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A Bittersweet Love Story?

By: DragonSlayer_OK



This started out as a straight up romantic story, but I went back and rewrote it as an interracial story. Still, I ask you to be gentle with me. This will be a stand-alone story; there are no additional chapters planned at this time...and I promise that a lot of you readers will probably hate me by the end of this. I won't apologize for it. Either you'll like it or you won't.

This story comes from an idea that's been running around in my mind since before I started the first story I ever posted here. That being the first chapter of my BDSM series with Dawn and her master. It's long overdue.

One other thing...to avoid any possible confusion....

************ Indicates a break in the story, may include change of

perspective (point of view).

~*~*~*~*~*~ Indicates a flashback.

-- -- -- -- -- -- Indicates a change of perspective

And finally...in the words of that great entertainer, Michael Lee Aday. "...Life is a lemon and I want my money back."

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April 13, 2012: The Rendezvous, a nightclub somewhere in California.

It was a Friday evening in the early spring. He sat at the bar in a semi-upscale nightclub named The Rendezvous, nursing an MGD and taking in the sights. The Rendezvous was what he used to call a meat market in his Navy days. It resembled a late `70's disco club, complete with DJ and an oversized disco ball above the center of a large dance floor lighted from underneath. A variety of music was played there. Mostly old disco music, but they also played more modern tunes as well...including some techno and thankfully only a very little hip-hop. Many of the clientele were dressed in brightly colored disco era clothing. That did not include him. He was dressed as he always was when out on the prowl. Entirely in black. A conservatively tailored solid black three-piece suit, a solid black tie and black shirt. Spit shined black western style boots completed his ensemble. People came here for just three reasons, to drink, dance and 'hook up' with someone to spend the night with. You know...a meat market.

Oh! Where are my manners? His name is Jonathan Q. Doe...no kidding...he even has a driver's license to prove it. He goes by Jonathan, never by John for obvious reasons. His appearance can best be described as average. His skin has a lightly tanned appearance due to some ethnic mixing in his family history a few generations back. Average height, average weight, average brown hair, and average brown eyes...just...average. Actually he's just a hair under 5' 10" and 180 lbs. As I said...average.

Next to him the bar, was his best friend since high school, Casey Covington. Casey, Case to his friends was everything Jonathan wasn't. At 6' 3" 210, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and movie star looks, he was the consummate babe magnet. Case almost never went home alone at the end of the evening...unless it was by choice.

There were times when Jonathan hated going out clubbing with Casey. With Casey there, he was all but invisible. Women never seem to even see him with Casey around. He is no different from most other guys. He liked to meet, to dance and talk with the ladies. And if he ended up spending a wild night of sexual passion with a hot woman...great, but it wasn't at the top of his priority list. Besides, it wasn't Casey's fault that it seemed like every woman in the free world wanted his body. It wasn't his fault that nobody, especially women ever seem to notice Jonathan with him around.

Still another night out. As usual, there were many women in the club giving Casey the eye and subtlety trying to attract his attention. Occasionally, bolder girls would approach him directly and start talking to him...a few of them flirting shamelessly. It never changes, Jonathan thought forlornly.

They'd been there less than an hour, when Casey leaned over and said. "I think I can understand why some good looking women hate all the unwanted attention they get."

"Really?" Jonathan asked.

"Nah...." Casey laughed, "...I'm too much of a guy for that."

Jonathan rolled his eyes at him. "Ten-thousand comedians out of work and you're trying to be funny."

"I can't help myself, Jonny." Casey was the only person on Earth that Jonathan allowed to address him by anything other than his full first name.

He was about to hit Casey with still another snappy comeback, when two devastatingly beautiful women approached them. The first was a raven-haired knock out, nearly as tall as Jonathan in 4" stiletto heels, with eyes as blue as Casey's, wearing a denim mini-skirt and a red blouse that plunged in the front nearly to her navel. A shapely hourglass figure with what appeared to be about DD...or maybe larger breasts.

The other was tiny in comparison. An inch or two under five feet, maybe 90 lbs...after the quart of Bask&Robbins. She had smooth milk chocolate colored skin. Her eyes were a very lovely shade of green. Long straight, silky hair hung down her back just below her shoulder blades and was as black as ebony. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he had seen...ever! He had always preferred what he referred to as 'women of color.' Something about the contrast between their skin color and his got his juices flowing, so to speak. Jonathan estimated her breast size at a B cup...maybe a small C, which looked rather large on her diminutive frame. She wore the cutest little green, strapless cocktail dress that matched her eye color almost perfectly.

As always, Jonathan might as well not even been there. They only had eyes for Casey. Casey however, seemed to have trouble tearing his eyes from the taller girl's mammoth mammaries.

"Hi!" The short dark skinned beauty said brightly to Casey. "I'm Eve Hollingsworth, and this is my friend Karrie King. He shook their hands and then pulled Jonathan close.

"I'm Casey Covington and this is my best friend, Jonathan Doe."

Eve looked at Jonathan with an arched eyebrow and amused grin on her face. "John Doe?"

Don't go there." He chuckled. "I've heard every joke there is...trust me on that."

"What did your parents have against you"? Eve was also chuckling now. Oddly, she seemed to have lost any interest in Casey. Jonathan certainly wouldn't complain about that. This dark skinned babe was hot!

"Mom really wanted a girl." Jonathan laughed.

"So, that was her payback?" She replied, her chuckle turning into a soft giggle.

"Yeah, she even wanted to put just John Q. Doe on my birth certificate, but Dad shot that down."

Still giggling, Eve asked. "So where are they now?"

"Dead. Motorcycle accident back in November of `95."

Her giggling stopped instantly. A sad sympathetic smile washed over her face. "I'm so sorry." Her green eyes showed genuine sympathy.

He waved her off. "Ancient history for me now...but, I do still miss them at times."

As Eve and Jonathan continued talking, he began to feel unusually comfortable with her. It felt as if...she and Jonathan were meant to meet. He almost felt like he could tell her anything. The only thing disconcerting to him was he had no idea why he felt so comfortable with her. Jonathan just knew that he liked her...a lot. And, Jonathan thought that she seemed to like him as well. The best part...she was not hanging all over Casey, drooling all over him, like her friend Karrie was.

Jonathan was not able to take his eyes from hers. A light emerald green with a dark circle at the outsides of her irises, very nearly black. She had long thick lashes. The kind of eyes, one could fall into and get lost forever.

As usual, in this type of club, the music was almost too loud and nearly all of it up beat and fast. Jonathan always told folks that he suffered from what he called 'white man's disease', an affliction in which the victim has no rhythm and no ass. He could dance, just not very well. Still, he asked Eve to dance anyway, but she shook her head, leaned in close and spoke so that only he could hear. "I don't like all this disco music...wait 'til they play something slower." She said, and then looked up at him, a soft sweet smile on her lips. She had a dazzling smile. He could almost hear his own heart pounding in his chest. And, he felt an almost irresistible need to kiss her. Jonathan somehow managed to not take her into his arms and do just that.

Finally after nearly an hour, the DJ played a slow song that caught Jonathan by surprise...an old classic rock tune, Journey's "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'." Eve grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. He took her hand in his and wrapped the free arm around her waist. She brought her free arm over his shoulder, put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close. She rested her head high on his chest, her nose almost touching his throat...close enough for him to feel her breath. "Mmmmm...this is nice." Eve murmured just loud enough for Jonathan to hear. About half way through the song, she pulled her head back a bit, looked up into Jonathan's eyes and said. "You're starting to scare me a little."

"How so?" He asked.

"I met you just a little over an hour ago and...and somehow, I don't know why, I feel like I known you all my life."

Jonathan shrugged. "You want to stop dancing with me?"

"Oh, no...I'm fine. In fact, I think I could do this all night." She smiled.

"So...is this a good thing?" He asked her.

She gazed up at him, a smoky look in her eyes. "Right now, I'd have to say good...very good."

The next song was "Livin' For You." by Boston. At least the DJ had good taste in music for slow dancing. Eve showed no interest in leaving the dance floor and Jonathan was quite happy to have an excuse for holding her. They spent the entire song, saying nothing and gazing into one another's eyes. To Jonathan, for that brief period of time, there was him, Eve, the music and nothing else. Something seemed to pass between them. What it was, he had no idea.

For the final song of the three song slow set, the DJ pulled another one from deep left field, so to speak. Johnny Mandel's "Suicide Is Painless."

After another minute. "Jonathan?"

"Yes?"

"Would you kiss me, please?"

Their lips met. The kiss started gently, open mouthed, but with no tongue...then it became more urgent. He had no idea when he released her hand and put both arms around her, pulling her closer. Or when she whimpered...and started running her fingers through his hair. Or even that they stopped dancing. There was only him, her and the kiss...nothing else mattered. Their tongues finally came together. Gentle caresses at first, then it was like a WWE wrestling match inside their mouths. They 'came back to Earth' when the music changed. Now playing, was Rednex's version of "Cotton Eyed Joe." They slipped off the floor blushing under the stares of many of the club's patrons.

Jonathan looked at her. "Sorry if I embarrassed you. It couldn't be helped. I was so wrapped up in the kiss that...." He shrugged.

Eve returned his gaze. "Shut up and kiss me again, Jonathan...please."

He kissed her again...and again everything else seemed to vanish. Eve's kisses were like no other he could remember. He wished they would never end. Finally, the kiss ended. Eve clutched Jonathan close. "Wow!" She said softly.

"Wow doesn't even begin to get close, Babe." He murmured.

Karrie broke in giggling. "Looks like you won't be going home alone tonight, huh Eve?"

Eve looked at Karrie, and then glanced back at Jonathan shyly. "That's really not up to me."

Jonathan said. "Actually, it is. I don't go where I'm not invited."

"I really want to invite you, but I don't want you to think I'm a complete slut."

"I'd accept the invitation and without trying to sound too cliché, I'd also promise to respect you in the morning." He gave her a careless grin.

They stood there silently communicating...Her asking and he accepting her intimate invitation. "Okay, but let's stay a little longer and have some fun." He said. She nodded enthusiastically. They'd been talking and sipping drinks for a while. Jonathan figured Eve might be a bit tipsy but was certainly not drunk...yet. He hoped she wouldn't change her mind about taking him home with her, but if she did, he would be okay with that too. Maybe he should ask her for her phone number in case she did have second thoughts?

"Oooo, Mama...if you ain't jus' the sweetest lookin' thang in here tonight." A strange voice interrupted them. They both turned to the source of the interruption. It took all of Jonathan's will power not to burst out laughing at the man he saw staring lecherously at Eve. He was short...maybe an inch or two taller than Eve. He was dressed like a pimp in a dark purple double-breasted suit, complete with the matching fedora that had a long fake feather of some kind and thick-soled disco shoes. He reminded Jonathan of the rap artist Flavor Flav sans the large watch/necklace, except that he was Caucasian. His hair was blonde and done up in an afro. The man was leaning back in a greatly exaggerated slouch. His cologne was overpowering. It smelled like...like green apples. He went on. "I'm here, Baby. You can dump dis loser now," jerking a thumb lazily toward Jonathan.

Jonathan glanced at Eve...She shook her head and looked to be a little fearful. "At the moment, she's with me. I suggest you set your sites elsewhere for now." He said to the 'little pimp' with much more politeness than he felt.

"Wasn't talkin' to you, suckah." The guy replied smugly. He turned his attention back to Eve. "My name is Amadour...It's French...means lover." He licked his lips and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"I'm with Jonathan...I don't know you and really don't think I want to get to know you." Eve said to Amadour, still clutching to Jonathan. He felt her discomfort.

Amadour ignored her last comment. He caressed her upper arm with a finger. "C'mon Baby...you can come home with me. I promise you're gonna be screaming my name all night long."

Jonathan was instantly furious! The audacity of this guy was unbelievable. But, he controlled his anger and said in an icy calm voice. "Are you deaf? Or can't you just take a fuckin' hint. Shove off, asshole!"

Amadour lifted one finger as high as he could. Jonathan and Eve stared, wondering what this idiot was doing. Then from behind Amadour came two huge men that looked like defensive linemen for the New York Giants. Then he turned, face Jonathan and actually starting poking him in the chest. "Listen muthah-fuckah...you don' ever tell me what to do. This little bit of sweet meat...." He placed a hand on Eve's shoulder. "...is gonna be suckin' my dick an' fuckin' a real man tonight."

Eve shuddered, began shaking her head violently, and clutched onto Jonathan even tighter. A dangerous calm came over Jonathan. "I don't think so."

Amadour raised an eyebrow. "You don' think so, cock-suckah? I can have my boys...." He gestured to the two giants behind him, "...take care o' my light work. You don' wan' dat...do ya?" He slipped his hand off Eve's shoulder to her upper arm and began pulling on her.

That was the proverbial last straw. Jonathan reached out with his open hand and actually hit Amadour in the middle of the chest with the palm of his hand. Amadour stumbled backward awkwardly five or six steps and fell on his ass. His posse started moving toward Jonathan but were stopped by four of the Rendezvous' bouncers who had been apparently already on their way to where Jonathan and Eve were standing.

Amadour jumped back to his feet. He screamed, almost hysterically at the two large men with him, pointing at Jonathan. "Fuck dat cock-suckah up. Now!"

That proved to be impossible as the club's bouncers stayed between them and Jonathan. A fifth bouncer approached...the boss, Jonathan figured. The new bouncer was tall, thick, with long blonde hair and bore a striking resemblance to Clay Matthews, an outside linebacker for the Green Bay Packers. "Now, now Elroy...you know you're not supposed to be in here. You were 86'ed permanently...remember?" He said calmly.

"Who's Elroy?" Jonathan asked.

The Clay Matthews look-a-like looked at Amadour, then back at Jonathan and said. "That's his real name. Was he throwing that phony French name of his around again?"

As two of the bouncers literally carried Elroy out, he yelled. "I'm gonna get you muthah-fuckah! He pointed at Eve. "Her pussy's gonna be mine. I'm not gonna fergit! Your ass in goin' down, cock-suckah!" He looked at Eve again. "You're gonna be my little bitch, girl."

Jonathan hugged her. "I'm really sorry baby. Eve, I should not have let that go as far as I did."

She looked up at him with a bright, silly little girl grin. "My hero." She giggled and hugged him more tightly than he thought she had the strength to. Then she rose up on her toes and whispered to him. "Be warned. I plan to fuck your brains out when I get you home." She grinned mischievously and then broke into peals of gay laughter. He guessed she was a little more buzzed than he thought.

Jonathan gave her a perfectly evil grin and said softly. "We'll see who screws whose brains out."

Eve put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her until their foreheads were touching. "Sounds like a challenge." She kissed him yet again and it was just like in the movies...train wrecks and fireworks. It was suddenly difficult to breath.

A large butch-looking woman with hair shorter than Jonathan's snorted and said, "Get a room," disgustedly.

Jonathan laughed and said. "This one's mine, Robin...go find your own...or better yet...go home to Alice."

"Yeah, I think I will...." Robin grinned and said, then she walked away.

"You know her?" Eve asked, kissing him on his chin.

"Yeah, Robin's okay. Queer as a three-dollar bill though. Hell, she put the "L" in lesbian." He chuckled. "But she's good folks."

"Not my type...even if I was gay," she laughed.

"You're sure...?" He asked jokingly.

"I love cock wa-a-ay too much to ever give it up. I'll prove how much I love cock later...okay?" A seductive wink.

Jonathan laughed easily. "I believe you."

"You are going to let me prove it to you later, aren't you? She asked with a playful pout.

"You have my word on it."

Eve turned to Karrie. "Are you going home with him...or are you two going back to our place?"

Casey said. I'll take her home with me...with your permission, of course."

"You don't need my permission. She is, after all, a big girl now...ask her." Eve responded.

Karrie looked at Casey and nodded. "We're going to his house." She said to Eve. "You two can have the apartment."

They all decided to have one more drink, and then call it a night. Eve was the only one even close to being drunk. And she was only buzzed real good. After that, they left and went to the parking lot.

Casey got to his car, helped Karrie in, then jumped in himself and started it. It gave off a low deep-throated rumble and eased out of the lot. Eve never saw it. She had eyes only for Jonathan. Then they arrived at his black 2012 Ford F-100 pick-up truck. A car would have been easier to drive, but he bought the truck to have something to haul his Harley-Davidson around in when needed. Eve backed him into the truck and kissed him again. One hand was holding on to the back of his neck, the other kneading his already hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. She then guided one of his hands underneath the hem of her dress and brought it in contact with her drenched panties. "See how ready I am for you? Let's go to my place, have a nightcap and spend the rest of the night making love." They got into Jonathan's truck and he drove to her apartment, following her directions...and with her gently squeezing his cock through his trousers all the way. In what seemed like no time at all, they arrived and went in.


A Bittersweet Love Story?



The moment they entered Eve's place and locked the door, Eve kissed Jonathan hungrily. "How 'bout we have that nightcap later?" She grabbed his tie and led him toward the back of the apartment...to her bedroom. Once in her room, she turned to face him. With dexterity he found surprising, she had the tie off in less than 15 seconds. She dropped it on a chair near the door, slipped his jacket off, dropped it on the chair, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Unzip my dress, Babe...."

He reached around and unzipped the dress as she had asked. It slid off her and ended up as a pool of fabric at her feet. She wore no bra. Her breasts were rather small...a very nice little B cup...just the way Jonathan liked them. Her nipples looked like little black pencil erasers, already puckered due to the air-conditioned coolness in her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and stood before him in nothing more than tiny lacy white panties that were more lace than cloth, which stood out in sharp contrast to her skin. She dropped to her knees and worked his boots and socks off. Then stood back up and went to work on his belt, then his trousers. Within seconds, she had him down to his boxers. Eve gently pushed her hand through the fly and grasped Jonathan's thickening shaft.

She started walking backward toward her bed, leading Jonathan by his cock and waggling her finger in a 'come hither' gesture. When they were less than a foot from the bed, she went to her knees again, dragging his boxers down as well. He was hard enough to drive nails. Eve looked to be pleased with what she found. It was thick and roughly six or seven inches in length. "Oooo...Eve likes." She said in her little girl voice. She placed a feathery light kiss on the head of his cock and still in her little girl voice she asked. "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

Jonathan nodded.

Eve gently cupped his balls, giving them a tender squeeze and took his man-meat into her mouth. She quickly found that if she was careful, she could most of his shaft into her mouth without hitting her gag reflex. She caressed the under side of his cock with her tongue and ever so lightly grazed his meat with her teeth.

Jonathan made a mental note to find out who taught Eve to suck cock and thank them profusely. Soon...very soon...too soon, he felt that old familiar tingle that signified his own impending orgasm. He lightly grasped her head, pulling her off him. "Baby, you're way too good at that. You need to stop for a moment...or you'll get a mouth full.

She pouted at him. "Aw, just when I was really starting to enjoy myself." She stood, and kissed him. The kiss was no less intense than any of the others they shared and only served to increase their desire for one another. She smiled up at him hopefully. "Would you consider eating my hot little pussy?"

He grinned at her lasciviously. "I thought you'd never ask."

She released him, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties and nearly tore them in her haste to get them off. She fell back onto the bed, her arms reaching up to him, her legs spread obscenely. Eve was shaved with the exception of a small arrowhead shaped tuft of neatly trimmed obviously dyed red fur. The arrowhead was pointed down. "In case you get lost along the way." She giggled. That dyed red hair kind of clashed with her milk chocolate skin, but still managed to look cute.

Jonathan smiled down at her, liking her unique sense of humor. He knelt on the bed and spread her thighs even wider. Then leaned in giving the inside of her left knee a gentle kiss. He heard Eve's sharp intake of breath. Next a little lick on the right knee and she shuddered. "Please don't tease...." She gasped at him, her voice filled with longing.

"Be patient, Darlin'...The anticipation will make it even better." He saw her give him the tiniest of nods and then closed her eyes.

He slowly, very slowly kissed and licked his way up her thighs. By the time he got to the apex, she was trembling. Then he took a deep breath and blew softly across her dark pink nether lips. Eve went rigid. "Oh G-g-g-g-g-g-g-od...." She gasped. Next, he started a long torturously slow lick from the bottom, stopping just before he reached her clit. A milky substance began to flow out of her.

"Coming already?" Jonathan asked her.

A short quick nod and a helpless shrug. "Just a little." Eve replied breathlessly.

"If you'll excuse me then, I have something I have to do." He grinned lecherously at her. He began in earnest...licking, sucking, and nibbling her pussy. Eve thrashed wildly, coming again instantly and several times in rapid succession, gripping his hair so tightly it was painful, but not enough to stop Jonathan from his pleasurable task.

"Jonathan...I'm coming again....I'm coming again." She moaned at him. He only redoubled his efforts. "Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!"

He paused for a moment and grinned at her with her cum dripping off his chin. "And my name's not God." Then he 'dove' back in and was slurping madly.

She stiffened again as though every muscle in her body seized up. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" she yelled...then she screamed "JONATHAN!" And came...hard. She pulled him up on top of her and started alternating between kissing him and licking her own essence from his face...After a bit it was still wet, but now it was with her saliva.

"Wait a minute." He said with a look of playful confusion and bemusement on his face. "I seem to recall that you were supposed to be screaming Elroy's...oh excuse me, Amadour's name out tonight." He started chuckling.

Eve playfully smacked him on the chest. "Nuh-uh. I've got the man I wanted with me right here, right now." She reached down grabbing his rigid cock. "Are you going to put this where it really should be?" She asked, giving it a light squeeze. "I really...really need to have it inside me...please?" She sounded almost as if she was begging.

"Okay...let me go get a condom out of my jacket." Jonathan said.

She just shook her head. "I'm on the pill. Please Jonathan...Please fuck me. Fuck me now." She pleaded. This time she clearly was begging. He looked down at her.

She lay beneath Jonathan wide eyed and panting. "I may come again as soon as you put that thing in me." She whispered, glancing down at his cock. "Please...."

He lowered himself slowly. The moment the head of his manhood came in contact with her wet folds, she sucked in a deep breath and nodded, her eyes burning with need. He pushed down a bit more. The welcoming warmth of her threatened to make him come immediately. But, he somehow managed to control his need to release.

When his throbbing cock was nearly half into her, she whispered. "Jona...." Then, she froze for an instant. Then she began to push against his chest.

"No! Stop!" Next, Eve began to pound ineffectually on Jonathan's chest with her small fists. "I said stop!" She hissed at him. Her face became a mask of anger...bordering on panic. "Get off of me!" She yelled.

"Are you sure...?"

"Get the fuck off!" She screamed.

Jonathan quickly albeit reluctantly complied, pulling out and moving to the foot of the bed and sat unmoving. What the fuck did I do wrong? He asked himself. After a couple of minutes that seemed like several hours, he picked up his boxers, pulled them on and walked across the room to the chair where the remainder of his clothing was and began to dress. There was absolute silence in the room. Though Jonathan was not looking at her, he knew Eve was watching him. He got his trousers on and then his suit jacket, having balled up his shirt, vest and tie. Now, he was anxious to leave. Lastly came his socks and boots. He was pulling on his second boot when....

"Jonathan?" She sounded frightened.

He almost didn't answer, but. "What?"

"You stopped."

"You told me to."

"Yes...."

"In this state, if you say to stop, I have to stop...or I could possibly get charged with rape...." Jonathan stopped, so angry, he was afraid of what he might say or do if he continued speaking. His anger also prevented him from looking at her.

"I'm sorry." She said timidly. Then she opened her mouth as if to say something else, but stopped herself.

"Count yourself lucky...I know a lot of guys who wouldn't have stopped."

"Will you let me explain?"

Jonathan looked at her, scarcely in control of his temper. "Don't worry about your reputation." He said harshly yet calmly. "As far as I'm concerned, I was never in here...this never happened. I gotta go." He turned and started walking out of her bedroom.

"Wait! Please let me explain. It wasn't you...it was me."

He stopped and stuck his head back through the door. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She was still on the bed, sitting up and holding up the sheet to hide her nakedness. "I'll be honest with you...I really wanted come here with your friend Casey, but he chose Karrie tonight. You have every right to be mad at me."

"So...you settled for someone else, got home, figured out at the last second that I wasn't really what you wanted and freaked out...right?"

She wasn't able to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry." Again, she seemed to want to say something else, but didn't.

"I don't know if that means you're a cock tease...or...maybe I just don't measure up to your high standards. Either way, I'm S O L."

A flush of anger colored her cheeks. "Now just a damned minute..."

"S O L. means shit outta luck...just in case you're wondering!" He interrupted her. "I won't say anything to anyone. Your reputation will be safe...you have my word on it. Good night!"

He turned away again and stalked out of her apartment, with Eve yelling at him to come back and cursing like a dockworker.

Jonathan made sure to lock the apartment door as he left. One can never be too safe these days, huh? He got to the parking lot, climbed into his F-150, started it and did a mental ten count, but failed to get his anger under control. Despite that anger, he drove home calmly.

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Elroy Lee Johnson watched the truck leave and smiled to himself. That asshole had been in there quite a while, but not long enough to fuck that bitch properly. Ya see, cunt...if you'd come home me, you'd have a real cock...a real man. He considered going in and have a helping of that gash, but now was not the right time. Besides, he had to keep a low profile a little while longer...his being a 'person of interest' in a string of unsolved rapes in the city demanded caution. Elroy had been tried twice before for rape. The first time, the scared little bitch recanted after he promised her she would spend what very, very little was left of her pathetic little life with three huge cocks stuffed in her all at once.

The second victim simply vanished without a trace before the trial. Elroy laughed. By the time, they found her body...if they found it, there wouldn't even be enough left to get a DNA sample.

The last one didn't live long enough for him to get his nut off. Her big mistake was to laughingly refer to him as 'needle dick, the bug fucker' when he took her anally.

His next victim was less than a hundred yards away. Not tonight...but soon. He also had to figure out what to do about that other cock-suckah...what was his name? Oh yeah...Jonathan. That fuckah had to die. Wouldn't be great to fuck that cunt with her laying next to that asshole's dead body? Elroy licked his lips, started his 40-year-old Chevy, put it in gear and drove home, making plans.

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It was about 2:30AM when Jonathan pulled into the driveway next to Casey's custom restored 1966 Dodge Charger and headed into the house, hoping that Casey and his latest girlfriend were in his room doing the wild thing, so he could slip into his room and go to bed unnoticed. He unlocked the side door and went in as quietly as I could. His efforts to sneak in were fruitless though. The side door opened into the kitchen/dining area of the house. There at the dining room table was Casey and Karrie having, of all things, cookies and milk. Casey in his boxers and Karrie in nothing but the tiniest little pair of red panties Jonathan could ever recall seeing. Small enough that there was no doubt that she was cleanly shaved 'down under.' Hell, he'd see larger thongs! Both had wet hair as though they'd just showered. She simply smiled and gave him a friendly wave. "Hi Jonathan." Being a guy, Jonathan could not but help stare briefly at her huge breasts. He grunted a greeting to her and turned to go to his bedroom.

Casey brought him up short with a. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with Eve until at least noon tomorrow."

Karrie spoke then, apparently just realizing that Jonathan was unexpectedly home, and not with her roommate. "Is Eve okay?"

Jonathan looked at them. To Karrie, he said. "She's safe and sound at home." To Casey. "It just didn't work out." He gave them a dismissive wave and went quickly to his bedroom. He was still angry, but determined not to take it out on either of them. He took a quick shower and got ready for bed. Right after he crawled into bed and got comfortable, there was a soft knock at his door. Jonathan instantly knew it wasn't Casey. "What?"

The door opened and Karrie entered, still wearing only her micro-panties. She walked boldly right to beside Jonathan's bed and sat on it. "Do you have a minute to spare?"

"Ummm, sure. I'm not sure you should be in here like that though." Jonathan indicated her clothing...or lack there of.

Karrie waved off his comment. "My parents are naturalists. I practically grew up in nudist resorts."

Jonathan shrugged. "What can I do for you?"

"What happened with you and Eve?"

"Nothing."

Karrie looked at him doubtfully. She reached over and rested a hand gently on his shoulder. Not in any overt sexual way...it was as if she really considered him to be a close friend. "Look, I just met you and Casey tonight and I really, really like him. I like you too...in fact, if I'd met you first, I'd be all over you. But he was first. I really like him and I want to see if we can be special together." A sad smile clouded her features. "Eve's not been very lucky when it comes to guys. She has a bad habit of picking losers. Jonathan...you are no loser and you two seemed to make a hell of a connection at the club. She really likes you. I can tell."

"I took her home and left. That's all."

"Are you sure?"

Jonathan looked at her straight in the eyes and sighed heavily. "Look Karrie, you're a sweet girl and I really don't want to seem rude, but with all due respect, it is none of your business. If you feel you really have to know, I suggest you ask her the next time you see her. Maybe she'll tell you what's up. She's safe at home...nothing happened. End of discussion. Now...." Jonathan gave Karrie half a smirk. "...I'm sure Casey's waiting impatiently for you."

Karrie smiled sadly and nodded. "Okay, I'll leave it alone for now." She got up, walked slowly to the door, stopping for just a moment. She looked back over her shoulder at him, grinning mischievously. "Good night, Jonathan. Now, I'm going to go see if I can't fuck your roommate to death." A saucy wink, a soft sensual laugh and she was gone.

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April 14, 2012: Jonathan and Casey's house.

At 9:30, Jonathan was sitting in the dining room eating a breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs, with toast and hash browns. He was dressed in black Levi 505's and a Harley-Davidson t-shirt. Next to his plate was a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Casey came out of his room dress only in an old pair of Levi 501's, looked at Jonathan and asked. "Any more?"

Jonathan point to the stove with his fork. "Plenty there...even for Karrie if she wants some."

"She's still asleep."

Jonathan chuckled. "She said something about trying to fuck you into an early grave last night...I see you survived."

A laugh. "Well...it wasn't for lack of trying...that girl's insatiable, Brother." Casey fixed himself a plate of breakfast and joined Jonathan at the table. Casey took a sip of coffee and changed the subject. "So, what really happened with you and Eve last night?"

"Case...I don't know if I should...."

"C'mon man...Ya gotta tell someone. Did she have a change of heart?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Details...details...."

"Well, you know this wouldn't the first time a girl has changed her mind with me, right?"

"Yeah...so?"

"This was the first time one changed her mind while I was 'in the saddle'."

"In the saddle...? You're shittin' me!"

"No. It was kinda weird, man." Jonathan said. "It started out great. I even got to eat some of that sweet pussy...and hers was real sweet. Then, just as I was saddling up, she freaked out...started screaming at me to get off her."

Casey said. "Sorry man, that musta sucked."

"And then she told me that it was you that she really wanted."

"Me?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it was that. She's scared of something."

"You sure it didn't have anything to do with you bein' white?"

Jonathan just shook his head.

"You gonna talk to her again?"

Jonathan sighed. "No. If she wants to talk, she can come to me...she threw me out of her bed last night. She needs to explain...not me."

"You know the drill...I'm here for ya, Bro."

"Thanks Case."

They finished their breakfast with no further discussion. They put their plates in the sink and had another cup of coffee. Then Karrie came into the kitchen totally nude, gave Jonathan a soft peck on the cheek, crawled onto Casey's lap and gave him a kiss that could peel paint off the walls. "Mornin' guys...can I have some coffee too?"

Jonathan looked at Casey in a way that silently conveyed that their earlier conversation was private. Casey nodded his understanding. Then Karrie leaned close and whispered in Casey's ear.

"Again?" She nodded. "Well, duty calls...I may die yet." Casey laughed as he scooped Karrie up and carried her back to his bedroom...her coffee apparently forgotten.

Jonathan straightened up the kitchen, changed clothes and went to the garage. There he found his customized 2004 Harley-Davidson Night Train and went for a long ride. He did not get back home before sunset.

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Casey dropped Karrie at home at about 2:00pm. She went straight in and found Eve standing by the dining room table looking like she'd lost her last friend in the world. Eve looked up at Karrie. It was plain that she had been crying.

"What did you do to him?" Karrie nearly shouted at her, knowing that Eve would understand that she was talking about Jonathan.

"He didn't tell you?" Eve responded, obviously surprised.

"All he said was that things just didn't work out...or in his own words, nothing happened."

"That's all?" Eve was incredulous.

"Yeah, but I could tell he wasn't happy about something.

Eve looked at Karrie submissively. "Well...." She took a deep breath. "...it all started out perfectly. The way he kissed me at the bar was...unbelievable. He almost made me come with that first kiss."

Karrie looked at her. "Really? Just from a kiss, huh?" Sarcasm evident in her voice. Eve was starting to realize that Karrie was more than a little miffed at her. "So...you just got cold feet? From my point of view, he was far better than any of the other losers I've seen you dating lately."

"He was...is. We even made it into bed." Eve looked at Karrie willing her to believe. "He got me undressed and went down on me. It was like magic. He made me come over and over...and over again." She smiled softly at the memory. "Now there's a man who knows his way around a pussy." Eve said smirking now at the memory.

"Then why did he come home so angry and very obviously frustrated?" Karrie countered.




A Bittersweet Love Story?



Eve took a breath and continued. "Everything was going perfectly 'til it came time to...do the deed...if you know what I mean." She paused. "When he first entered me, I freaked out...I'm sorry. I tried to tell him I was sorry."

"Why did you freak out?" Karrie demanded.

Eve mumbled something Karrie couldn't make out.

"What? Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I was raped...a couple of years before you and I met."

"Raped?" Karrie shouted, torn between anger and sympathy.

"Yeah, my step-father, step-brother and a couple of their friends. I was gang-raped."

Karrie was baffled. "I know you've been having sex with some of those losers you've been seeing. Why freak out this time with Jonathan?"

"With the others, it was different. I felt nothing for them. It was just sex."

"And you felt something for Jonathan?"

Eve began to cry. "Oh, Karrie...I think I'm in love with him."

"Hold it right there!" Karrie stopped Eve before she could say anything else. She firmly grasped Eve by the shoulders, sat her on a chair at the table and went to the cupboard, returning with two large tumblers. Then she went to the freezer and came back with a bottle of Stolichnaya vanilla-flavored vodka. She filled the glasses half full, sat down and said. "Okay...start with the rape and work your way to falling in love with Jonathan. If you leave anything out, I'll know."

"Well...I told you...I was gang raped. It was awful. I hated it...and...."

Karrie cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing.

Eve went on so softly Karrie could barely hear her. "...it was also the most exquisite sexual experience of my life."

Karrie stared, open mouthed and dumbfounded.

Eve went on with a weak smile. "My therapist thought I was nuts too...in the beginning."

"Go on...." Karrie said not trusting herself to say more.

"When I was very young, I saw a movie with my parents. There was a scene where a huge barbarian dragged a woman into a hut." Eve stopped long enough to sip her vodka. "At first, the women was screaming and trying to get away. Of course, the movie did not show what happened inside the hut...but later, in another scene, the barbarian and the woman were together. And, you could tell that they were both in love. Anyway, I asked my mom what had happened in the hut and she told me in...probably too much detail. I think she was trying to frighten me." Another sip of vodka. "Well...to make a long story short, mom's plan failed. The thought of being taken like that woman in the movie turned me on...excited me. I dreamed of it often...even through my parents divorce." She sighed heavily, finished the vodka in her glass and then refilled it. "I was a real slut in my early teens...gave up my virginity at only fourteen...I loved sex...still do. I loved to be controlled...and I was a very submissive lover.

"Then, just after I turned eighteen, my mother remarried. His name was Simon and I had a huge crush on him while he was dating my mom. He was so handsome...." Eve stopped long enough to gulp down some of the vodka. "...Of course, me being the brat I was, I flirted with him shamelessly." She took still another drink of her vodka.

"About a year after they got married, mom caught him in bed with another woman. She ordered him to pack and leave. Then she left to wait for him to be gone." Another long drink. Karrie started to wonder if Eve could remain sober and rational enough to get her whole story out. "I didn't know about this until much later. I was on the other side of town, to visit my then boyfriend, Will. And the same way my mother caught Simon, I busted him screwing some blonde haired, big titted bimbo. I came home early, too upset to call anyone...." Eve continued to recount her story....

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Eve entered her house and knew immediately something was wrong. Simon and his 22-year-old son, Luke was sitting in the living room, drinking Jack Daniels. Both were drunk...as were a couple of Luke's friends that Eve did not know. She reached out and gently took Simon's glass and drank deeply from it. Between her attraction to her stepfather and her anger at her now ex-boyfriend, she figured a little harmless flirting would be in order. Eve couldn't know it was a huge mistake, but too late to take it back.

Simon stood and leered at Eve. "So...you really wanna fuck...or are you a cock tease like your mother." Before she knew what was happening, he reached out, grabbed the front of the tank top she was wearing and tore it completely off her. She hadn't worn a bra this day in anticipation of having sex with Will...before she found him in bed with that dammed blonde-haired woman.

Two things happened at the same time. Eve was now afraid...like no other time in her life. She was also as wet as any time before...wetter. Her panties were soaked clear through and her essence trickled down her inner thighs. Simon and Luke noticed it right away. "Damn Dad...she really wants it!" Luke said as he started tugging at Eve's short denim skirt.

Had her body betrayed her? "No...no...please don't do this." She whispered to them both. She looked at Simon. "Not in front of them." Looking at Luke and the others. A savage jerk left her skirt and panties around her ankles. "Oh God!" She pleaded as she came. She couldn't believe it...here she was being raped and she was having an orgasm? Raped? Yes and no...she'd wanted Simon since she'd met him. But not now...not like this. Fear and lust battled for control of her emotions, but neither won. Her mind flashed back to the woman being dragged away and raped by the barbarian in that movie she saw so long ago. Her orgasm was the most intense she'd ever had. She loved it...hated it. Nothing left to do but scream. So, she did.

Her scream was cut short however, as a hand clamped over her mouth. She looked over and saw Simon shedding the last of his clothes as Luke and the other two held her. His cock was big...much bigger than Will's and thicker too. She was lost...confused. Part of her was begging for this not to happen and another part of her couldn't wait to get that big cock inside her. Simon stepped up to her and made ready to slip that huge hunk of meat in her. Then her traitorous body and mind committed the vilest sin. She looked at him and nodded weakly. He slammed fully into her waiting pussy and her treasonous body came again. Her mind was thoroughly frazzled. Oh, please God. Let this stop now...no! Wait! Don't let it stop...ever! She came yet again.

After a short moment, he withdrew, looked at his son and nodded. "Lay her on the floor. I want to really pound that pussy. Hell I might even let you have some." Eve started coming to her senses and began to struggle. Then Simon produced a small pistol from somewhere and brought it within an inch of her nose. She'd seen the gun before. A small .22, but to her it was like starring down the barrel of a canon. Two things hit her then...more fear and something else.

It started in her chest, where her heart was. Then it spread rapidly. It went through the pit of her stomach and then to her pussy...and then it consumed her entire body. It felt like both fire and electricity. Her whole body burned deliciously and tingled. Then she spasmed and jerked as if she was being electrocuted. Then a new sensation started between her thighs. She came...as she never had before. She looked down to see her cum literally spraying half way across the room. Finally, she closed her eyes as they rolled back and let it happen. The fire was gone...now it was like riding a tsunami. And then again, as she felt Simon's cock swell a little and then shoot his seed into her depths. So soon...too soon!

She vaguely remember all four men using her Every time she started coming back to herself, one of men would wave the gun in her face and fear...with another monster, killer orgasm took her away again.

Eve awoke on the living room floor the next morning. She was still naked, completely, sexually satisfied for the first time in her young life and cradled in her weeping mother's arms.

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After nearly consuming half the bottle of the vodka, Eve was still talking, though her speech was quite slurred by now. "Mom called the copsh, of coursh. But it didn't do any good. At the trial, their lawyer tricked me into admitting that I'd had over twenty organishms. He ushed that to convince the jury that I wassh in his words...a willing victim...the charges were dismished.... Shorrry, my mouth ain't working quite right." She giggled.

Karrie could only shake her head. Truth of the matter, she was a little drunk too. "That still doesn't make it clear to me."

"My therapist told me that I was actually in love with my stepfather on some subconscious level. And now I equate love to the rape...that the only way for me to be sexually satisfied totally, is through fear of death or the fear of serious bodily harm. And...I have to be in love with the man." Eve laughed humorlessly. "I call it the rape fantasy from hell.

Karrie looked Eve right in the eyes. "You have to tell him about this."

"Oh God, no! He'll think I'm some kinda freak...or weirdo! Jonathan can never know about it!" Eve cried, the slurring of her speech inexplicably gone.

"He's probably the best thing to come into your life, since I've known you and you're just going to throw it away?" Karrie asked incredulously.

Eve starting crying again. "There's more...."

Karrie looked at her skeptically.

"I lied to him...I told him the real reason I didn't let him...you know, was because I really wanted Casey."

Real anger flashed across Karrie's face

Eve held out her hands supplicating. "I didn't want Casey...don't want him. I could never do that to you Karrie. I panicked...The words just fell out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. I had to say something...anything but the truth."

Karrie's anger lessened, but did not completely go away. "Dammit Eve! You have to tell him the truth."

"I can't!" Eve cried tearfully. Then she shifted into sarcasm. "I can see it all now...Jonathan, the only way you can truly satisfy me sexually is to threaten my life and then rape me." She said in a derisive snort. "I can't even imagine having to face him again."

Karrie said. "Eventually, you'll have to."

That thought terrified Eve. She knew that in her heart she'd really fallen in love with Jonathan, but what could she say to him? He would never understand...couldn't understand. Her heart was breaking. In desperation, she started grasping at straws. "Maybe you could explain it to him, Karrie? I just can't."

"Oh no...it's your problem." Some of Karrie's anger was returning. "You broke it...you fix it."

"But...but...but." Eve said helplessly.

"No! Look Eve...Jonathan's a terrific guy. I bet that he'd be a lot more understanding than you give him credit for...if you'd give him half a chance." Karrie sensed than Eve was on the verge of freaking out. She hoped she could prevent that.

Eve sat there thinking her mind going a million miles per hour. And what if he found out what she did for a living? He wouldn't understand that either. Oh God! She moaned to herself. She'd found a real 'keeper' and things were not working as they should have.

Then Eve let out a scornful laugh. "Would you believe I got mad at him for not listening to my lies? I was mad at him! Oh...oh...." She jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom. A minute later, all of the vodka she drank was in the toilet bowl. She sat there slumped on the floor and called out weakly. "Karrie, come help me...please."

Karrie came into the bathroom, flushed the toilet, got Eve to her feet, and watched as she brushed her teeth. Then she took Eve to her bedroom and put her to bed. She placed a wastebasket by the bed. "In case you need to throw up again. We'll talk more later." Karrie walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Within minutes, Eve was sleeping soundly.

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April 15, 2012: Eve and Karrie's apartment.

Eve moped around the apartment all day, torn between calling Jonathan and telling him the truth about what happened between them...or trying to move on with her life. She couldn't choose. Besides, both choices sucked...big time. That she'd somehow fallen in love with him even after knowing him only a few hours was no longer in dispute. But how could she face him with her past the way it was? Yet...going another day without him in her life was just not acceptable either.

Then there was her job. She simply couldn't imagine ever saying to him. 'Jonathan, what would say if I told you I'm a phone sex operator?' That just wouldn't do. Not that she disliked her job. It was fun albeit frustrating at times. Talking about sex on the phone was okay, fantasizing while on the phone and masturbating was okay too. But some times, she needed a good hard...well, you know. She normally worked only four nights a week and was off on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She also knew she could make two, maybe three times more money on the weekends, but it paid well enough as it was and she didn't need that much money.

It was a slow, quiet Sunday. She and Karrie took care of their weekly housecleaning chores. After all, the workweek began tomorrow. When they finished, Karrie suggested they watch a DVD movie and produced a small box of DVD's borrowed from Casey. The first one out of the box was "The Bucket List" with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. Eve wasn't interested until Karrie 'casually' mentioned that it was among Jonathan's favorites. Then as Karrie had expected, Eve 'reluctantly' agreed to watch it.

So, they settled in to watch the movie with pretzels and beer. The both enjoyed drinking Bud Light Lime and fortunately, they both had a high enough metabolism, that neither had to worry about gaining weight or developing a beer belly.

Just a few minutes into the film, Eve was pleasantly surprised to find that she was really enjoying it. By the end, when the assistant, 'Matthew' was putting the 'Chock full o' Nuts' coffee can on the side of mount Everest, Eve sat there enraptured with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"That's so sad." She said, crying.

"They finished their list."

"But they died." Eve began crying inconsolably. Karrie knew it was about a lot more than a movie. She knew that Eve loved and missed Jonathan, but was afraid to face him. Karrie just wasn't able to get Eve to contact him.

It was going to be a long week. Due to Eve's stupidity...yes, Karrie thought Eve was being stupid. On top of that...Casey's job was taking him out of town until Friday and she was missing him already. That man could sure scratch her 'itch.' The really bad part was that he hated cell phones so much, he refused to own one, saying he never wanted to be that accessible. At least she could reach him by landline...when he was in the office.

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The week dragged by even slower than Karrie feared it would. Eve was so terribly disconsolate; she was barely able to work. Fortunately, she was so good at her job that she was always in demand. This meant that even this early in the year, she'd made enough that she could afford to take a week or two off. Karrie tried it once, but found that she had no talent for phone sex.

And so...life went on....

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April 19, 2012: Eve and Karrie's apartment.

Karrie was furious! Not at Eve. Not at Casey...not really. The situation was what was getting to her. Casey called her on Wednesday saying he was going to be out of town a day longer than he planned.

"You'd better be ready to take care of my conjugal needs when you get back, Buster...I may really fuck you to death. God! I can't believe how much I need and miss you." She'd told him.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." He'd said.

Eve came out of her room in sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt. She stopped and asked Karrie. "So, I guess since Casey won't be back until tomorrow, you're not going to the club tonight?"

"No...I'll probably go out for a little Italian food later and come home early.

"Well, I'm off to spend the evening with my Aunt Agnes...see you later?"

Karrie was reluctant to bring it up again, but.... "Why don't you call him? You know you really should."

"You already know why I can't. Besides, I'm sure he's moved on." The heartbreaking sadness in her voice was clearly evident to anyone who might have heard, anyone, except Eve of course. She didn't know that Karrie knew better. Casey had informed Karrie that Jonathan talked of nothing but Eve over the last week. But...Jonathan had been adamant! Eve had to come to him if she wanted to talk.

Casey and Karrie knew that these two belonged together...anyone could see it. And, if they ever pulled their heads out of their asses and quit being stubborn, they'd know it too.

Eve left to go to her aunt's. Karrie showered, put on some nice clothes and went out to a small local mom and pop Italian restaurant for lasagna and garlic bread. She thought to herself that she really should bring Casey here once...after he gets back. She recalled his mentioning that he too, enjoyed Italian food. At about 8:30pm, she was just pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex, when she looked at her apartment and saw a flashlight beam moving around inside. A prowler? Karrie did not expect Eve back before ten or ten-thirty...but somebody was in there! She drove to the nearest corner gas station to figure out what to do. Call the police? No, unless it was a real emergency, it would take far too long. And Casey was still out of town. Then an idea came to her. Jonathan only lived about fifteen minutes away. She'd call him. Karrie took out her phone and began dialing.

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Eve pulled back into the parking lot. She'd arrived at her aunt's to find no one home and a note on the saying she was gone to visit a niece, Eve's cousin and wouldn't be back until the next day. Eve wasn't upset. She knew that her Aunt Agnes had a horrible memory and had probably forgotten Eve's promise to visit. Eve decided to go home, watch a little TV and go to bed early.

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Elroy Johnson had quickly and quietly defeated the lock to that bitch's apartment. He found it amusing that those who built these complexes were unwilling to spend the money required to put good locks on the doors. He didn't expect them back any time soon. The tall, black-haired roommate was most likely spending the night with that asshole, Jonathan's tall blonde friend. That sweet chocolate morsel...he learned that her name was Eve, would be gone for at least a couple of hours.

He wasn't here to steal. He moved around the apartment rapidly, looking for...ah, yes! This had to be her room. He went to the chest of draws and pulled one open. Ha! Guessed right the first time...her panty drawer. He lifted a handful out and sniffed them. A small bulge appeared in the front of his jeans. Next, he cleared a small spot and left a card...then buried under all of that silly cunt, Eve's panties. Mustn't make it too easy to find. The card was simple...no name, no phone number, and no e-mail address...just three words. On the dark purple (Elroy's favorite color) card in gold lettering, 'Soon Baby, Soon.' Just as he was closing the drawer, he paused. He removed one pair of her panties...small, white and lacy. He hadn't meant to steal anything, but it was just one pair of panties, right? He shrugged and took them and then slipped out of the apartment the way he came in. He would hide in the bushes until she got back and watch her a while before going home.

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Eve stopped. Walking to the front door to her apartment when she sensed something was wrong. She could have sworn she saw some one with a blonde afro skulking in the bushes at the corner of the building. Fear gripped her. An image of that guy from the club last week popped into her head. She shuddered. The guy had creeped her out. The thought that he might be stalking her, scared her half to death. She hurried inside.




A Bittersweet Love Story?



Twenty minutes later....

Karrie was terrified. "Sorry to bother you, Jonathan...I tried, but couldn't reach Casey."

"He'll be back by breakfast tomorrow. You're sure someone's in there?" He said nodding toward the girl's apartment.

"Eve's at her aunt's and she and I are the only one's that live there. I know I saw a flashlight moving in there and tried to call Casey....the rest, you know. Whoever it is might have left. I really can't be sure if they're still there. I'm really sorry to bother you."

He was tempted to ask if Eve had said anything to her about him. But this wasn't the time or place. "You're Casey's ol' lady now. If he's not around, then as far as I'm concerned, I'm responsible for your safety.

Karrie gave Jonathan the key to her apartment. "Thank you, Jonathan." And as he turned to go, she added. "Be careful."

A minute later, Jonathan was inside. At first look, nothing seemed out of the norm. He went into the dining room. Nothing there.

Jonathan next eased across the dining room as quietly as he could. For the umpteenth time, he checked his shoulder holster for his Steyr M40. The small .40 caliber pistol was a birthday gift from his parents before they had died. He preferred it to his Colt .45 because of its greater magazine capacity. It's not a good thing to run out of ammo when in a gunfight with the 'bad guys.' He got to the other side, next to the kitchen and noticed a familiar odor. It was green apples...green apples? Wasn't that the cologne that asshole wannabe gangster at the club was wearing? He eased his Steyr out of the holster. What the hell? What would that man be doing in here? Did Eve start dating him and not tell her roommate, Karrie? That couldn't be...Jonathan thought sure that Eve was afraid of the guy. Did he break in? Jonathan had a ton of questions with no answers. He stopped to listen.

Eve crept silently through the apartment, absolutely petrified. She was sure she'd that guy from the club lurking around outside. Amadour...Elroy, or whatever the hell his name was. She left all the lights off hoping he'd think she wasn't home. And now, she was sure she could smell his cologne inside the apartment...inside! Icy fear gripped her heart. It was much more than the fear of being hurt or getting raped again. She was afraid that her body would betray her again...that she would once again be seen as the willing victim. The thought that Jonathan might think she preferred Elroy over him terrified her. She slunk into the dining room. She knew that Karrie kept a gun in there in a drawer beneath a cabinet. It was a small Rugar MK II .22 target pistol. Why oh why did I never learn to use a gun. She mentally screamed at herself. She didn't know if she'd be able to fire the weapon...maybe she could scare him with it? She got to the drawer and eased it open. She felt for the Ruger and found it quickly. She saw a dark shadow on the other side of the room that did not belong...a man! She slowly began to slip it out, but then the raised front site caught on something in the drawer...a wire or something. The slight noise was almost deafening in the quiet room. The frigid fingers of panic began to close in on her.

Jonathan waited until his eyes were acclimated to the darkness. He could actually clearly now. The table and chairs...the light switch on the wall a couple of feet away. Then he heard a noise. It was quite loud in the silence of the room...behind him! As quickly and quietly as he could, he spun around. There! By the cabinet...someone was standing there trying to get something out of the drawer there. It was still too dark for identification. Only one thing to do. In what seemed like one movement, Jonathan reached over, turned on the light, raised his pistol and began to stride toward the intruder. Maybe by attacking, he might catch whoever it was off guard.

The light came on. Eve looked into the drawer to see what the Ruger was caught on. She was thinking. Get the gun first, and then find out who was there and turned the light on. It was an electrical cord. She freed it and looked up as she brought it out. She found herself looking down the barrel of another gun. Her fingers went numb and the Ruger dropped to the floor.

Jonathan froze; his pistol less than two inches from the bridge of Eve's nose. Eve? What was she doing here? Karrie had said she was at some relatives'. She brought her hands together just below her chin. They seemed to be clawing at one another.

Eve stared in disbelief at the gun...it took away any relief she could have felt at seeing that it was Jonathan here...not Elroy or anyone else that might have wished her harm. She didn't say anything...didn't know what to say. A new fear hit her...it...was coming. That tsunami-like orgasm was on its way...and nothing could stop it now. She hated that it was going to happen, but was strangely looking forward to it. She felt it beginning. Heat flushed her cheeks.

He looked down at the gun and recognized it as an older Ruger. He could see that there was no magazine in it. There might be a round in the chamber, but somehow, he doubted it. He looked back at Eve. Her eyes were filled with animalistic fear...then they changed. A bright red flush covered nearly her entire face. Her hands dropped down in front of her groin. "Shit!" She hissed through clenched teeth. He was about to ask her if she was okay when he heard a splashing. He looked, and then stared. Her jeans were soaking wet from just below the waist to her knees. Fluid was still dripping to the floor.

For a brief moment, Jonathan thought she had peed herself...but no. There was no acrid urine smell. He lowered the Steyr. He wondered and then.... No. It couldn't be. He'd read something about female ejaculation a while back. Could this be that?

Eve whimpered. "Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod...Shit...! Fuck...!"

Jonathan just had to ask. "Did you just...?"

Eve launched herself at him. With one arm around his neck...her free hand tearing at her clothing, she violently brought her lips to his. She kissed him on the lips, then along his jaw, his neck...all the while desperately trying to get herself naked. He was sure he could even heard cloth tearing.

Jonathan managed to break off long enough to catch his breath. He saw Eve's t-shirt on the floor...torn in two. Her bra was on a chair three feet away...still clasped. How in the hell did she do that? He glanced down to see her jeans and panties down around her ankles. She was trying to kick them away frantically. Then, she began ripping at his belt and zipper. "Jonathan...Jonathan...you have to fuck me! You have to fuck me now. Right now!"

Next thing he knew, his Levi's and boxers were dropping past his knees. Then she ripped his shirt off...buttons flew in every direction. Eve shoved him...he fell back and then found himself sitting on one of the other dinning room chairs. Then with absolutely no hesitation, she impaled herself on his cock and started grinding her clit on his pubic hair. More cum came gushing out. She looked at him with smoldering eyes. "Why didn't we do this the other night?" It was as if she'd forgotten about the last time they were together. He was about to say something when she mashed her lips to his again as another orgasm racked her petite body.

She broke the kiss as the orgasm subsided. "Your cock feels so-o-o-o-o good inside me. She panted. Eve began to gyrate her hips, in order to get some friction...some kind of sensation without having to surrender one inch of that gloriously rigid cock inside her. She gripped his trapezii, her nails digging into his flesh so hard, she was drawing blood from him. "Jonathan...Jonathan, I need you to do something for me." She needed to say this, but was afraid to. "Please Baby...it won't make sense, but I need you to do it. I promise you that I will explain later...I promise!" She looked at him pleadingly. Please Jonathan, point your gun at me again...as if you're going to shoot it." He baulked. "Please, I swear I'll explain in a while...Ple-e-e-e-e-a-ease!" He reluctantly did as she asked. She tightened her grip on him, her eyes locked on the barrel of the gun, an inch away from her. Then her eyes rolled back, she started to pound herself on him, threw her head back and screamed. "JONATHAN! OH SHIT, JONATHAN...I LOVE YOU, JONATHAN!" Cum sprayed from her pussy splashing all the way up to his chin.

After what almost seemed to be all night, Eve kissed Jonathan. "I meant it...Jonathan...I've fallen...in love...with you." She said between ragged breaths.

He kissed her. "I'm reasonably certain that I'm falling in love with you too." He put an arm around her and stood, moving to the floor. It was surprising to him that she seemed to weigh next to nothing. Down to the floor. That he layed her ass in a puddle of her own cum didn't appear to bother her in the least. He started to piledrive his cock into her. She in turn, wrapped her arms and legs about him urging him on. "Harder, my love...faster, my darling Jonathan. Fuck me 'til I can't walk anymore, Baby."

Neither of them even noticed it when Karrie slipped into the apartment, nor would they have probably cared if they had. Karrie, seeing that all was well, actually more than well, chuckled quietly to herself. Better to give the new love birds more time to get to know one another better. She slipped silently off to her room to dream of Casey, masterbate and await his arrival.

Jonathan seized a handful of Eve's red hair, pulled her head to the side and softly bit her throat. Between that and his pounding into her, a new sensation swept through her body...different...new. Her heart felt as if it would going the shatter her ribs. It was like the strange pleasure she felt when starring down the barrel of a gun...but way different...and way better! "Jonathan. Iloveyou-Iloveyou-Iloveyou...." Then it exploded! Her body felt like it was blissfully blowing apart. "I'm...coming...again, Jonathan." She rasped. By far, the most intense, mind blowing orgasm she had yet experienced...ever. Even more powerful that her rape fantay orgasms...it almost seemed impossible. But this time her cum simply trickled out of her. Then right behind that, came another...exactly the same as the same as the last one. Speech became impossible...Eve found that she was scarcely even able to draw air into her lungs.

There were no words for the depth of the love she felt for Jonathan...at this moment, she would very happily die for him. Her thoughts ran amok...They were silly, even cliché...'Where has this man been all my life'. No other man would be in her arms like this, ever again...except maybe their son some day. Their son? Where did that come from? She was starting to get ahead of herself. Nice thought though.

Jonathan suddenly slowed to a gentle loving pace, pushing all the way on, pulling back to where only the head of his cock remained in her and then back all the way in again. To Eve, it couldn't possibly get any better than this. She sqeezed his shaft with her vaginal muscles to meet each achingly slow thrust. Her legs very nearly crushing his pelvis. Her hands clutching and clawing at his back. Eve had never know such exquitely sweet torture in all her life. "I love you." She said again. How many times had she told Jonathan that she loved him? Did it matter? No. And she would keep on telling him. "Oh God, I love you Jonathan."

"I love you too, Eve." He whispered to her. Jonathan knew that his orgasm was only seconds away. "Darlin', I'm gonna be coming soon, very soon."

"Oh yes...ye-e-e-s-s-s-s-s." She hissed. "Let's come together." And a moment later, they did...kissing and repeatedly professing their new found love for one another.

Several minutes later, Eve's breathing was almost nomal. "That was amazing, my love...mmmmm...the best ever."

"It certainly was something...exactly what, I'm not sure, but I definently can't wait to do it again." Jonathan said to Eve tiredly.

"I have a suggestion...."

He grinned. "I'm surely open to those."

"Let's straighten up out here, take a shower and go to bed so we can do this right."

They cleaned up quickly, recovered their discarded clothing and was about to head to the shower when they both heard a muffled cry through the door to Karrie's room. "Oh God! Oh my God! Yes! Fuck my ass Casey...fuck my ass!"

Eve chucled softly. "Maybe I'm not the only one in love?"

"But he's not even back yet."

She shrugged. "She tends to be loud...even when she's just masturbating."

After a long time in the shower which consisted of a great deal of touching, kissing and teasing, they dried off and climbed into Eve's bed. "Jonathan, before we make love again, there are some things I need to tell you." She was terrified. It was now or never, but she had to tell him.

So, she told him all of it. Every last shameful detail. About her rape fantasy...the love she unknowingly felt for her ex-stepfather, the rape...including the intimate details of the rape...her orgasmic reaction to real danger...everything. When she was done, she lay in in arms trembling...not from cold, but fear. Fear of rejection...that he would leap from her bed in disgust and leave.

Instead, he hugged her tightly. "Eve, darling. Your past is your past. There is nothing either of us can do about that. Did you really believe that it would change how I feel about you?" She nodded but didn't look at him. "Is that all? Or can we make whoopie again?" He pressed his hard shaft against her ass.

"Actually...."

"What now?"

"My job...."

"And that is...?"

"I'm a phone sex operator."

A moment of silence. "I have an idea." He said.

"What?"

"Let's talk about that tomorrow. Right now, I'd like to see if I can make you scream my name again."

Eve turned to him, and blissfully happy, she reached for his cock....

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April 27, 2012: The Rendezvous.

They were all back at the club. Standing at the bar, an arm wrapped around Jonathan's waist, Eve couldn't help but notice that Casey and Karrie were simply not able to keep their hands off each other. To her, they were very nearly the perfect couple. Not as perfect as Jonathan and her...but close.

Jonathan was dressed in black, as usual. The same suit, but no tie or vest this time. Eve was also in black. A short body hugging dress with a fine fishnet mid-drift. It was essentially see-though from just below her perfect breasts (in Jonathan's opinion) to barely above her pelvis. She didn't tell him that she was completely naked under the dress...but he'd find that out later when they got back to his place.

After a while, Eve excused herself to go to the ladies room. That turned out to a problem. The Rendezvous was a growing club and there were renovations taking place in the ladies room to quadruple its capacity, but for tonight, only two stalls were available and the line was long.

Finally, she was on her way back to Jonathan. She hated to be away from him even for a single minute...let alone the near twenty her bathroom ordeal took her. As she approached Jonathan, she noticed a short petite Asian woman talking to him and blatantly flirting with him. The girl wore a skintight white leather mini-skirt so short; it only just covered her ass and a matching leather halter that almost could have passed for a bikini top. She had tiny breasts, an A cup...maybe a very small B and what Eve had to admit, was a very nice little ass. Long silky, impossibly black hair hung down to the back of her thighs.

Jonathan spotted Eve and gave her one of those 'please help me' looks. Jonathan was one of those men who just didn't have it in him to be rude to a woman...no matter how annoying she is. Eve was coming up behind the girl when inspiration hit her. She smiled, put a finger to her lips for silence and stopped an inch or two behind the girl. She grasped the girl intimately by the shoulders.

Eve said in her sexiest, most sensual voice. "Oh Jonathan...she's perfect." Then before the startled girl knew what was happening, Eve slipped her arms around the girl and began to caress the tops of her inner thighs with her fingernails. She whispered so close, that her lips grazed the girl's ear. "God...I sure hope you eat pussy better than the last one we took home with us."

The girl bolted, wide eyed and ran off as fast as her stiletto heels would allow. Eve looked up at Jonathan with mock disappointment etched on her face. "Gee Honey...I really tried." She tried to look disappointed. "Poor girl just passed on possibly the wildest and 'best-est' night of sex in her life." She giggled and then looked in the direction the girl fled. "She's headed to the ladies room. Perhaps I could get her to reconsider?"

"No...not tonight." He laughed.

Eve gave her lover a knowing smile. "Maybe some day.... But, not anytime real soon." She put her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her and kissed him softly. "I love you so much; I would do anything for you...." She paused, "...even...." She didn't finish...sure, that he'd know what she meant.

"As you said...maybe some day. But...!" He grinned. "For now, I'm strictly a one-woman man."

"I'm glad." She said, kissing him again.

Casey interrupted. "Hey Jonny, what happen to that little oriental number that was trying to chat you up?"

"Oh...she passed on our offer to join us for the best threesome of her life." Eve answered him. All four burst into laughter.

A short time later, they decided to call it a night...mostly because Karrie was so damned horny, she even threatened to have her way with Casey right there on the dance floor.

They headed out. Due to all of the renovations at The Rendezvous, nearly a quarter of the parking lot was closed. Jonathan had to park a block and a half away. East half a block and through an alley to the overflow parking lot.

Less than a minute later, Jonathan and Eve started down the alley. "I don't like it, Hun." Her voice quavering.

"You want to go around?" Jonathan asked.

Eve took a deep breath. "No, let's just hurry home." She began to walk faster, pulling Jonathan with her. Quietly, he adored that she referred to his house as home.

Halfway through the alley, it hit them...the odor. Green apples. "Well, well, well. Lookee here at wha' I found." It was the voice of Elroy Johnson. "If it ain't muthah-fuckah and his little bit of sweet hot chocolate candy."

He stepped out of a shadow, a gun in his right hand. A very nice looking gun, Jonathan noticed...all chrome. It appeared to be a Colt 1911 .45 caliber. A collector's edition, he guessed. Probably stolen. Too nice of a weapon and too expensive for someone like Elroy to own. Elroy raised the gun, pointing it at Jonathan. He held it sideways and high...classic Hollywood gangsta style. It was immediately clear that most, if not all Elroy knew about shooting came from TV and the movies. Jonathan was not overly concerned. Contrary to what most people believe, handguns are never, ever as accurate as they are portrayed on TV or in the movies...not even close! To hold it gangsta style makes it even less accurate. And, even from just ten feet away, Elroy's chances of hitting anything were slim at best...Jonathan started thinking...planning.

Having Eve with him, Jonathan quickly looked around for an escape route...there was none. Elroy's henchmen blocked each end of the alley. There was no way Jonathan was going to allow this loser to put a hand on Eve again.

Elroy chuckled. "Now here's how this is gonna go down. First I'm gonna bust a cap inta Romeo here and den...." He stopped, thinking. Then he laughed. "I jes got a better idea. Gonna tie him up before I start fuckin' you sweet meat." He said to Eve. "And den...whilest you're acomin' and screamin' my name...dat's when I kill 'im. Elroy laughed again, thinking that uproariously funny.




A Bittersweet Love Story?



Eve looked at the gun and it hit her [no, not what you're thinking]. Anger. Anger at a level she never knew existed. Anger and hatred. This son of a bitch had just said that he was going to kill the man that she loved. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Jonathan was the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with.

Jonathan was thinking fast. He was sure he could get to this little fucker before he could pull the trigger. And even if he did, he was unlikely to hit anything. Just a moment longer and then....

Inside her body, Eve's adrenal gland did its thing...she sprang into action. First, she shoved Jonathan to the side as hard as she could.

The sudden movement startled Elroy and the gun went off. Jonathan went down and to his right. Eve figured he was getting out of the way of Elroy's next shot. Eve wasn't worried about herself. Elroy wanted to rape her, not kill her. She leapt at him, covering the ten feet in no time at all. Her left fist flew at her target with all the speed and power her adrenaline-fueled body could produce. Her blow aimed at the end of Elroy's chin...but in her haste and anger, she missed.

Her little fist struck Elroy's adam's apple, with a muffled 'popping' sound. The blow even knocked him back a couple of steps. The surprise on his face was soon replaced by confusion and then by fear. He dropped the pistol, bringing his hands to his throat. Eve did not understand why it seemed that Elroy was suddenly...inexplicably unable to breathe. She heard the sound of running feet and the voice of a woman from an upstairs window yelling that she had called the cops and they were on their way.

Elroy Lee Johnson didn't know, couldn't know that he was already dead. He was more terrified than he had ever been. Unknown to him, the little black girl had just crushed his larynx, sealing the air passage to his lungs. He was simply unable to draw air into his lungs. His vision was starting to darken. In short, as previously mentioned he was dead. He just lacked the good manners to fall down and expire...finally; he dropped to the ground and began to do just that.

The sound of running feet drew closer as Eve bent to pick up the gun that Elroy dropped and then she'd check on Jonathan. Just then, a huge black fist impacted the side of her face sending her into blackness....

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Eve came around in the back of an ambulance. She was strapped onto a gurney with an IV dripping. A police officer sat on the bench seat next to her, scribbling in his notebook. She reached out and tapped his knee.

"Oh! You're wake...finally. How's our little heroine?" She raised her eyebrow in confusion. The cop smiled. "The asshole you killed was a serial rapist. Somehow, you smashed the son of a bitch's throat...deader than yesterday's hamburger. We arrested another guy, but one still got way."

Where was Jonathan? She was almost afraid to ask, but she did not know why. Her mouth felt dryer than the Mojave. "J...Jon...Jonathan?"

The cops' eyebrows shot...he went back a few pages in his notebook, "Ah...here it is...Jonathan Q. Doe. He was with you? Did you know him?

An icy cold fist crushed her heart. Oh my God...No! Her suddenly panicked mind screamed at her. Eve had found her perfect match...the man of her dreams...and now.... The cop had asked her, Did you know not, Do you know. That meant...that meant...that meant that.... As the realization hit her. Eve fainted.

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Epilog:

April 27, 2013: Eve's apartment.

It was 3:30am. Eve awoke to her son's crying. She seemed to be always in a good mood to tend to his needs She took care of the obligatory diaper duties, pealed off her night grown and took the baby into her arms...breast feeding was so much nicer...and easier. Looking down at little Jonathan Q. Doe II, she felt a closer connection to the baby's father. The baby looked like his father, albeit with slightly darker skin.

Jonathan was gone a year and if anything, Eve's love for him was even stronger. A year later and she was still glad that she'd been the one to kill the murderer of her son's father. She was alone now...except for the baby, but not forever. Eve would find love again. She knew Jonathan would have insisted. But for now....

Eve regarded her pregnancy as a miracle. She had been on the pill and the 'so called' experts said it was 99% affective...Eve's opinion? Thank God for that 1%! When she learned that she was pregnant, she was so incredibly overjoyed, she wept in sadness...and joy. She would keep the child, of course. It would be a product of Jonathan's and her love.

Later in the day, her dearest friends would be over. Casey and Karrie were now married and expecting their first child in the summer.

Eve went back to bed, taking the baby with her and cried herself to sleep again. Jonathan was gone, but at least he'd left something of himself for Eve to love.

The End.

Again...no apologies. It is my hope that you enjoyed this story regardless of its end. I don't expect this story to do well. Also...I will admit that the rape thing is more than a little far-fetched...hey, it's just a story.

As usual, please feel free to comment...anything constructive. However, abusive comments and 'cheap shots' will be deleted.

And for those of you who didn't know, the quote at the beginning by Michael Lee Aday who is among my favorite singers is better known as Meat Loaf.

DS