15 comments/ 20322 views/ 21 favorites Melody and Kaiden Ch. 01 By: Steadybutimstartingtoshake 'The chemical compound of the equal ratio of sulfur to...' She unmiraculously stopped reading and caring at the same time. She sat up on the bed in her room inside her shared apartment. She looked at her room. If it had been anyone else's room, she would have dismissed them to be some immature college kid. The walls were emblazoned with knick-knacks and band posters. It reminded her of her room back home. She tried not to think about it because it was hard decision to leave. Her dad had cancer and her mom had arthritis. Sure they had her little brother, but he was still pretty young and she was certain he wanted a life of his own but she had to remind herself like her parents did that she worked for this. She earned her way into university and she couldn't let it go. So she tried her hardest and studied to make sure that she did her parents proud. She even studied on nights like these. Nights when the whole town was partying. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of cream colored cotton boy shorts that complimented her mocha skin and the same kind of sports bras that female boxers wore. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail and she had her thick-rimmed glasses on. Her roommate wasn't home yet; she had slept over at her boyfriend's house so she had her iPod plugged into the iHome set to her favorite playlist. She let her eclectic music blast through the smallish apartment. She sang along with the songs every once in a while. At that momment, it was 'Steady as She Goes' by The Raconteurs. She looked out her window and looked at all the people dressed in their Sunday best on their way to the club. Apparently some hot movie star was celebrating his birthday nearby because it was close to his movie shoot. Everyone wanted to gain attendance to the ultrachic club only a couple miles off campus. She wished she mustered up enough care to want to go, but she really couldn't. Her mid-terms would be coming up before she knew it and chemistry was still kicking her ass. She walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge. Empty, of course. It was her turn to buy groceries and she hadn't. She had decided to isolate herself in her room and try to study. Of course, that failed. No one could willingly be interested in chemistry. Instead, she laid on the ground of living room floor and died in the sounds of 'When I Say Go' by the 1900's. Watching all the quiet faces, I can understand the need to be rescued by better things than man. God she needed a man. She hadn't had one, in forever. No since her best friend in high school quietly and nervously took her virginity. Not that that was satisfying or gratifying in any way, shape, or form. She yearned for the rugged touch of a Man, not a boy. As she let her mind drift into the thoughts of some hot, young Fabio doing things to her that she could only fantasize about, she felt her hand snake into her underwear and play with her clit. She let out a dragged moan as she let her index finger dip in her hot core. She imagined the strong calloused hands rubbing against her sensitive spot, until she realized she was masturbating on her living room floor to some figmented Don Juan. Pathetic, she thought to herself. She walked to her sink, washed her hands, and poured a bowl of captain crunch sans the milk. She settled on the couch and flipped the channels. It was on Lifetime and some typical movie about a widow falling in love with some serial killer was playing. She sat and watched, occasionally stopping to grab a handful of the cereal to throw into her mouth. Her iHome was still playing but she had shut the door to her room so that it was only background noise. She was starting to get comfortable when she heard loud raps on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and her roommate had a key. Maybe it was her own hot serial killer wanting to romance her and then murder her. She got up and turned off the TV, she didn't want the serial killer to know she had stooped so low that she had started watching Lifetime movies. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was her best friend Rae, dressed to the nines with a bunch of girls. She closed her eyes and turned around as if they would disappear if she couldn't see them, only to be proved wrong by louder, more obnoxious knocks. She took a deep breath and opened the door. "Where in the H-E double hockey stick is your phone Mel?" Rae exclaimed in her southern twang as she barged into her apartment. "It's on silent, I wanted to study," she replied. "Melody Anna Green, do not scare me like that. I thought you might have been kidnapped or killed." "Nope," chuckled Mel as she looked at the other girls getting comfortable in her apartment. Raelene Parker was a true southern bell. She had Drew Barrymore in Charlie's Angels-era red hair and the cutest country twang. Her large doe eyes surprisingly had brown sparkling orbs. She had a curvaceous body and was every man's walking wet dream. She was a political science major, wanting to work in congress but the body of a hooters girl. She was the type of girl you brought home to the parent's without losing her outgoing side. Melody had always been jealous of her for those reasons; Rae could have the brains and the boys, while she managed with just the brains. Tonight she was wearing a cheetah print mini dress, a pair of black patent leather pumps, and little to no make up. Her racy red hair was in a high ponytail. "You're comin' out with us tonight lil' missy, and no you don't have a choice," she stated as she grabbed Mel and barged into her bedroom. Immediately, they were greeted by Chevelle's 'Send the Pain Below.' Rae threw her nose up into the air and changed the playlist to 'Rae's Playlist.' The mood in the room changed as 'She's Dope' by Down With Webster started too blast. Rae went to her closet and started to search for a clubbing outfit for her modest best friend. "Ya know, you could help me a lil. This is for your benefit," she said as she grabbed Mel's arm and dragged her to her roommate's room. "We cannot be in here," she exclaimed as she tried to moved the stubborn red head. "Like hell, you need somethin' sexy and that Natty sure can dress," she said more to herself as she admired her wardrobe. "I can't wear her clothes and either way, I'm not going. I have to learn two chapters of chemistry." "A. You can, just dry clean it and return it. B. I'll have hot Robbie teach you the whole book, if you promise to come out tonight." She was caught at a fork in the road. Hot Robbie was Rae's boyfriend, not to be confused with Crazy Robbie, he was the top student in thier chemistry but clubbing and partying just wasn't her scene. She'd rather be curled up in a ball reading a classic with some light tunes but she needed the grade. Badly. "Fine, but you're paying for dry cleaning," she huffed realizing that she had been handed two evils. Rae started to bounce in joy and do a little happy dance. After countless attempts to get her out of the house, she finally prevailed. She rummaged through the stylish closet and after many arguments and protests, she finally settled on a short, white strapless sweetheart dress with a gold belt. She decided to pair them up with gold pumps and light make up. Her straight hair was waved and topped of with a gold gemmed beret pushing one side of her hair back. The whole process took about an hour and a half, and once done. They bolted to the club. When they got into the club, due to 'special connections,' they immediately headed for the bar. Getting margaritas all around. They toasted to single girls and single friends. Mel actually felt like she belonged, for a second, because that's how long it lasted. The all traded thier drinks for men leaving her at the bar all alone. She was happier that way in retrospective. They had annoyed her during the ride over with their shallow talk. She sat by the bar, put on her iPod, which was neatly tucked into her bra, and people watched. She found that to the certain songs, she'd see people in a certain way. Like she could their insecurities. That's how she noticed him, across the room, in the VIP section above. She had been listening to 'Dreamer' by Ozzy Osbourne. He was staring into the distance, probably people watching too. He looked beautiful and thoughtful. Like a starving artist looking for a music to quench his thirst. The look immideatley faded when they seemed to lock eyes. She was too far away to be sure as they stared at each other for that moment, he had a different look in his eyes. ******* "Ooh my God, oooh my god.....," screamed the blonde as she started to orgasm. Kaiden Stone was just about done too. He took three long thrust and emptied his seed into the condom. He rolled off of her and laid on his back, staring the ceiling fan, and thinking. 'Did she finish? I think she did. Does it matter? Does it ever matter?' It really didn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, mumbled something, and headed for the shower. She started to praise their love making, when he shut the door. He didn't like her. She was really foreign, from like Sweden or somewhere like that. She would comment on how everything was bigger here and so different. He had gotten sick of her within the first half an hour of their dinner date. Sure she was pretty, they all were. Slender, from drugs and throwing up, stupid, and willing. The perfect women, except lately, they were petulant. He longed for a girl that didn't care how big his mansion was or penis, cause at the end of the day, he should want to show them that. Lately, this was part of the routine. He would charm a girl, and bring her back to his house where they would find out both how big his house and penis were. He looked at himself in the mirror. It was the eve of his twenty-eighth birthday. He should have be looking at himself with pride and admiration. At twenty-eight, he was wealthy beyond the average man's imagination, well respected and sought after, handsome as hell, and a ladies man. He was successful, yet for some reason, he felt like a failure. Like all of his successes meant nothing even though he worked damn hard for everything he had. In the middle of his careful contemplation, his phone started to ring. He went for his coat pocket and checked the caller I.D., a habit had picked up ever since evil exes tended to call to give him a piece of their minds. It was just Jerome. Jerome was a tall black guy with short neat hair. He and Kaiden had been friends since Kaiden's breakout role in some stupid summer blockbuster. He wasn't really in the mood to talk yet he answered in it anyway. "Bro, you need to hurry yo cracker ass up! We got ladies that are patiently waiting." "Hey man, I just finished up with dinner. I'll take a shower and head over. Head over, I'll be there in like 30 minutes." "More for me bro, I ain't hating. Peace out Lady Killer." Kaiden laughed at his friend's tomfoolery. Although he was only two years older then guy, he felt like he was a kid, in a good way. Jerome had the same innocence and youth that he had. The youth he wanted back more than ever. It was like his body could take it but his mind couldn't. The girls still got his dick up, but it didn't give his head the same sense of accomplishment. Like catching the same fish over and over again, not that it ever was. Today it was Sweden, tomorrow it would be France, or England. Hell maybe Egypt. He entered the shower, at led the water cascade over his long black hair. He had cut it short for an army movie a while back a while ago and it had finally recovered and gained its length, hanging proudly past his ears. He poured some shower jel into his hand and rubbed it all over, wishing it was a females hand but not just any female. That female. The one to end all females. He imagined her behind him rubbing her soapy hand all over his back. Kissing it and her lathering him up. Eventually, her little hands would snake in front of him and grab his aching member and ever so slowly stroke and whisper dirty things into his ears. To his dismay however, it was her soft hand. It was his calloused one. He kept stroking until he blew his load onto the wall. After cleaning himself and his shower off, he emerged out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he was shocked to see her still there. "Hey there sexy, bathroom door was locked. I would have joined you," she said in a thick accent, she rolled in the sheets and tried to act sexy, but he was more disgusted. She sounded like a second grader learning to speak. Although he knew she couldn't help it, he just looked at her. She sensed the tension and tried to break it. "You have something for me?" He walked over to his dresser and dipped into his wallet. He grabbed a couple of bills and threw it onto the bed. "Goodbye," he said. Not even turning around, just going to his closet to get dressed. She started to yell in her broken English, something about assholes and 'not being prostitute.' He didn't care. He was Kaiden Stone, acclaimed womanizer. You had to know what you were getting into with him. He was the classic hump her, dump her kind of guy. Secretly they all knew it but they didn't want to believe it, because they were special. Bullshit. He laughed, one day it would get old and he couldn't wait. When he got to the club, he was greeted to the familiar scene. Fake friends, paparazzi, reporters, and girls. Tons and tons of girls. He shrugged off the leeches, and walked in. He needed a drink. Just one drink. He hated being Kaiden Stone at times like these. Movie star and tabloid fodder. He walked in with his entourage, well, his best friends Jerome and Kyle and their entourage. Kyle was Kaiden's half brother. He had messy blond hair, a tan, and deep blue eyes most women couldn't resist. They headed straight to the VIP area. That's when he noticed her. She was a white dove in a room full of vultures. He pretended to be interested in some comment Jerome made about 'getting pussy' tonight but he didn't care. He walked over to the balcony of the VIP section and stared at the bar. She sat there, just sat there. Something was different. Most girls were drinking, trying to get laid or paid but she was just sitting there. He had to go see. "I'm going to get a drink. Anyone want something?" He rushed out and continuing before letting them answer, "No, didn't think so." He went straight for the bar, like a hunter looking for his prey. She was alone, just watching people as if she were being hypnotized. He got to the bar and went in for the kill. "My name is God, or at least that's what you'll be calling me tonight. What's yours baby?" he said in the smoothest tone he could muster. He sat down next to her, she continued to stare at the crowds. She hadn't even acknowledge his presence. "You know you don't need to play hard to get. You're going to get fucked, hard and good," he said as she continued to stare. Maybe she was deaf, he waved his hand in front of her face and out popped a head phone. He felt stupid, for the first time in forever. "We're you talking to me?" "Is this seat taken?" he asked, trying to rekindle the charm he once had. "Yes it is," she said as she put the headphone back into her ear. Dumbfounded, he turned to the bar and immediately ordered two shots. After drowning them down, he ordered a gin and tonic. He tried again with a little boost of Dutch Courage, he swung back in his seat and went in for the kill but ended up killing her dress. Spilling most of her margarita that was sitting on the table onto her dress. She immediately jumped up and screamed at him. "Are you mentally challenged or just a jackass? Learn some manners, you jerk-off." She yelled loud enough for Rae to come up to her and whisk her away to the bathroom. "I'm so sorr-" he started before she was completly gone. He turned to the bar and noticed people where staring. He ordered another drink for her and almost didn't notice her iPod sitting on the bar. She must have left it, he thought. It was in the middle of a song. It was 'Animal' by Miike Snow. He listened to it. It was different, definitely not what was in nowadays. He smiled. She was different. He formulated a plan to apologize and get the girl at the same time. ******* "What a jerk!" she yelled in the bathroom. "Sweetie it was a mistake," consoled Rae, to no avail. "Why was he even talking to me? I don't know him." Rae laughed at her best friend's naivety. "He was trying to know you," she said as one of the other females in the group came in with some club soda. She poured it on the spill. "Whatever he's so full of crap," she pouted angrily but all thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a voice from the PA system cooed. "To the beautiful white dove, I'm sorry about your dress. Let me apologize to you in person, come to the DJ booth. If you don't, you will never see your precious iPod again. If you don't believe me, this one's for you, my dove." With that, 'Animal' by Miike Snow started to pour through the whole club. She fumed. First he ruins her dress and now he holds her stuff hostage? Who the hell did he think he was? She marched over to the DJ booth and stopped in her tracks when she noticed just how good looking the guy was. He had long black hair that wasn't shaggy or unkempt. He had emerald sex eyes that were soaking her panties. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a dark royal blue dress shirt. He was clearly built, but not jacked. She hated guys who looked like they ate steroids for breakfast. He oozed sexuality without even trying to. She immediately felt naked and shy, not the angered beast that had stomped her way here. "D-d-do you have my iPod?" she stammered out. She hadn't stuttered since middle school, she was mortified. Here was this god and here was the dorky girl with braces, making an unwanted cameo. Yet, when he looked at her, he didn't see it that way. He saw an untapped beauty, waiting to be unleashed. He was automatically interested in knowing about her, starting with if she came with a guy. In a way, he started to get nervous. He couldn't use the sleaze act with her, he had to charm her with his mouth and not his penis. "Let me start off by apologizing for the dress and offer to pay for dry cleaning or buy you a new one. And second, let me be the first to say, you have a great taste in music," he said as he handed her the largish device, taking the club out of it's trance and into it's regular dirty, sleazy mode. "T-t-thanks, d-d-don't worry about the d-d-ress," was all she could manage. She felt all the blood rush to her face, she was sure that if she were white, she'd be the color of a tomato. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "If you keep playing innocent, I'm going to have to show you just how bad you are tonight." Her panties or lack thereof, she didn't consider thongs to be technically considered underwear, were soaked immdediatley. Yet, she felt like it was too forward. She had just met the guy and all of a sudden he was going to rock her world? Sleazebag. She started to walk in the direction of the women's restroom and he started to follow her. He eventually followed her and nipped the problem in the butt. Asking her what was wrong and questions of the such, only to be ignored. She slunk into the lavatories and he stood dumbfounded. Kaiden Stone was never rejected. Women of all ages and races yet his mocha colored dove rejected him and he was standing outside of the girls room feeling rejected? Kaiden Stone had been rejected. He started to feel like a high school freshman wanting asking out the senior cheerleader dating the head football player. The question was, do you risk it? He obviously wasn't a high school, and she wasn't the cheerleader but for some reason his palms were sweaty, his throat was dry, and his heart was pumping. That was it, he would risk it. Melody and Kaiden Ch. 01 He strode in and was greeted with a yelp. The bathrooms were empty so he went in for the kill, again. He walked straight up to her and stopped until his 6'1 frame was standing directly in front of her petite 5'4. He stared down into her slightly frightened visage and lightly cupped her face. He picked her up and back her into a sink on which she sat so they were almost looking face to face. He stared at her face right before edge his face closer, and closer until they're lips met. At first it was a light brush, almost as if it never even happened but then it deepened as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and engaged her into a full on tongue war. It took her a second to realize that she was being kissed and only another second to forget all thoughts and melt in the kiss. It continued on for what seemed to be an eternity, his hands alternating from her ass to her breasts, eliciting small moans from her. His hands started to want more. They wanted skin. He started to slide up her thigh and eventually to her panties where he dipped a finger into her heated core, shocked at the flood threatening to break free. He wanted to explore but that move was way too forward and she pushed him away. She got down from the sink and bolted out of the room, making a beeline for the exit. He tried to catch up with her but there was a blockade of people letting her pass. Eventually she got out and started walking the back to campus, in heels on one of the coldest nights of the season. She was stopped in her tracks when she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist and then a sense of weightlessness. She on cue, started kicking and screaming, but that didn't stop him from carrying her all the way to his car. As soon as he got her into the car, he put her seat belt on and blocked the exit. He interrupted the slew of screams she was sure to unleash on him by covering her mouth with his hand. "Before you get say anything, I just want you to know that I know you're pissed but you want me. I felt it. Touched it. Tasted it. I know you're scared but if you just give me a chance, I will fuck you so hard that you will be screaming my name. So if you can honestly say you don't want a breath taking night of sex and screaming, you are free to walk away and forget this ever happened. Oh, but the desire will not go away and I promise, touching yourself the way that you want me touching you won't make it go away either. So it's your choice." He didn't realize, but he was holding his breathe, fearful that if he exhaled, he would lose all the confidence he worked hard to build back up. When he heard the belt unclick his heart sank, which made this kiss she planted on him unexpected and welcomed. He gave it back to her tenfold and lifted her up so her back was to the car. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and let herself lose her inhibitions. After a couple of passionate minutes of canoodling, she pushed herself down and got into the passenger seat. Tonight was going to be a wild ride. Melody and Kaiden Ch. 02 Hey guys! Sorry it took me a while to update, I've been super busy. I read a lot of your comments and after finally reading 'Light's! Camera! Action!' I see where you're all coming from. I promise you though, no plaugurism was intended and after reading this one, you'll notice that too. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if there are any gramatical mistakes, especially at the end, I'm getting a new laptop and I wanted to get this one written and published so I wouldn't have to transfer everything. I appreciate all the comments that didn't reference LCA. Keep them coming and I hope this satisfies all the people who did compare the stories. Kisses. P.S I'm totally into music, I seriously recommend you check out the music referenced in my stories. They are straight from my personal iTunes library. Even my username 'steadybutimstartingtoshake' is a lyric (Rob Thomas - This Is How a Heartbreaks.) **** Melody didn't know what it was. What clicked in her brain. What made her get into a thousand dollar car with a hot stranger. She wasn't this type of a girl. She was more likely to become a nun then to embark on an impromptu sexcapade with the first georgous Fabio, but that was it. That's why she did it. She didn't want to be the prude. She wanted to be normal. She had given up so much for her parents and her grades. Getting a job to help support the family, while miraculously staying a straight A student. When her dad had to leave work, her mom had to stay home and take care of her dad while also working to support two children. She never had time to be a teenager. The only time she had ever done anything remotely selfish was when she slept with Lucas, her best friend at the time. He had come over after school to start thier science report. She was sitting at her desk and he was on the bed. Lucas had blond hair with a cowlick. He had soft blue eyes and a permenantly dull face. He had a tall, lanky body and an awkward frame. Not that she was a catch either at the time. She had short dark hair, about chin length with a pair of unsightly round glasses. She had an average body brimming with baby fat. She was also a tad bit shorter, accetunating the the extra on her body. "So I was thinking we could do something about rubber. Like experimenting on like electricity and rubbers low conductivity." She turned to face him. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. "Ha-ha-ve you ever wondered a-a-about it?" He asked nervously. "Well not really. I know that rubber blocks electricity." "N-n-oo. It. Sex." She gasped. She had never thought about 'it,' especially not with no. "N-n-oo, especially not with y-y-you." "Oh." He replied disheartened, " I forgot you're waiting for Bobby Bleckner to ask you out." "No i'm not!," she replied in an offended tone, "I could care less about Bobby Bleckner or any other boy." "S-s-so will you have s-s-sex with me?" She couldn't reply so she nodded her head. She got up and sat in front of him on her small bed. He reached down to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off of her body. She used her arms to shield her chubby belly. He grabbed one of her breasts and let his hand just sit there. It wasn't romantic or sexy. It was.... Awkward. They stayed like that for almost five minutes. He moved on by standing up, promting her to do the same, and taking off his clothes. She followed suit. She looked down at his penis, it was longish but then again, what did she have to compare it to. He sheathed himself and soon after he was above her. He took a deep breathe and pushed the whole way in. She yelped in pain as he split her in two. His breathe became shallow and the room became silent. He thrusted in and out while she tried not to cry. About three minutes later, his mouth formed an 'O' and he supressed his moans as he emptied his seed into the condom. He rolled over and caught his breathe. He got up, got dressed, stuttered something inaudible, and walked out. She rolled over and cried until she had to start getting ready for work. ******* Why was she doing this to herself again? She didn't have fun the first time and didn't want to relive it a second time. She didn't have raging hormones or whore moans for that matter. Why was she doing this period? She didn't even know his name or how old he was. For all she knew, she had just gotten into a car with America's Most Wanted. She was about to get fucked and bludgeoned. Or maybe he was a necrophiliac. She tried to say something but she was over come with fear. They were sitting in his Mercedes SLS going to god knows where to do god knows what. What if she asked him something and he off-ed her right there in the car. Oh god, why did she get into the car? She didn't mind being a prude. Prude's didn't get murdered after leaving with sketchy people. Although he was wearing an expensive suit in the VIP section of an expensive club. Maybe he was a mob boss? He did have a slight tan to his complexion. Not that that would make the situation better, it would probably piss him off more if she denied him. He had noticed how antsy she was getting. He knew she was regretting getting into the car. He wasn't sure why she got in, in the first place. It was a wild shot in the dark and he was shocked when she took it. She had this child-like innocence to her. She didn't scream sexual tigress or wild cat in bed. She was probably still a virgin. She had called him a jackass and a jerk-off. She didn't even swear. There was something about her that made him nervous. She wasn't hot, she wasn't sexy. She was beautiful. Just plain beautiful. She was like a flower that had just bloomed. Unlike the others, she didn't want to talk to him or fake a conversation to get something out of him. He promised himself he wouldn't get to involved with them. He promised himself he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. "You can plug your iPod to the radio system thing. Just change the station to auxillery." She started at him for a couple of seconds before she did it. She shuffled through her iPod and picked 'Noticed' by MUTEMATH. She closed her eyes and let herself drift in the music. The song fit the night drive. She slowly drifted off. When he looked over at her, she was clutching her heels in hand with her eyes closed. She didn't open then until she felt light feather weighted strokes going up her thighs, higher and higher each time. She looked over at him. He had a predatory, lustful gaze on his eyes. He looked over at her and licked his lips. She shivered, sending pulses to her already soaking pussy. She immideatley closed her legs. He growled. "Open your legs. Now." He didn't ask, he commanded. Out of fear and lust, she did as told. He went for the gold. She moaned at the contact. He plunged in and out, feeling the heat rising from her deep, tight core. He slid his finger up and down her pussy lips. She moaned and whimpered. Her breath shortened and faster. His fingers made contact with her pulsing clit, making her arch her back and moan louder. He circled around it, moving up and down. He started to pull over into an empty grocery store parking lot, his finger never leaving her wet cunt. When the car was in park, he gently slid in another finger in her soaking centre. He pumped in and out making a come hither motion. He used his other hand to roll and squeeze her clit. She was starting to feel the buildup of an orgasm starting, and then he stopped. He removed his fingers and sucked on one of them. "You taste delicious, have a taste," he put his fingers in her mouth. She moaned and sucked on the finger, "now tell me what you want me to do." "I-I-I want-t-t-t-t you to make m-m-m-me orgasm," she said in a shy quiet tone. She couldn't deny it, he had gotten her started and she needed to finish. He stuck a finger deep inside of her. "You know, if you keep playing innocent, i'm going have to start punishing you," he whispered into her ear as he pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts and effectivley sending chills down her spine. "I want you to make me come." He grabbed her ass cheek really hard and then smacked it. "Tell me you want me to tongue fuck the living shit out of you," he said in an agressive, sexy tone as he pumped his finger furiously in and out of her. She would have yelled it off the roof tops if she could say anything. She was screaming in pleasure in this point. She couldn't manage anything that wasn't a moan. He leaned down to her thighs and kissed his way to her inner thighs. Her skin had the softest feel of imported silk. He ripped her panties for better access and began to kiss her lips as she mewled and grabbed the back of his head with one hand and touched her breast with the other. He never stopped fingered her as he moved his mouth to her pulsating clit. She began breathing heavily and in shortened breaths. She was playing with her breasts, rolling around her nipples in her fingers. He could feel that she was almost there, so it was time for the grand finale. He began to suck on her clit and stuck another finger in her. She exploded, screaming out into the car. Moaning, arching her back, and holding his head in place as she rode out the wave. He lapped up her juices and then got up from his bent position. He kissed her passionatly, coaxing her tongue with her juices. She looked sated and satified, her breathing still eratic. That was her first orgasm, ever. Maybe she was going to be one of the lifetime movie girls who would have passionate love trysts before getting murdered. Either way, she had been satified, without the use of his penis. She tried to pull up her top but he stop her mid tracks and pinched her nipples, sending another wave of arousal down to her pussy. She would have tried again but she was spent. She let her eyes close and sink in the feeling. 'Kids' by MGMT was playing in the background, slowly lulling her to sleep and it wasn't long until she was. When she opened her eyes, everything was a blurry daze. 'Yonkers' by Tyler, the Creator was playing in the background. She didn't recognise where they were, not that she expected to. Although, she figured it would have been college dorms or apartments. She put on her glasses for a better look. She saw a large and high gate with long metal bars going vertically making some type of design. It was a large house or estate. How old was he and how could he afford this? Most definatley a mob boss. She pulled up her top and tried to make out the scenery. There were privacy hedges blocking her view of the exterior and vice versa. If he was going to try something, she had come to a resolve that she would scream and one of the neighbours could come rescue her but this was private. He could cut her up with a chainsaw and no one would hear. She didn't know if it was the song or the fact that she had no idea where she was but she lost it. This was all too much. She jumped out of the car, while it was still moving. She landed, hard, on what seemed to be gravel or rocks. When she tried to get up, her ankle put up a fierce fight. She started to scream and limp back the gate. It needed some type of an opener, like a key or a code. She clutched the bars and screamed again until she bursted out into large sobs. She felt a large pair of arms going for her shoulders and for her legs and next thing she knew, she was being carried inside. Everything was dark but he knew how to navigate his way around. He smelled coffee and let his sense guide him into the kitchen. He placed her on the counter and went for the lightswitch. Her hair was disheveled and eyes bloodshot benath her specs, which were bent at the centre. Her dress was dirty and had a small tear on the bustline. "Are you fucking insane?" he yelled as she adjusted her eyes to the light. She didn't reply. "You could have seriously injured yourself. If you wanted to get out, you could have just said so. I'm not holding you hostage. If you were having second thoughts about this whole thing, you could have just said something instead of taking a suicidal dive. God that was so fucking stupid of you." She still didn't reply. He sat down on a bar stool and put his elbows in the counter and buried his face into his hands. The stress of today was getting to him. His father wanted more money on his birthday, his mother was still a slave to his abuse. Every year he would call on Kaiden's birthday, make awkward small talk and ask for money. Kaiden would yell and scream no and then his mother would call and ask that he forgive and forget. Kaiden would give in and not hear hide nor hair from them until the next time he needed money or the closest major holiday. To top his shitty birthday off, Miss Suicide wasn't satisfied with his preformance. He had given her an amazing, top notch orgasm. He hadn't tried that hard with a girl in forever and no girl had tried to kill themself before having sex with him. He didn't have to deal with any of this, but he liked it. He liked, no, wanted the challenge. He wanted to make her toes curl. He wanted to make her scream his name. To get over her reluctance and fully give in to him. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I don't know what came over me. I'm not usually that stupid." He sighed. He didn't mean to make her feel bad. Just cognizant of the stupidity in her actions. Now he felt bad. "Let me see your ankle. You took a nasty dive." She offered him her leg and he got up and felt around her ankle. She winced at his touch. "I don't think you broke anything, I would say its swollen. Just stay off of it. I'll give you an ice pack and i'll alternate between hot and cold." He put an ice pack on her ankle and carried her out of the room. They went into the living room and he placed her in a recliner chair. He walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of Jack Daniels. He drank down the contents of one and then refilled it. He walked over to her and offered her the glass. He sat down on the coffee table so they were face to face. She shook her head. "I don't really drink. Do you have ginger ale?" she asked shyly. He drank down the contents of his glass. "Sweetheart, you're going to need something stronger than ginger ale if you want to survive that ankle." He offered her the glass again and she reluctantly accepted it. She drank it down and winced at the burn. He grabbed both glasses and refilled them and walked back. He handed her the glass and she drank it. She started to feel looser and lighter. "What's your name? I never got to find out your name," she asked with help from a little bit of dutch courage. "Kaiden," he replied flatly after drinking down the copper liquid. "How old are you?" He got up and took the whole bottle over. "Don't worry sweetheart, i'm legal. You won't get arrested for statutory rape," he said brimming with sarcasm. "How did you afford this house? I mean, I have a job but I wouldn't be able to afford this." He filled thier cups and looked at her in her eyes. She slowly drank the liquid and burped, lightly. She giggled and excused herself. Was she really that innocent? Did she not know about who he was? He never knew who was playing dumb to get to him and who was real. He didn't buy it. Any of it. Women who wore dresses like hers and accepted sex from random strangers weren't innocent. He drank the rest of the liquid and leaned in, so he was hovering above her. She squirmed a little in her seat. He grabbed her cheeks and planted an urgent kiss on her lips. He started to take of her pants and she pulled away. "Could you get me some coffee. I think the alcohol is getting to me," she said in a muted and hushed tone, her face turned away from him. "I guess?" he replied. Dumbfounded that she was rejecting sex. How far was this game going to go? He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a mug, and pushed the reheat button. This was tripping him out. He managed to bag the most prudish girl in bumfuck college town. There were tons of girls who wanted to sleep with him, yet he got the only one that was afraid of sex. The worst part being that he liked her and was painfully hard. He had been since thier little rendez-vous in the bathroom. He wanted to devirginise every inch of her body. He wanted to rub, touch, suck on every inch of skin until she melted into his arms. For the first time in a while, Kaiden Stone had a crush. ******* When Melody woke up, she felt a heavy pounding in her skull. Kanye West once said, 'What's worse, the pain or the hangover?' In this case, it was most definatley the hangover. Last night was a blur. When she tried to get up, she immediatley felt the pain on her ankle. She moved the covers to check her ankle. It was clearly swollen. It was also wrapped up. She didn't remember Kaiden wrapping up her ankle but then again, she didn't remember getting taken up to his bedroom, or what she assumed to be his bedroom. Or taking of her clothes and putting on one of his shirts. She looked around the room in her slightly blurred vision and located the door. She carefully limped out of the room and down the stairs. She didn't know where she was going but she smelled food and heard something. It was familar and too loud. If you love me let go, back to that bar in Tokyo where the demons of my past leave me in peace. The Wombats? She let her senses take her to the kitchen. When she finally reached the destination, her jaw dropped. Kaiden was cooking at the stove, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. She cleared her throught to get his attention. "Guest bathroom is down the hallway to the right. There's fresh supplies in the bathroom," he muttered indifferently as he turned his back facing towards her. She hobbled out confused. They had sex last night, he made her breakfast, and didn't want to talk to her? She got to the bathroom and hopped into the shower to washed off last night. She let the water become her salvation, letting the warmth soothe her nerves. She was happy that she wasn't murdered but she didn't appreciate his reaction to her. What had she done wrong? Did she fart in bed? Did she call out someone else's name? She poured the shampoo in her hair and gave herself a head massage. She tried to clear her head of all thoughts of him but she had pissed him off somehow and now he was ignoring her? She didn't expect to fall in love with him or start a family after a one night stand but she didn't want her first real lay to be a negative thing. She finished up in the shower and got out carefully. She brushed her teeth and brushed hair. She found a robe and put it on. She took a deep breath and hobbled back into the kitchen. When she walked into the kitchen, he immediatley saw the hidden beauty within. Her long wet hair was pulled to the side. Her face was clear of make-up and accentuated her mocha skin. Her full lips had a natural reddish tint that were absolutley kissable. He wondered what she was wearing underneath the robe and how easy it was to take off. She took a seat on a stool. "Thank you. For, um, the bathroom and stuff." He stayed quiet. The only sound in the room was 'Airplanes' by The Local Natives. "I'm sorry if I was a hassle. I'll just grab my things and go if you give them to me." So much I call, I want you back, back, back. You back. "You know, I don't expect anything from you, but could you tell me what I did wrong? Was I bad? Did I fall asleep or something? "What are you talking about?" he asked in a slightly offended tone. "I-I-I-I mean you're mad at me for som-m-mething so I figured I was ba-a-a-d. In bed, I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about. We didn't fuck last night." She did a double take. "We didn't?" She asked incredulously as he started to serve some of the breakfast buffet he prepared. He shook his head as he served her some orange juice and two tylenol. "Nope, we didn't even sleep in the same room." Melody and Kaiden Ch. 02 "Oh," she said "Yeah, I don't fuck teases." "What?" she asked indignantly, yet again doing a spit take. "I mean," he started while stuffing food into his mouth, "obviously you're a cock tease. Who the fuck gets into a car with some guy she just met and acts like a virgin. AND, before you go there, obviously you aren't a virgin because you wouldn't have gotten into the car and tries to commit suicide at the thought. Unless you're a Christian. Are you a Christian? I don't even know your name. So that narrows it, Christian, virgin, or prude. Which one or all?" She wasn't sure if that was a legitimate question so she stood with her mouthwide open. Why did this always follow her? Everyone always judged her based on what they wanted to see. He had sized her up and as he didn't fail to mention, he didn't even know her name! That was it. That was the final push she needed. She pushed his seat over so he was no longer facing the counter. She grabbed him and started a feirce tongue wrestling match with him. He reciprocated and laced his hands into her hair. He made slight tugs making her moan. He grabbed her by the hips. She instinctivley wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked out of the kitchen. They kissed passionatley until her pushed her back onto a pool table. He nudged her legs open. Virgin or not, this was going to happen. He grabbed her panties and ripped them off. She moaned at the force, anticipating the assult on her soaking pussy. He thrusted himself inside of her. They both moaned at the feeling, after hours of sexual tension, it was the grand moment."God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He put one hand on her stomach and let the other one fondle her breast. Her moans turned louder as he got faster and harder. She could make out the sound of his balls slapping the back of her thigh in between her moans.He leaned down and nibbled her ear before he whispered, "This isn't your first time. Am I the best you've ever had?" She was in nirvana, she didn't even acknowledge his question until he bent over, bit her nipple and asked again. She let out a yelp and nodded. He latched onto a nipple and snaked his tongue seductively around her nipples. He felt the build-up of her orgasm coming so he started to thrust slower, and then harder. Alternating between the two until her pussy started to convulse and swallow his dick. He started to feel his orgasm building up and he thrusted four more times before he emptied himself inside her. "Woah," he said breathlessly, "So you're a Christian whore, breaking frontiers." "What?" she asked breathlessly. She thought he would respect her more for her take charge attitude, disproving his Christian prude theory. "I get it, it's okay. I don't judge," he leaned over her and grabbed a wad of bills, he tossed a couple on her exposed breasts, "well, i'm going to eat and take a piss. Take the cab fare and see yourself out." She sat there dumbdfounded. He was kicking her out after sex, she had been that low that she was cab fare now. She burst out into tears. Part of her wanted to take the money and shove it down his throat but the practical part of her knew that this would be the only way out. She cried for what seemed to be an hour and left. She left everything that she had come with. She was too embarrased to turn back. ******* When Melody got home that afternoon, she wanted nothing more than to take a shower and forget her evening. In one night, she had sex, stole and ruined her roomates property, lost her glasses, her phone and her dignity. Her day was off to a horrible start. She heard a shuffling in Natty's bedroom. Shit, she muttered. She had hoped her roomate wouldn't be home to see her walk of shame or find out about the dress. "Scary Spice, are you here my love?" yelled the Brazillian beauty. "Yes, Natty. In the living room," she replied reluctantly. Her long dark hair was in a french braid that accentuated her soft round face. Her curvaceous body was in a pair of Victoria Secret PINK boxer shorts and a simple black tank top. Her tan skin was positively glowing and her plump rosy lips were a slight off pink/purple colour. Obviously her boyfriend was in the other room. "Ay dios mios, I can't believe you didn't tell me," exclaimed the bubbly Brazillian as she grabbed Melody into a bone crushing hug. "Tell you what?" "Tell me that you were dating a starro del filme, I mean it's all over the news." "WHAT?" Melody screamed as she scrambled to turn on the television to the gossip channels. Sure enough, there were photographs of her sucking face with Kaiden by his car. That whole scene was caught on camera. Everyone would know soon enough. The cat was out of the bag. Now she'd never forget. Ever.