try all the things she wanted to, and I could die that way, but I'll be damned if I'll go out not knowing. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me, or think that I'm ungrateful for my life, but I am going to do whatever the hell I want to do, and tell them that!" Raising her voice a little Lauren shoo with anger as she finished, "Monica, you tell them that!"

The Present

Opening her eyes, Lauren looked at the clock that was sitting on the nightstand next to her bed, and mumbled a few curse words that even a trucker would be ashamed of. It read 1:43. She had been asleep for no more than forty minutes, and yet she could not fall back asleep. Throwing the covers back, Lauren got up from her bed and walked over to the door that lead to her bathroom. Opening the door, Lauren ran her hand across the wall until she hit the light switch. Flipping it on, Lauren let her eyes adjust to the light before walking over to the sink. Turning the water on, she cupped her hands under the chilly flow and splashed her face with the water. Rubbing her eyes, Lauren looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her smooth brown skin the color of milk chocolate, huge wide light dreamy brown eyes that were puffy from lack of sleep, a delicate button nose -- small and feminine, and a full bottom lip that was slightly bigger than the top. Lauren's face was heart shape and kind of pie-like, her chin pointed out a bit, giving her an intimidating look, all this was framed by thick jet black hair that hung straight and shiny slightly past her shoulders with a deep side bang that was constantly being pushed out of her right eye.

Turning the water off, Lauren walked out of her bathroom, back into her room, and sat down on her bed. Flashbacks of a few nights ago were keeping her up, and the nagging feeling at the bottom of her stomach kept pushing up. Memories flowed through her mind of Ryan's thick eyebrows that barely had any arch to them, his silken gray eyes so light they were almost transparent, his lengthy lashes that curved upwards in an almost feminine fashion, and his perched lips that glistened with the shine of their last shared kiss. He was a work of art.

Scrunching her face up, Lauren wondered what Ryan was thinking right now. Was he seriously displeased with her for running away and failing to call, or even answer his calls for the last seven days? Did he think her to be a coward who did not know what she wanted, or an easy girl who made louse of sexual activities? Lauren could deal with him thinking her to be easy, but it hurt her for him to think her to be a coward. On the other hand, Lauren wondered if Ryan even thought of her any more. Lauren figured he probably gave up on her and moved on to a more passive girl who seemed more of his type, and this thought was the nagging feeling that kept moving on up.

No longer able to take the silence and the battle of her own thoughts, Lauren jumped up off her bed and began pacing her room, "I am an idiot. What an idiot. I'm such a fucking loser." Stopping dead in her tracks, Lauren put her hands on her hips, grimaced lightly, and shock her head before continuing pacing around her empty bedroom. "A guy likes me and I ruin it by walking out. What was I thinking? Stupid, stupid fucking loser." Slapping her forehead with a thud, Lauren continued, "Cannot believe I ruined something like that. What a moron, cannot find a bigger moron than myself. But I'm not begging." Shaking her head so that her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, she muttered again, "I'm not begging."

Turning around, Lauren continued in drier voice, "No sirree not me. Of course, I am not going to beg." Stopping dead in her tracks, Lauren stated the question as though it deserved a well thought out answer, "What do I look like begging?" Sighing to herself Lauren plopped herself on her bed with resignations. "No use talking to myself like a moron," she muttered.

It was as though a light that had never made an appearance, nor had any spark to it, went off in her head, allowing Lauren to know all the answers that had plagued her the last few days. She now knew why she left, and she knew what she needed to do to set things right. Jumping up, Lauren assured herself with new strength, "Okay that's why I did it," clasping her hands together, "I did it because I cannot do a relationship. I am a coward."

Striding across her crowded room, Lauren unclasped her hands, and muttered with lots of dignity in her voice, "Not at this time in my life. I know I cannot deal with it. Just cannot handle that type of shit at this stage in my life. Things happen. People want commitments and I have too much on my mind to deal with that."

Abruptly stopping in her tracks, Lauren closed her eyes tightly and breathed in deeply before opening them and saying, "Yes, that's it. Just can't handle it." Stopping short from lack of breath, part two of the realization hit Lauren, "and now I have to call him." Placing a hand over her heart in a dramatic style, "Oh G-d, I have to call him."

Lauren was starting to feel sick, and frankly, she was talking herself hoarse. "Wait, I can't call him, that's extremely tacky, and I am by no means tacky ... I'll just have to go see him." Grabbing her jacket, helmet, and keys Lauren ran out her door without a second thought.

~~~~

"What the hell do you think you're doing banging on my door at this time?" Ryan's sharp response greeted her through the thick chilly air that engulfed both of them in a cold piercing blanket.

Lauren was holding her motorcycle helmet in her right hand, it dangled at her side, her left hand, still held in mid air from a previous knock on the door, when it hit her. The sight of Ryan's exposed chest and defined legs covered in specks of hair immensely turned Lauren on, and when she should have felt strong and determined, Lauren all of a sudden felt giddy and weak. All at once, Lauren lost her nerve and it seemed as though all the air had been sucked out of her and was now being replaced with raw emotion. It scared her, and Lauren did not like being scared, nor did she like being speechless and both were happening at once.

Opening her mouth, Lauren stared at him blankly lost for words, and his unfazed stare grinded into her causing her to shift uncomfortably in her stance. Why was it that Ryan often had her lost for words? It was as though all words failed Lauren when she stared into a gaze belonging to Ryan. Lauren figured that he was probably the only person who left her speechless, and this was something that greatly irked her. Why should she be the one turning into butter every time she saw him? Was it ever possible for her to see Ryan and truly be able to say what she felt without being lost for words or coming off as an arrogant ass?

And why did she have so many feelings for Ryan? He was not rough, rugged, or mysterious like so many of the men she had been attracted to. Ryan was purposeful, sharp, witty, and sarcastic. He had an haughty air to him. He was the type of man that could look damn good in a suit, and hold a cigar in his hand with ease as though its only purpose was to hold that cigar. His stride was condescending, distinguished, and decisive, but it was almost graceful. He had the ability to walk as gracefully as a cat, and pounce on his victims as its feline cousin the panther. He was savvy, oh so savvy. He could tell you something that you knew for sure was a lie, but have you believing it twenty minutes later. If Ryan had a British accent and was blond, Lauren would have sworn he was Daniel Craig's James Bond in disguise. And here she was in the midst of him, standing with her mouth open like a lost puppy.

Shaking her head in slow motion as a swimmer with water stuck in their ears would, Lauren closed her mouth that was hanging open before saying, "Nice to see you too." It was uttered a little too saucy and sarcastic even for herself. Ryan glared at her, and she instantly regretted her sharp remark because she knew comments like those were part of the coming off as an "arrogant ass" moments.

"Can we talk?" Lauren asked warily. Lauren tried to remember what she came here for. She did not want to argue with Ryan, that was not her goal, but she did not want to give him false hope. Surely, he should know that they could never possibly have a relationship together. She did want to save their friendship.

"No," he jeered bluntly. Looking into Ryan's eyes, Lauren could see how cold they were. They reflected something in them that was not even there when they were the best of enemies, disgust.

"Excuse me?" Lauren shrilled, scandalized. Her heart was starting to break. This was the reason she always told herself relationships were lame, but what was she to expect from a man with so much pride. A man that was probably used to doing the leaving, not the one being left. She understood why he was mad, but she certainly did not understand the need to take it this far. In her mind, she was only half-wrong for leaving because she knew it was rude, and that was all she would admit to. Lauren did not feel as though she was obligated to stay. They were friends, not lovers, and they had both been drinking that night. Lauren did not know why he could not understand that.

"What do you want?" he snorted impatiently. All Lauren could do was stare. As much as she willed her lips to move, her mouth would not work. Tapping his bare foot with an air of impatience, "Well?" he demanded gray eyes glaring at her.

Keeping her face controlled, Lauren put on a hard front, "I just said I wanted to talk, dumbass, so that means that I want to talk." Past the heartbreak, Lauren was starting to become angry. For one it was cold out; secondly, she did not make it a habit to apologize to people who clearly did not want to accept her apology; and lastly, her emotions were making her mad.

Lauren watched as Ryan's eyes narrowed, she could see the anger swell up in him, and she knew the anger was well deserved, but still she did want to avoid a confrontation because a confrontation with Ryan always somehow ended up with her storming out like the brainless loser.

Looking him in the eyes, Lauren objected faintly, "Look, please just give me the opportunity to talk."

In Ryan's eyes, she saw something like defeat, and she knew she had won. Stepping aside to let her in, "I suppose you could have talked a few days ago," Ryan grumbled as he motioned for her to come in.




A Difference in Politics Ch. 02



Walking inside, Lauren placed her helmet on the sofa, and continued to follow Ryan. "Indeed, but I didn't have much to say, considering I did not know how I felt," Lauren confessed speaking as honest as possible.

Ryan came to a halt in the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out two cans of coke. Motioning for Lauren to sit down in the chair beside him, he handed her a can, and sighed, "I suppose you have a reason for banging on my door at this time?" 

Ryan seemed to be calm. He was staring at her, and it took all of Lauren's self-control not to betray herself by giving in. People in control did not bend. They stood their ground and accomplished their goals. This was what Lauren thought as she continued to stare coolly at Ryan as though he did not affect her, when in all actuality her insides were bubbling with a bottomless panic accompanied by guilt.

Opening the can, Lauren took a sip before muttering more to herself than Ryan, "I didn't realize I had to have a reason to visit a friend." Looking up at the popcorn ceiling Lauren drew pictures in it to take her mind off the anger that was sure to come because fear made Lauren angry.

"Visiting a friend," he snorted. "You're far from acting like a friend, Lauren," he chided spitting her name out as though it was a disease, "I'm surprised you can comprehend the meaning of friendship."

Slamming down her can so that a bit of her coke spilled over, "You are rude," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Now tell me something I don't know." Staring into her, "Are you going to say I'm heartless, arrogant, and condescending? Or do you have new words to enhance your already limited vocabulary?" he taunted coldly.

"Back to the childish insults. I thought we were past that," she snarled coldly. Shifting in her chair Lauren did the only thing she could do, she glared at him. Her face and neck were hot with anger, and it was taking all of her self control not to punch Ryan's arrogant self in the mouth. How could she be so retarded to think that she could ever savage anything between her and a man as heartless and conceited as Ryan?

Rolling his eyes, Ryan leaned back in his seat and snapped, "I'm not able to speak freely?"

"Like you would ever consider censoring yourself to spare the feelings of someone else," laughing cruelly, "You don't consider anyone's feelings."

Throwing his arms in the air, "What a hypocrite you are!"

Lauren was passed mad. She was seething, and she was surprised steam was not blowing from her head similar to an old cartoon character. She did not come here to be insulted, but here she was being snubbed as though she was worth no more than a two-dollar hooker on a street corner.

Gripping all the self-control over her actions she could muster, Lauren acted with words, "Oh fuck you Ryan," eyes blazed she continued, "did you really care?" Anger was swelling up inside of her giving her the inability to see straight, but seeing Ryan did not matter much because hearing him was so much more important, "Or is it your pride that's hurt?

And now it seemed to be Ryan's turn to become angry. His gray eyes had turned a darker shade, they were cold, hard, and as flat as a lake without waves, "Oh yeah because I'm such the heartless bastard!"

"Nothing that you don't portray yourself to be," Lauren spat, "and I didn't come here to be insulted, so save the insults."

"So why the hell did you come here, or have you decided yet to tell me?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened," hushing him up with a hand before he could say anything to make her too mad to continue she hurried, "Look Ryan, I just wanted to explain to you that we were both a little drunk," continuing hesitantly, "and I'm sure you've had a lot of drunken nights with a lot of girls."

Lowering her eyes so that she was not looking at him, Lauren fiddled with the necklace that she was wearing before saying, "Come on Ryan, I've heard of your reputation," looking up at him, she continued in a harder tone, "so please don't pull the innocent and hurt act with me." Looking up at the ceiling again, Lauren noted the pretty fairy that was dangling from a tree. Lauren wished she could be as free as that fairy seemed to be, floating high in the sky, never having to land for its wings would carry it to its hearts destination.

"What do you want me to say, that I haven't hooked up with women before?" Ryan's eyes were cloudy, a shady that Lauren could not place. His back was stiff, and his hands were flat against the table. He looked as though it troubled him to speak of his emotions, but she knew she needed to press him.

Averting her stare from the dangling fairy, Lauren's eyes lingered on Ryan for a moment before saying coldly, "No, I want you to be honest with me, and stop playing the hurt victim role."

Losing all self-composure that he previously held, Ryan yelled, "What do you think this is, an act Lauren? That I am some fucking monster incapable of feelings?" Ryan had a tough hard look on his face, his mouth was set in a thin line, his gray eyes were blazed and fierce, and the unusual profanity use made Lauren flinch. "Do you think I just decided to waste my time with a girl I don't have any feelings for?" Seeing Ryan angry made Lauren lose all control over herself, and everything that she wanted to say to Ryan she knew would be said.

Slamming her fist on the table again, Lauren erupted with newfound anger, "I don't know what your feelings are Ryan! Remember we never discussed them because we never had anything but friendship, so excuse me for leaving when things got a bit out of hand!"

A new emotion was filling Lauren. It felt something like a tingling sensation that made her forget everything else but what was going on right there. As right as Ryan was about how she never considered him to have feelings, it still hurt her for him to think she could be so heartless, and she felt ashamed for her thoughtlessness.

"A bit out of hand?" Ryan asked in a new voice that Lauren could not place. Not looking at her, Ryan's voice turned quiet, "Do you regret what happened that night?" After a few moments without an answer, a few moments that seemed like a few minutes, the silence was all too much for her and apparently him, but Lauren could not move her tongue off the roof of her mouth because she knew her answer was not apart of the plan. She knew she did not regret it, but she would be damned it she told Ryan that.

Looking at Ryan, Lauren plainly noticed that the control Ryan had practiced so diligently a few moments ago had all but departed. It was being replaced with cool unmanageable anger. Slamming his right first on the table Ryan yelled, "DO YOU REGRET WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?"

Calming down almost instantly he managed to say softly, "I expect honesty."

Looking at Lauren it was clear that she was unfazed by his show of anger. Her profile was rigid, eyes staring blankly at him, mouth set in a haughtily line, hands clasped in a schoolgirl fashion, and face blank from all emotion when she insisted, "I don't know. Yes and no, I suppose."

"You suppose Lauren," he sneered, "I'm asking for honesty not a beat around the bush."

"I'm not beating around the bush, Ryan," Lauren interjected while unclasping her hands. Rubbing her neck, Lauren turned her eyes away from Ryan. She did not want to have this conversation with him. This was not what she planned.

"Then say what you feel. Say the first damn thing that comes to your mind!" Ryan pressed.

"It's not that easy, Ryan." Slumping in her seat, Lauren ran her fingers through her hair before looking back up at the ceiling. How could she tell him her feelings without sounding maudlin? How could she put herself out there and possibly risk her feelings? These were the thoughts that swarmed Lauren's head as she stared at Ryan.

"I like our friendship. It's something concrete." Looking Ryan in the eyes, Lauren pleaded with her large light brown eyes for him to understand, "You don't understand my life Ryan. I don't make friends easily, so I want to hold on to the few that I have."

"If you like what we shared, what's the prob —" he started, but Lauren interrupted him.

"I do like what we shared, but it won't work out. Ryan, I know it won't." Picking a strand of her hair Lauren nervously twirled it.

"I'm missing something," he gaped at her with an open mouth.

Letting go of her hair, "I can't do relationships," Lauren reasoned slowly.

Wrinkling his eyes, and closing his mouth only to open it again in a disbelieving manner, Ryan shook his head and mouthed, "Why not?" as though he was seriously confused and she was seriously a retard.

"Oh, I don't know. They just never end up working out, and I suffocate easily," waving her hands in dismissal, "We'd be together for a few minutes, and then one of use would hate the other, and our friendship would be gone," she fretted.

"Lauren, I'm not asking for a relationship," he began slowly, "we can still remain close friends, and just see where it goes from there." Grabbing her hands, Ryan made her look at him and assured, "I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do," laughing bitterly, "I just want to know where this is going and how you feel. I don't like being left in the dark when it comes to my feelings." Pausing, as though it hurt to continue, Ryan pointed out with a timid smile, "I do have feelings." His eyes, silently attacking were now so light of a gray they were almost pale blue, and she knew she was facing a grim defeat, to add to all of that, his hands were warm and felt strong and reassuring.

It all sounded nice to Lauren, but she still could not imagine it working out. Though not wanting to sound as though she was the heartless bastard she had portrayed him to be, Lauren silently agreed to take it slow. "Perhaps we can be friends and later work on being something else," she suggested. This was something that Lauren could actually deal with. Friends with Ryan was something that she figured would work out. She would get to see the guy that she was falling for, but she would not have to subject herself to disappointment, suffocation, and hurt that could potentially happen in a relationship with two people so incredibly different. When the time came for the friendship to advance to romance, she would back out.

They were still holding hands, and it felt awkward. Not wanting to yank her hands from his because it felt rude, Lauren slightly pulled one of her hands from his, grabbed her soda, and took a swig, though this did not free the other hand, which was still tightly in his grip.

"Can I have my hand back?" she asked staring down at their intertwined hands. The contrast was rather stunning: hers were small, dark, and soft, his were large, pale, and rough. "It's starting to make my hand sweat," Lauren confessed.

Ryan let go of her hand, gazed at her for a moment before getting up and tossing his can away. Turning towards her, he opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but closed it before words could escape. Lauren wondered what he was thinking, but disregarded it for another time. Getting up from the table, Lauren walked past Ryan to throw away her can. Tossing it in the trash bin, Lauren turned to Ryan and held out her hand, "I take it you don't recycle," she asked in what she hoped to be a warm voice.

Ryan seemed to study Lauren for a moment before putting his hand out, but instead of shaking Lauren's hand, Ryan grabbed hold of her hand, and yanked her into a tight hug. Looking up, Lauren studied Ryan's face as her chest pounded. Such close contact with Ryan made her giddy. Her chest was pounding, her head was becoming light, and her legs were starting to quiver, "Well now, I'm feeling a little woozy," Lauren joked. Still, Ryan did not let her go. Looking down at her, Ryan smirked, opened his mouth and mused, "Do I have that much of an effect on you? I would like to think I do." Letting her go, Ryan placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed the question, "Stay the night Lauren, I don't trust those crazies, and no I don't recycle."

Looking up at Ryan, Lauren noticed how striking he was, his looks were stunning, and they complement one another. He was stylish, but not in a metrosexual way because behind his style was pure masculinity from the light cigar smell, to the rough prickly shadow that wrapped around his cheeks, to his strong athletic build. He oozed sexuality. "I don't know Ryan," laughing she continued, "I wonder if it's a good idea for me to spend the night."

Without missing a beat, Ryan proclaimed convincingly, "We're friends, right?" squeezing her shoulders, "Friends have sleepovers."

Raising an eyebrow, Lauren looked him in the eye and chuckled, "I suppose they do." Letting go of her shoulders, "Come on, we can watch The Mist," he coaxed walking over towards the sitting room.

In a less than eager voice, Lauren replied, "I don't really care for horror movies. They don't sit well with me," but she followed him into the sitting room.

"You'll be alright," grabbing her hand, Ryan dragged her over to the couch, "I can protect you." Plopping down on the seat, he patted for her to sit next to him. Rolling her eyes, Lauren sat down, only realizing how nothing went right when it came to Ryan. He alone seemed to have the ability to talk her into doing anything.

Sitting so close to Ryan, Lauren could feel the heat from his body. Swallowing hard, Lauren tried not to think about Ryan and focused on the TV, which was turned to E! and the old lady with the sex show was on. Directing her attention to the TV, Lauren watched without seeing when the words blurted out, "How to achieve a full orgasm in five minutes."

Stifling a gasp, Lauren went to grab the remote off the table the same time as Ryan did and their hands bumped into each other. Yanking her hand free, Lauren lowered her eyes, and tried to count to ten. She knew this would be a long night. Just the slightest touch from Ryan was turning her into a foolish schoolgirl. She had so much to say to Ryan, and yet so little. The last few months as Ryan's friend was filled with happiness, something that Lauren had grown away from.

Prior to meeting Ryan, Lauren's life was filled with randomness. She would wake up, go to class, work on schoolwork, play cards, and do other daily actives like target shooting and riding her bike to keep her mind off her mother. These things alone past the time and prevented her mind from driving her crazy, but they never solved the issue ... they just pushed her issues out of focus. However, the last month was different. She was happy when she was around Ryan, well at least when she was not think about the union of a relationship, and she truly felt like smiling.

Sighing inwardly, Lauren watched as Ryan put on the movie. It was times like these when Lauren wondered how she worked herself into situations. Turning sidewise, Lauren sprawled out and laid her head in Ryan's lap while she tried to take her mind off the movie, which had just started, by recapping what happened just moments ago. She liked Ryan well enough as a friend, she was attracted to him, and she wanted to be with him, so why could she not allow herself to be in a relationship with him?

Fifteen minutes into the movie and Lauren was already scared; hell, she was petrified. Getting up, Lauren turned to Ryan and declared stiffly, "I think it's time I headed home." She wanted to tell him more, but the unformed words would not release themselves from her mouth. She knew that she was destined to the faith of never being able to spill her inner most feelings to many, and this upset her, but still her mouth remained closed to her secrets.

"What?" he quizzed looking at her as though he had no idea why she was mad, "Lauren, you'd be crazy to ride out in that rain at this time at night."

Turning away from Ryan so that her side profile faced him, Lauren mumbled in a small voice, "I've driven in rain before, that's the least of my worries." The most of her worries were getting away from the horror flick that was scaring the shit out of her.

Ryan, looking up at Lauren cautioned, "Lauren, it's almost four in the morning. Do you know how many crazies can be outside?"

"Yeah, I know!" Lauren yelled at him, she was beginning to become angry. She did not like people telling her what to do, let alone assuming she could not take care of herself.

"I have a better than good idea how many crazies are out at this time considering I just spent the last fifteen minutes watching a moving that is going to give me nightmares for the next three nights!"

Getting up, Ryan quickly walked over to where Lauren was standing, and placed a hand on her shoulder pulling her close. "Is that the problem Lauren, the horror movie?" Rubbing her back as though she were a scared child, which only infuriated Lauren, Ryan tried to lead her back to the couch. When she refused to walk over, Ryan stated in a quit voice, "We don't have to finish watching the movie. I didn't realize it would scare you that much."

Not looking at him Lauren muttered lightly, "Of course you didn't, Ryan, but that still doesn't change the fact that I have to head home."

"How about you stay until the morning, so that you can ride back in the light, and when it's not raining so hard?" Looking at Ryan, Lauren noticed that he actually looked concerned for her safety. This alone was the reason she decided to stay. It felt good to have someone outside her family genuinely care about her safety. It made her feel special and wanted.

Hunching her shoulders, Lauren walked back over towards Ryan, and let him take her in his arms. The stood like that a few seconds before he walked her over to his bedroom.

"If you want me to lie on the floor Lauren, I will," Ryan offered while digging in his drawer. Shaking her head, Lauren watched as he pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He handed them to Lauren. Grabbing them, Lauren laid them on the bed and proceeded to take her clothes off excepted her bra and panties. Putting on Ryan's belongings, Lauren noticed that Ryan had already climbed into bed. When she was done, she climbed in beside him, and laid there for about thirty minutes when she realized he was asleep.

Snuggling closer to Ryan, Lauren turned over on her back before turning over on her stomach again. It was impossible for her to go to sleep at this time, and not only that, but her mind kept turning towards the half-naked guy lying right beside her. Sighing, Lauren turned over again and tried to clear her mind. It did not work. Realizing that there was no way she was going to sleep she figured a harmless sex fantasy about Ryan would not harm her; perhaps it would clear her mind in the end. She imagined Ryan penetrating her for the first time but before she could imagine any further she stopped herself by realizing that sex dream would only make sleeping next to him harder.

Running her hand over his naked back, Lauren closed her eyes tightly and tried mentally to stop herself from rubbing his back, but somehow it was as though her mind was not working with her hand, and her hand stayed on his back. Ryan's skin was soft, and it only added to the heat that was burning in her. She could feel herself becoming wet, and it irritated the hell out of her that she could not control a simple emotion.

"What are you doing?" Ryan's foggy voice came through the dark.

"Nothing," she whispered back at him. Lauren felt Ryan turn over so that he was facing her. Opening her eyes, she stared at him meekly before saying, "Can't sleep."

"You can't sleep, so you decide to rub my back?" he snapped with all the fogginess gone from his voice.

"Yeah," she replied lamely. Ryan turned back around so that his back was once again facing her. Feeling at lost for words, Lauren put her hands back on Ryan's back and traced circles on it to kill the time, and also to get Ryan to turn back around.




A Difference in Politics Ch. 02



"Lauren!" Ryan half yelled as he turned back around only moments after turning around. Chuckling to herself Lauren kept her face controlled.

Already knowing the answer, Lauren turned to him and demanded, "What?" It was a question she asked in place of not knowing what else to say, but not daring to give a hint that she was enjoy his frustrations.

"It's four thirty in the morning, and I can't sleep when you keep drawing on my back with your fingers. Do it again, and I swear I'm going to kick you out and make you sleep on the couch." Ryan turned back around with a humph, and once again Lauren was faced with her own wandering thoughts. God, even her thoughts bored her at four o'clock in the morning, and she was starting to realize just how fickle she was because one minute she was telling herself that she could get over Ryan and the next minute she wanted to jump on him without a second thought.

"Ryan?" Lauren asked in a quiet voice.

"What, Lauren?" Ryan's more than annoyed voice came from the darkness. His voice was rigid, his tone harsh, and his back was in a stiff line. Looking at Ryan, Lauren knew she did not have much longer to push it.

"What do you think about Obama?"

"I am not discussing politics with you at four in the morning!" he barked in a dreadful voice.

"Excuse me," Lauren sassed rolling her eyes. Bringing her knees up to her chest Lauren turned around so that her back was facing his back and closed her eyes, but the air was hot against her skin causing it to moisten, and the street light outside reflected red lights on the inside of her close lids, and then there was the heaving half naked man right besides her. Those things, along with her wondering mind, were keeping her awake.

Pulling her legs down from her chest, Lauren turned back around and moved closer toward Ryan so that she was directly behind him, her chest against his back. However, she was still hot, and no matter which way she turned the heat was still getting to her. At this point, Lauren did not care if she had to sleep topless to stop sweating. Grabbing the hem of her shirt Lauren pulled it off as quietly and smoothly as she could.

Turning around so that he was facing Lauren, Ryan asked in a stiff voice, "Are you topless?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Lauren answered in a casual voice, "Yeah." Rolling her eyes Lauren silently wondered what the big deal with tits and guys was. She supposed she would never know.

After a long pause, "Can you unsnap my bra, Ryan?" Lauren asked.

"Why?" He asked turning over.

"It's hot," she muttered feeling rather harassed, "and I'm used to sleeping without a shirt in the hot weather," Lauren continued feeling the need to defend her actions.

"And so you don't mind if I see you topless?"

"They're just boobs Ryan and you've seen me topless before," Lauren maintained rolling her eyes in the dark. Turning so that her back was facing Ryan again, Lauren waited for him to unhook her bra. After a few seconds, she felt his hands, soft and warm; lightly touch her back smoothly unhooking her bra as though he had done it a million times. Grabbing it, she tossed it on the floor and turned around so that they were facing each other.

Staring him in the eyes, Lauren searched is gray eyes for something that would give her a clue to what he was thinking, she found nothing. He was a closed journal, locked and bestowed. Deciding speech would break the ice, she said in a hoped to be confident voice, "Besides, it's not as though you can see my tits with the blanket covering them."

Turning around, Ryan turned the lamp on so that after a few moments everything came into focus in the room. Turning back to face Lauren, Ryan rubbed his eyes and yawned, "You've kept me up for the last few hours, and I believe you'll keep me up for longer; I'll see your tits if I want to, considering you have them out for show." His voice was curt and had a finality to it.

"You will, will you?" Lauren snorted in a voice she hoped to be strong and resistant.

Ryan leaned over, causing hot waves of lust and fear to flow through Lauren's body and declared in a husky voice, "Lauren, you've kept me up on purpose. I can only image what you want from me. I don't know how strong you think my resistance is, but I will respect you by telling you that if you continue to lay here topless I don't know if I can control myself."

Lauren's eyes widened and she felt a shiver pass through her whole body before Ryan continued, "I won't force you to do anything, but by you staying here you're giving me permission. For god's sake Lauren, you know I want you, and you lay in my bed topless!"

Opening her mouth, Lauren closed it right away because she realized he had a point. But somewhere the argumentative part in her came out, and her tongue got the best of her, "Yeah and you're gonna make me do something," allowing her voice to become saucier, "I'd like to see you try that Ryan."

"Didn't you learn your lesson last time, Lauren?" Ryan asked in a cynical voice, "Wrestling isn't your forte, Lauren."

Perhaps it was the, "anything you can do I can do better" in her that made Lauren act, or maybe it was the dripping sarcasm that was laced in his remark that made her want to forget that she was one hundred and thirty pounds to his one eighty, that she was not a state wrestler like he was, and that she was not topless in his bed.

The covers thrown, sheets tossed aside, they were tousling back and forth. She was putting in all her might, he was putting less than half of his, her eyes were glaring his were laughing -- It was a sight that any porn production company would pay millions to recap, only it was not sexual, yet.

Fed up with losing, and partially out of breath, Lauren decided to throw in a dirty trick. "Ouch Ryan," Lauren screamed trying to sound convincing, turning over she faked a whimper, and got the result she wanted. Ryan, concerned, turned around allowing his body to be ready for attack, and asked in a concerned voice, "Lauren, are you okay, did I hurt you very badly?" As quick as a cat, Lauren pounced on him and attacked pinning his arms, and laughing all the while.

"Gotcha!" she screamed out. She had tackled him so that her body was on top of his, and her breasts were, without much of her knowledge, but too much of his, dangling in his face. The sexual tension did not hit her until she shifted her position and caught a feel of his incredibly hard member, which abruptly stopped her laughter. For what seemed like hours, they stood staring at one another silently with only their heavy breathing making noises, but were only mere seconds. It was then that Lauren finally found it in her to say, "Are you going to keep staring at my chest, Ryan?" Lauren's voice was low, and it vibrated in her throat.

"Yes," Ryan whispered never taking his gray eyes off her chest that was heaving up and down to her heavy random breathing. Leaning down, Lauren hovered her face super close to Ryan's, licked her lips, and placed a light kiss on his neck before leaning back up.

No longer able to control what she was feeling, Lauren grabbed his hand, pushed it down her wet panties, and placed his finger in the inside of her vagina so that he could feel how wet she was. Ryan stirred around a few moments before yanking his hand free. Turning around so that he was facing her, Ryan's face was unreadable, eyes closed he panted, "I thought you wanted to be friends?"

Opening her mouth to answer, Lauren's voice came out heavy, "I do want to be friends." Finally opening his eyes, Ryan reached out with his right hand and lightly placed it on Lauren's breast. Tracing the outline of her areola, Ryan softly tweaked Lauren's nipple between his fingers causing Lauren to moan. "What about our friendship?" Ryan's voice caught Lauren by surprise, she was too busy enjoying the sensation of Ryan's touch on her now swollen nipple to fully care about the question. Her only concern, at the moment, was to continue to feel the lovely sensation that Ryan was inflecting on her.

Leaning down to kiss his neck, without looking at him, Lauren insisted in a voice so low Ryan probably had to strain to hear, "We can still be friends." Kissing his ear, his chin, and his cheek Lauren continued, "I'd like us to remain friends."

"Are you going to leave in the middle of the night, Lauren?" he asked in an urgent voice that displaced more emotion than Lauren believed Ryan would ever tell in words.

Shaking her head, Lauren wiggled out of her bottoms and panties. Pulling her face down, Lauren looked him in the eyes for a few seconds while slowly grinding on him. She could feel him poking her and the friction was driving her crazy. Lauren's fluids were leaking onto his bottoms. Licking her lips, she leaned down and trailed kisses down the side of his face stopping close to his ear where she whispered in a tight voice, "Ryan, I want you to fuck me." She felt Ryan's hold tighten on her waist, and she saw his eyes darken with lust.

"Tell me how bad you want me," Ryan ordered a twinkle in his gray eyes.

"Real bad, Ryan." Lauren had never begged in her life for sex, but from the look in his eyes, she knew that he was the type of person that would stop cold turkey in the act until she was screaming his name out.

In a matter of seconds, Ryan had turned her over so that he was on top, his face close to hers and lowered himself down south.

Looking up at her, his gray eyes heavy, Ryan parted her lips slightly and breathed heavily on her womanhood. Gripping the sheets so tight her hands started to shake, Lauren noticed that Ryan's face was transfixed right above her sex, it was unbearable. And then she felt it, Lauren felt soft delicate kisses on the inside of her vagina. The feeling stimulated her so much that her legs instantly closed around his face. Prying them apart, Ryan gently rubbed his nose in her sex causing her to gasp out loud and allowing her juices to flow all over his face.

Not knowing what else was to come, Lauren loosed her grip on his bed sheets and breathed in deep as she felt him move from kissing her womanhood to licking it in long sensual strokes. He was licking up and down the length of her pussy. Slowly he licked at first, then his tongue became fast and persistent. He was causing her to convulse. Using the length of his tongue, Ryan added pressure to her womanhood prodding her swollen area so that she shouted out in pleasure. Her screams made him smile.

Sucking on her clit, Ryan used his thumb to stimulate her area. Lauren could not control herself. She was whimpering and panting with pleasure. Using his index finger to press on directly on her clit, Ryan hit the spot causing Lauren to scream out loud. Her head was fuzzy and she felt as though if she leaked any more she would need an IV. She could feel the pressure building up; and with her back arched, eyes closed, mouth half way open, Lauren felt like she was on cloud nine. How could this get better she wonder as she withered beneath him, but some how it did. Sliding first his index finger in, and then his middle inside, Ryan began pumping them slowly in and out while blowing on her clit. In and out he pumped while he blew.

Eyes glued to Lauren, Ryan asked in a thick voice, "You want me to beat this pussy to a pulp, don't you Lauren?"

"Yes," she whimpered she watch him move farther down her body. Lauren would have never guessed that he was a dirty talker. He seemed so proper, so conservative.

"You're such a bad girl Lauren; do you want me to treat you like a naughty girl who needs a punishment?" Unable to answer, Lauren simply nodded, but this was not enough for Ryan. Withdrawing his finger, causing Lauren to whimper loud, he demanded, "Do you want me to fuck you like you're a bad girl Lauren, I need a spoken answer?" His eyes were cloudy and his voice was commanding.

"Yes, Ryan!" Lauren cried out, "Please...don't stop!" Injecting three fingers this time, Ryan began to pump into Lauren's sex with a new found force. Her body was shaking, her mind was sporadic and fuzzy, and her sex was hot and incredibly wet. She could feel it building up in her; it was a tidal wave slapping against her making her dizzy. She was floating in its wave, and the pressure that was building up in her was pure bliss. This was what she wanted. This was what she had been denying herself the last few days; a feeling of pure ecstasy that she wanted to stay forever.

She was screaming, loud. She heard herself screaming Ryan's name, and wondered what her neighbors would think; hell she wondered what his roommate would think because surely they heard her; she was certain three blocks down people heard her -- maybe even people in fucking China heard her. Trying to control her screaming, Lauren closed her mouth tightly and bit down on her bottom lip. If she screamed this loud when he was only using his fingers what the hell would it be like when his penis was actually involved.

Lauren's legs were quivering when Ryan slowed the motion of his fingers and demanded, "I want you to squirt for me Lauren." It was as though a spell had been cast on her because as soon as he had requested that she had like magic started squirting all over Ryan's hand, something she had never done before. The power of Ryan's words alone was unreal. It was as though the dirtier he talked the hotter she became, and he knew it and acted on it.

Lauren's body was completely limp, and just when she thought it could not get any better, Ryan was climbing on top of her kissing her neck, her cheek, and even her eyelids ever so gentle. "Lauren," he whispered in her ear, "are you sure about this?" Looking him in the face, Lauren was unable to speak, and so she nodded her head. Was she not just telling her cousin how she wanted to be happy? Would not this make her happy, temporality it may, but certainly, she could not turn it down, correction she would not turn it down. Not now when her hair was plastered to her face, when her body was limp from the most powerful orgasm she had ever received, when her cautious mind was acting on its own, and when she knew more pleasure was sure to come. Not now, and maybe not ever could she turn down Ryan. He was winning her over.

Leaning up off her, Ryan turned around and fumbled with something on his nightstand before turning back around. It was a condom. Thankfully, at least one of them was in a right state of mind.

Lauren watched as he fumbled to put the condom on; his hands, moving too fast to put it on right, perhaps he too was excited for what was more to come, certainly his hands were proving so. Finally putting it on, Ryan turned to Lauren looking her in the eyes, but saying nothing. It did not matter to her, his eyes told all. Closing her eyes, Lauren waited for the moment his manhood entered her sex, and then it happened. It felt glorious. Wonderful could not describe the feeling that Lauren felt because it was beyond that. It was like eating warm apple pie; except only better, and it's fucking hard to be better than warm apple pie.

Ryan was pumping into her slowly at first, his hips were moving to a rhythmic pace. The air around them was sticky, and the slapping of their two bodies meeting was surprisingly welcoming but in a matter of moments Ryan was pulling out of her. Turning her around so that her ass was in the air, Ryan inserted himself from behind and started to pump into her at an exceedingly fast pace. The bed was rocking loud, her couche was vibrating contracting against his penis as she felt another orgasm build up inside of her.

"Do you know how many times I wanted to smack you? How many times I had to tell myself that you're a girl, and how I would never hit a girl? And now do you realize how good it feels to be able to know that I can get you back? You're going to tell me that this pussy is mine, and you're going to say it as if you mean it," he demanded breathlessly.

"Who is your daddy?" he demanded in a tight voice. Opening her closed eyes slightly Lauren realized he had to be joking. Turning her neck so that she could look him in the eyes, she realized that he wasn't joking. He had a starry-eyed look and his mouth was half opened emitting irregular breaths of air.

"What?" Lauren asked, all too dumbfound.

Pulling out and stopping, Ryan repeated his question firmly, "Who is your daddy?" The sensation that was building up in Lauren's sex all but stopped, causing her eyes to flutter in disbelief. "Answer me Lauren, who is your daddy?"

"You," Lauren gritted breathlessly. Whatever it took to bring back the incredible feeling that Ryan was causing Lauren would do, and if this was payback, Lauren welcomed it with seething arms.

"What's my name?" And Lauren was screaming his name without second thought, and it went on that way until he could no longer dictate what was happening because he was busting inside the condom and they both collapsed falling into a bliss sleep.

~~~

Rolling over on her stomach, Lauren placed the pillow over her head to stop the sunlight from meeting her eyes that was slipping in through the cracks of the cream-colored blinds. Just one more hour of sleep was all Lauren need to feel refreshed, but the hateful sun was at its tricks again. Rolling over on her side, Lauren closed her eyes even tighter physically trying to block the sunlight out, but all she saw were red stars. Sighing, Lauren gave up her fight against the sun and rolled over on her back opening her eyes. She was in a large bed alone, and it hit her.

"Dear god, what did I do?" she muttered to herself. Throwing the covers off her, she rubbed her eyes remembering what had happened hours earlier. She had completely let go of everything, and ended up actually feeling purely happy, not a light happiness that would fade within a few minutes, but a blissful golden happiness the reached the bottom of her soul and splatter her insides with its richness. This was a feeling that Lauren had not felt in long time, and it felt good and proper to feel it.

Scrabbling out of the bed, Lauren tripped over a large shoe and cursed loudly. Cursing her luck while hopping on one foot, Lauren rubbed her big toe that was pounding, hopped over to Ryan's personal bathroom, and turned on the light. Looking in the mirror, Lauren gingerly put down her foot that was still pounding before noticing that she was a pathetic mess.

Her long thick jet-black hair that was usually always in place, was no longer the silken mass of raven beauty; but was a wild, tangled, and frizzy mess sticking up in every which direction. Her eyes, still large and light, were puffy and heavy from lack of sleep. She looked like a nightmare. Turning on the water, Lauren tried to scrub her face as best as possible. Turning the water off, Lauren patted her hair down in a lame attempt before leaving the bathroom.

Walking into the bedroom, Lauren saw that Ryan had entered. "I have to go," she announced smiling at him, "I look terrible; I don't have a toothbrush and my breath stinks; I don't have a brush or comb and look at my hair," she told patting her hair. "I can't walk around your house like this, and G-d only knows how I smell," lowering her voice so that she whispered the last part, "considering the sex we had last night."

Pulling her close, Ryan smiled at her, "There is a Walgreen right next door to this complex. I can grab you a toothbrush, brush, and you can shower and change into my clothes," he volunteered. Winking at her Ryan went on, "I'm sure I can find something for you." Lauren was about to protest, when Ryan bent down his eyes flickering, "Spend the day with me Lauren. What harm would it do? We can have great fun on our own."

Smiling up at him, Lauren gave in and chuckled, "I suppose with those things I could stay a few more hours."

"Great," he exclaimed eyes twinkling down at her, "I can go grab them right now." Letting her go he smiled at her before leaving the room.




A Difference in Politics Ch. 02



When Ryan came back Lauren used the items he had purchase for her to clean up, and afterwards they sat in the kitchen eating a meal that Ryan had cooked for the two of them.

Chewing his food thoughtfully he pondered quietly, "So what are we Lauren, fuckbuddies?"

Grimacing at the word, Lauren put down her fork and turned to him, "You make it sound so derogatory."

"You're trying to pass it off as something it's not," Ryan said lightly before biting into his food.

"Excuse me," Lauren gasped with her large eyes narrowing, fingers of her right hand thumbing against the table, and head shaking. It was the way that he put it so bluntly that was starting to make Lauren's blood boil. Ryan had a way with having her run hot and cold. One minute she was blissful and his to command, and the next she was glaring at him wanting to fight him.

"Excuse you," he said rather calmly, "this is your idea." Continuing to eat his food as though they were discussing the weather he said between bites, "And a terrible idea at that."

Picking up her fork, Lauren decided to play along with his game because she knew Ryan was up to something. Ryan was never this calm when he thought he was right. He must have planned to try to get her to surrender. Twisting her food around Lauren turned and asked, "Why is that?"

"Because these things never work out," clearing his throat, "casual relationships never work out." Lauren noticed that Ryan was staring at her between bites of his food. It was as though he was waiting for her body language to give way to her thoughts, so he could pounce and attach them.

Putting down her fork, Lauren gave up on the act that she could eat and talk about a sore subject. "And you would know because you're a know it all," she praised in a light voice that was dripping in disdain.

Ignoring her insult, "Because I've been in one before," eyes flickering Ryan put down his fork, "and it did not work."

"And let's apply your experience to the world," glaring at him Lauren stabbed her fried egg, "you are relentless."

"What do you mean?" he asked in an innocent voice.

"Don't play games with me Ryan. You acted as though we were going to have a nice breakfast when you all along planned to coerce me."

"Coerce Lauren?" rolling his eyes, "no need to lay the dramatics so thick."

"Once again, you are acting like a pompous know it all."

"Know it all because I'm telling the truth?"

"Know it all because you want this to fail."

Blinking, Ryan asked, "What to fail, Lauren? You said yourself we have nothing."

Lauren stared at him utterly speechless. He had trapped her with her own words. Picking up her fork, Lauren stuffed her face with the hash browns on her plate so that she wouldn't have to answer. She caught Ryan smiling which added to her fury.

Swallowing her food with all the dignity she could muster, "Don't think you've proven anything!" she snapped at him.

And there was his shameless grin again, "Lauren, why fight it?" picking up his fork, "In the end I always get what I want, and I want you."

"So pretentious," she grumbled dryly.

"Confident is a better word," he chuckled shrugging his shoulders, and then he began to eat and so Lauren followed.

They ate in silence until they were both done. "Do you ever break the mold?"

"Yeah sometimes I snort cocaine," Ryan jested in a serious voice that was all of mocking.

"I don't think that's funny," Lauren said glaring at him, "and I was being serious."

"Well," Ryan began slowly, "how do you expect me to answer a question posed by you that is clearly intended as a backhanded insult?"

"I don't know." Wiping her hands she smiled crookedly and teased, "I suppose you're a little predictable, even right down to your name." It was fun talking to Ryan about harmless things.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Ryan asked.

"No, not at all. I suppose not. Though don't you ever get bored? Don't you ever want to break the mold and do something spontaneous?"

"Impulsive, you mean?"

"Something like that," she shrugged.

"Oh, you mean riding a bike and gambling?" Ryan smirked winking at her.

Grinning, Lauren said lofty, "Not necessarily those things, Ryan." Looking him over, Lauren asked a question that she had wondered for a while but kept forgetting to ask, "Do you play golf?"

Snorting loudly Ryan rolled his eyes and spat dryly, "Do I look like a homosexual to you?"

As much as Lauren did not like homosexual jokes it made her laugh.

Turning more towards her, Ryan asked, "Why are you so vulgar Lauren?" Pausing he continued, "It is almost as though your vulgarity is masculine."

"Oh, Ryan, are you not happy that the roles are reversed? I am rather feminine, and I suppose my being vulgar acts as an anger management. If I don't curse I am afraid I will strike."

"As I am all too familiar with," he uttered dryly. Looking her over, Ryan said more to himself than to her, "I suppose we both have our tempers."

"Yes we do, and yours is rather sharp," Lauren recalled eyeing him closely. Lauren wondered how Ryan would react to her critiquing his temper, but he seemed light hearted.

"My temper does get the best of me," he reasoned thoughtfully, "It's funny because a few years ago I had so much self control, and now it just seems like I'm always on edge."

"On edge because of what?"

Scratching his head, "A lot of things. But I suppose it's mostly to do with being around people who do not share my beliefs."

"Ah, yes, and here is the road we meet at where our politics do not agree," Lauren pointed out pensively.

Crossing his arms he looked at her and remarked, "We might as well come out and talk about it."

Looking at him Lauren turned serious, "I suppose you are right, but let's be open and do away with the insults."

"Agreed," he said nodding. "So aside from you not supporting capital punishment, what else do you have a firm stance on?"

Racking her brain, Lauren's palms began to sweat. Why was it so hard for her to list her beliefs calmly and rationally? Was it because she knew the person seated next to her didn't agree with them. Was she nervous because it was important for her to maintain her beliefs yet still have him respect and understand them? What ever the reason, her sweaty palms were starting to shake.

Looking at Ryan, Lauren cleared her throat and began, "The Iraq war, I do not support it now, nor have I ever supported it. Um, the economy -- it's in shambles and I do not believe that a man who admits to being confused by the economy should be our president -- should appoint advisors who will be his lapdogs, should invest billions a dollars a week in a war that has no timeline."

Speaking a little stronger, Lauren looked Ryan in the eyes and ranted without a shake in her voice, "I do not support a man who in a time when a depression is knocking at our door should give tax cuts to the rich while increasing military spending, all the while reducing social programs that are designed to help the poor. In a time when people are losing their jobs, homes, and the ability to support their families we need social programs." It was strange to her how easy it became to speak once she started. She no longer felt very timid. Looking at Ryan Lauren noticed that he was looking at her intensely and she wanted to know how he felt, "What about you? What are your views on the war and the economy?"

"Looking back, it is hard to say that all the justifications for the war turned out to be valid, but most of them did. For the first time Iraq is looking promising -- even the AP is reporting that the surge is working and the Iraqi people deserve to have a nation as a functioning democracy." Looking at her, he continued it a strong voice, "Regardless of that, the overwhelming majority did agreed to it and we owe it to ourselves, the Iraqi people, and the world to ensure that the newly established democracy is allowed to mature as Germany's and Japan's were. To pull out prematurely is to allow the terrorists to think they have won, which will surely encourage more attacks on Americans."

Nodding her head Lauren felt that even though she did not agree with anything Ryan was saying he did have strong points and obviously strong beliefs. All though she wanted to counter argue his beliefs, something more powerful came over her which was that she wanted to listen more to what he had to say and learn more about him and why he believed the things he did.

"As far as the economy is concerned, the economy is leveling off from the six years of uninterrupted growth we had under Bush/GOP Congress. Now that the Democrats are controlling the purse strings the rate of growth is slowing. While there is no recession now, the loss of confidence which the election of Obama would cause, combined with the Democratic Congresses, then unchecked power to regulate may put the country into one. What we need to do now is cut spending and selling debt to China."

Clasping his hands, Ryan averted his stare from Lauren and scolded, "Now I know you have more than views just on the economy and the war; though, they are important issues."

Breathing in deeply she continued this time slower and calmer than what she started the first time, "Abortion is another subject I take a firm stance on. I am definitely pro-choice, but that does not mean I believe a woman should be aborting when she is six months pregnant or even four months. So long as the mother's life is not in danger, I am a firm believer that abortion should be restricted to the first trimester only, and this belief has nothing to do with religion, conception, or the misconception that a fetus is a human being, but it has everything to do with safety regulations." Waving her hands Lauren continued, "I'm also a firm believer that abortion is a federal issue. It should not be solely left up to state rights which is why I strongly support Roe vs. Wade. Something as important as abortion should not be left of to the states, especially when abortion falls under the fourteenth amendment making it a federal issue."

"You think abortion falls under the fourteenth amendment?" Chuckling Ryan gaped at her which did nothing to make her mad.

"I know abortion falls under the fourteenth amendment," Lauren informed stating firmly.

"So you're saying that the fourteenth amendment mentions abortion?" Ryan asked in disbelief.

Giving up, Lauren rolled her eyes dramatically, "Oh please Ryan, do not act as though you have never heard this argument before."

"Oh yes, I have heard it before, and every time I hear it I think it's just as absurd and ridiculous as it was in 1976."

"73."

"Excuse me," Ryan queried looking confused.

"January of 1973 was when Roe vs. Wade was passed -- not 1976," Lauren gibed smirking.

"Does it really matter?" Ryan snorted eyes lighting up.

Leaning back in her chair, "The date has no relevance to the premise of the argument at hand, I just felt like pointing it out. Anyways, because the fourteenth amendment states, 'No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws'," quoted Lauren.

"Oh aren't we fancy quoting the fourteenth amendment. Can you can quote the whole constitution?"

Smiling, "Yes, indeed I can, and from start to finish. Constitutional law is one of my more favorite subjects."

"Well I suppose it's a shame you can't better interpret the meaning of the laws you've memorized," he retorted rolling his eyes.

"Well the justices interpreted the fourteenth amendment that way, so it must be worth something," Lauren said knowing it was a lame argument.

"That ruling does not reflect the meaning of the fourteenth amendment at all. It reflects the views of the supreme court justices who happened to outnumber those who did not favor abortion."

Shrugging her shoulders, Lauren pointed her chin at him saying, "So we agree to disagree, next subject."

"Oil drilling."

Racking her brain, "Humm let me see, I don't support drilling for oil in national parks like the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. I mostly believe our oil problem should be resolved by conservation and the usage of alternative fuels. Alternative fuels such as biodiesel, ethanol, electricity, hydrogen, vegetable oil, exedra, and so forth."

"But you along with others are clinging to the notion that there are 'pristine' wilderness areas or off shore areas that should not be touched by progress. That is a myth because the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge is not virgin territory and even if it was, why let it become an old maid because of these anthropomorphized paternalistic feelings? Refusal to drill is hurting us by creating an artificial shortage of oil which is leading speculators to drive up the price per barrel. The high price of gas is hurting everyone but most of all the working poor who may lose the entry level jobs which can be a ticket to prosperity." Rolling her eyes, "Jesus you're so far to the right that I'm surprise you're not tipping over."

"Is that all you have to say?" he asked dryly.

"No it's not. I think it's ridiculous you think that; people do not lose jobs because they cannot afford to drive to their entry level jobs. It is false to assume that entry level workers are commuters. People lose jobs because they do not conserve energy. Why not walk to work, ride a bike to work, use public transportation to work, carpool to work, ride a motorcycle to work — anything that is limiting the amount of gas you are using. If preventing drilling for oil was a major factor in job loss what will we tell the American people after the six month supply of oil in the ANWR is gone? Drilling for oil that will only last six months is not a solution when the price for drilling is killing off endangered species which could potentially destroy our ecosystem."

Drumming his fingers on the table Ryan looked at her and announced stiffly, "I don't give a damn about endangered species."

"How typical," she sighed shifting in her seat, "Now how about our last issue. Make it a good one.

Frowning his brows in concentration Ryan seemed to think a minute before he spoke slowly, "Doctor-assisted suicide."

"I support it," asserted Lauren.

Looking up at Ryan, Lauren noticed that his eyes slightly crinkled and wanted to know what he thought, "What is it?" She had noticed the slight contraction in his face, the tightening of his jaw, and how his eyes went flat. Perhaps it was too good to be true. Could they, two individuals with strong opposing beliefs ever be a successful union?

"It is nothing," he said in an incomprehensible tone. Ryan wasn't looking at her and it made Lauren's chest tighten. Was this the moment where he blew up and all their hard work evaporated?

Looking him over carefully, Lauren was skeptical that it was really nothing. Clearing her throat, she gave him one more beady eyed look before pressing, "Please go ahead, I want to hear your point of view. I believe we should know all of our political differences."

Looking as though he was at civil war with himself, Ryan seemingly lost the battle and blurted out hastily, "I just cannot support doctor assisted suicide. It's something that I will never be able to support."

Batting her eyes in confusion Lauren said slowly, "So, you would rather let the terminally ill suffer so they can live fighting a battle they can never win?"

Putting one hand on his neck, Ryan's eyes seemed to become ever more flat as he rubbed his neck. "All life is sacred from conception to death. Humans do not give life and do not have the right to take it except in self-defense or as permitted by the concept of 'an eye for an eye'. Doctors have no business being death merchants. A person who wants to die can kill themselves just as easily as they can find a doctor to do it for them. Allowing doctors to 'assist' suicides would legitimize this permanent solution to a temporary problem and no doubt encourage non-assisted suicides by presenting it as a socially acceptable act." After a long moment of silence Ryan finished in a softer tone, "I am not a man who easily loses hope."

Opening her mouth, Lauren closed it before she could issue a sharp remark about where hope could go. Hope, she had a lot of views on hope, and a lot of wasted time dreaming about the luxuries of what hope would bring only to have her hope shattered by shortcomings. It took Lauren a long time to learn that you cannot rest your life solely on hope for it's something that cannot control be controlled. It is something with out a pattern or stability, and it's predictably is similar to an earthquake.

Blinking her eyes, Lauren thought before she opened her mouth and said with a tight smile on her determined face, "I suppose we have different beliefs, so mayhap we should agree to disagree."

Looking at Ryan, Lauren held her breath praying that he would cease the argument. It was strange how a few months ago she prayed that people would start political arguments with her for it gave her pleasure to rip their beliefs to shreds, but now, looking at Ryan's closed face she felt almost an acceptance that was past tolerance.

Scooting over towards Lauren, Ryan picked up her hand and squeezed it before saying, "I've never met a wiser woman." Getting up, Ryan carried both plates to the sink before sitting back down. Putting both his palms on Lauren's thighs he looked at her quizzing, "Have you an answer for me?" slapping her thighs playfully, "I am an impatient man of business."

Looking up at the ceiling Lauren squinted her eyes thinking, 'Why the hell not?' "I suppose I'll give it a shot," she conceded looking back down at him. Inside Lauren felt a little squeamish but she couldn't hide her smile because somewhere past the scummy feeling she felt happiness.

Jumping up Ryan picked Lauren up by the hips swinging her around the kitchen which caused her to scream out in laughs. "Well now, I never thought I would fancy dating a liberal."

Throwing her head back in laughter Lauren let the air whip her faces as he twirled her around, "And I never fancied myself dating a conservative, but I should say you're making me rather dizzy," and they both laughed out loud.

Ryan stopped twirling her, swung her across his left shoulder, walked out the kitchen into the front room and threw her on the couch where he sat down on as well. And they went on that way all day, seeing that Lauren didn't go home until the next day, and for the rest of their day they forgot about their difference because they celebrated their new union.

~~~

Lauren had just left Ryan's house. She was on her bike, excited about her life and her relationship with Ryan. With her helmet on Lauren had gone about a mile before it happened. Turning her neck, Lauren saw the car coming and tried to move out the way but her action wasn't fast enough. Her last fleeting thoughts before she was struck and slammed off her bike were of Ryan.