8 comments/ 25162 views/ 10 favorites Complicated Ch. 01 By: subdued_passion Dear Readers, The following story ended up being a little longer than I feel comfortable writing (so this feels like a milestone) which is why I've split it into 10 chapters to make it an easier read. I take satisfaction in the fact that I'm submitting a complete story and hope it also turns out to be a good one. Enjoy! Subdued_Passion ------ "What the hell did you think you were doing?" He slammed me hard against the wall. I doubt he realised he was hurting me. He was just so mad. "Answer me!" What was I going to say? That I was scared or uncertain? I mean, I was still trying to understand it all myself, so what kind of explanation was I supposed to offer him. "Max please, I said I'm sorry." I whimpered. He seemed unaffected. The rage emanating from his big and strong body felt real enough to scorch me. And yet it was that very sensation which would make want to sink into him; I may not have seen him mad like this before, but the sensation of feeling like I was on fire when in his presence was not. This was familiar, this was Max. "Baby..." "Don't." He harshly ground the word out through his teeth. I wanted to look at him. I wanted to see his face, to look into his eyes to gauge what could possibly be going through his head. But he had me pressed up against the wall with my back towards him. I tried to crane my neck to look back at him but he acted quickly; he used his right hand to hold both my wrists behind my back while keeping my cheek pressed against the surface of the wall by covering the side of my face with the palm of his left hand; he'd made sure that I had no room for movement. Fuming mad, he held me tightly to him. I could feel him all around me and it made me dizzy. I've always felt a thrill over the kind of power Max exerted over me. "Max, please." I begged even as he pressed into me harder still. There was no doubt that he was angry, but I began to grow hopeful because I could hear him inhaling deeply; he was trying to calm himself. At that point the entire weight of his body was crushing me against the wall. His head was pressed against the back of mine causing his ragged and uneven breaths to tease the fine hair on the back of my neck. He shifted a bit, I could tell as I could no longer feel his hardness pressed against my back. The distinct sound of a zipper explained why. His large hand took a hold of my hip- the grip was firm and then there was no movement, just a stillness I sensed that he may be experiencing some hesitation to follow through on whatever he'd thought to do next. "No, it ends now." He shouted to himself- it sounded like he was going to act against whatever inner voice was reasoning with him. He roughly yanked my pants and my panties along with them, down my hips- just low enough to allow him access but not bothering to take them off altogether. It must've been difficult trying to get them off completely while keeping me pinned. Not that I was struggling or fighting him in any way. I was in too much shock to move. I'd never felt so scared and most of all I couldn't believe that Max was going to rape me. I hadn't known him for long but till that point he'd always managed to make me feel safe. I stood immobilized by the shock of the knowledge that I was about to get raped and the worst part was that the thought excited me. I closed my eyes in shame and hoped he didn't realise how much this was turning me on. He didn't bother checking if I was wet and ready for his thick cock before he began. He didn't bother asking me if this was what I wanted. Considering that I'd wilfully disappeared from his life Max had no reason to think that I would want this in any way. But, it didn't stop him from trying to take what he wanted. I refused to delude myself into thinking it was anything but rape but I knew he could feel evidence to the contrary now coating the tip of his cock as he pushed it against my vaginal opening, readying himself to enter me. He didn't gradually push in or ease into me as any man with a cock as large as his should, in order to allow the woman to grow used to his girth. No instead, with one forceful thrust he shoved his cock into me as far in as it would go. All things considered I was thankful that I was wet, or else Max would've caused a lot of tearing inside me with his ruthless entry. My body's survival mechanism was kicking in to help me survive the trauma of my rape, at least that's how I explained my arousal to myself. Once again, he didn't wait for me to adjust to his size. As soon as he was in he began rapidly thrusting into me as deep as he could in the position we were in. "Ungh, ungh, ungh." He grunted, and then tried to muffle the sounds by sinking his mouth into the joint of my neck and shoulder. I bit my lip to prevent the sound of my own moans from escaping from my mouth. I refused to give him any excuse to believe that I was in any way complicit in my own rape. His hands forcefully pulled my hips higher, allowing him to fuck me even deeper than he was already. I could tell from the pressure of his fingers on my hips that there would be bruises later. Max continued to piston his cock in and out of me. It felt like he was oblivious to my presence and was pursuing his own climax, which was probably good because I was on the verge of my own and I felt ashamed at the thought of him knowing that he could make me come even while degrading me in this manner. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh." His hips slammed even faster against my butt. I was ready, I was going to come. I suddenly became aware of the fact that my hands were no longer restrained and I was free to move them. So I bit down on one hand while covering my mouth with the other to muffle the sound of my keening as I climaxed. "Good girl." I thought I heard Max mumble into my ear. I wasn't certain, but the thought served to quickly clear my head of the post-orgasmic haze I was in and become alert to the fact that Max was inside my unprotected womb getting ready for his own release. For the first time since it all began I panicked and tried to move away. I pressed my palms against the wall to push him off of me. He understood my intentions and wrapped his hands around my upper body, pinning my hands to my sides while folding me into his embrace. My insides felt a bit raw as his dick continued to pound into me. "Max, I'm not on birth control." I cried, hoping he'd understand. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh." He continued to grunt as he rutted into me. "Max, you CAN'T come in me!" I yelled while trying to pull away from him. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh." He continued while holding me to him tighter still. And then his hands released me to grab my hips and pull me hard on to him so that he was deep inside me when he began to shoot his seed deep into my womb. I was unable to hold back the tears as I felt his cock jerk and spasm while it filled me with its warm release. My body crumpled in defeat unable to hold myself any longer. ------ A year ago my world was devoid of Max and then boom he just burst into it from out of nowhere. I was at the local bookstore trying to find something good to read. I'd moved towards the back of the store in my quest when I noticed a rather interesting book on the bottom shelf. Thoughtlessly I bend forward to pick it up and began perusing the pages of the book. It seemed interesting enough so I turned to head to the cashier. At the time I was still looking at the book and not ahead of me so I was shocked when I ran into a wall. Amazingly I managed not to hurt myself as I felt strong hands reach out to steady me. I looked up and realised that the wall I'd ran into was a very tall, young man. He had to be at least a foot taller than me and appeared to be in his late 20s; he looked at me with an amused expression. I muttered my apologies and made to move towards the cashier. That's when I realised that the guy was still holding on to my arms. I glared icily at him and then his hands. He caught my drift and let me go but maintained a smirk on his face as if I was the most amusing thing he had ever come across. I shrugged my shoulders, flipped my hair and walked off to pay for the book. I stepped out of the bookshop with my purchase and waited at the side of the street to flag down an available cab. I became aware of a large presence next to me and turned to look only to find the guy from earlier. He had blue eyes that appeared to sparkle with mirth in the sunlight. He still had the same smirk plastered over his face that just annoyed me for some reason. I looked away from him but it was hard to ignore him all together. I was so aware of him and of the fact that he was watching me that it made me fidgety. I thought of moving away from where I was currently standing but didn't because I didn't want him to think that he'd affected me in some way- I didn't want him to have that smug satisfaction. So I did my best to play it cool by just standing there, absolutely still, trying to steady my breathing so that he wouldn't have a clue about how conscious I was of him watching me. I felt like turning back and glaring at him, maybe even saying something. It was getting really hard to maintain a posture of nonchalance. Fortunately for me just then a cab slowed down across the street. Before I could react the guy stepped in front of me and whistled to the cabbie. When the cab stopped in front of us he held the door open for me and asked, "Where?" I mumbled my location to the cabbie. The guy leaned against the door before I could get in. "Hi." He said smiling brightly at me and held out his hand in greeting. "I'm Max. Have a drink with me." "Excuse me?" I ask incredulously. "It doesn't have to be an alcoholic drink, we could go to a juice bar if you preferred." I noticed that he didn't release my hand at the end of the handshake; instead he caressed the inside of my wrist with his thumb making it difficult for me to focus on what he was saying. "I can't. I need to be somewhere." I managed to pull my hand away feeling a little flustered. "Alright," he said letting me get into the cab. He shut the door and leaned down on the window. I noticed the card he held between his fingers. He looked me straight in the eyes- over a period of time I came to realise that this was something he enjoyed doing just to me because it appeared to visibly unnerve me- before he continued. "That's my number. Don't wait too long before you decide to call me." He handed me his card and moved away from the door, which was the cabbie's cue to get moving. I mutely stared at the card. He didn't ask me for my name or number. He had seemed rather confident that I would call him. But that's how I've always thought of Max, just confident about everything he did. I admired how he always appeared so sure about himself, unlike me. I've always lacked self-awareness. I put the card away. I doubted I would ever see Max again. ------ A few weeks passed and I had pretty much forgotten about Max. I was getting ready to go out on a date, a blind date at that with some guy my friend had set me up with. My love life or lack thereof, was a cause of concern to all except me. It had been two years since my last relationship and my friends were growing concerned that I was going to end up a crazy old cat lady, minus the cats. And so it was that I found myself grabbing my purse and heading out the door on a Friday night. I was meeting the guy- a sales manager, I think, in my friend, Kylie's firm- for drinks and dinner at a new restaurant in my neighbourhood. My friend had informed me that the guy would be waiting for me at the bar- he would recognise me because Kylie, in all her wisdom had shown him a picture of me but had chosen to keep him a mystery for me. I reached Cuchinette- yes, it was one of those wannabe Italian places that crop up and die out within a few months- checked on my reservation and headed to the bar. I gestured to the barman and ordered a glass of merlot for myself. The barman smiled at me and filled my order. I had been focused on watching the barman go about filling his orders and hadn't paid attention to any of the other patrons seated at the bar. Not until, I became aware of a presence near me. I looked sideways and there it was, that amused expression that I had thought I'd never see ever again. "You waited too long," he said while continuing to look into my eyes, unsettling me as before. I was a little shocked at seeing him. To be honest I had thought about him but never quite gathered the nerve to call him. And now here he was, holding my gaze, making it hard for me to look anywhere else. It felt like a power play to see who'd chicken out first and look away. I knew it would be me. As much as I didn't want to let him win I couldn't continue to look into his blue eyes that seemed to bore into me. I glanced sideways, then towards my drink and took a much needed sip. Max sat down in the seat next to me. He waved to the bartender and ordered a drink for himself. I was trying my damndest not to look at him, trying very hard to keep my focus on my drink. I felt I should say something. I tilted my head to face him, opened my mouth to tell him I was waiting for someone but instead found my mouth go dry. My tongue darted out and licked my lips, a motion I was unaware of doing till I noticed that his eyes were now transfixed on my mouth. I've had men stare at my mouth often enough; they say my full lips make them imagine what they'd look like wrapped around their cock. I've learnt over the years to ignore that look. But the way Max was openly and blatantly staring at my mouth made it really hard to ignore. "Um..." I started. That drew Max's attention back up to my eyes. I sat up a little straighter trying to compose myself. It was really hard for me to focus on anything but his eyes. I opened my mouth to make another attempt at speech but somehow his eyes made me forget whatever smartass thing I had planned on saying. I'm sure I must've looked like some kind of fish with my mouth gaping open and shut but no sound coming out. I finally gave up, swallowed hard and turned back to my drink. He must've found my mime act amusing because I heard him chuckle. That did it for me. "Could you please move further down? I'm kinda waiting for someone here." He looked at me intently, "Wow! You sound sooo different from us." I'm Indian and have a mixed accent but I've never had anyone mock me before. "Excuse me?" I glared at him and he must've realised he'd offended me. "Your accent is just soooo different. It's so..." Eyebrows knitted I fixed my glare upon him, "so... what?" "Well, it's so," he lowered his gaze almost like he was caressing every inch of my body with his eyes, "...sexy." I raised my glass to take another quick sip and found it empty. I wasn't sure how many glasses I'd gone through already but I was feeling hot and flushed. I waved to the bartender and asked for a refill. Max leaned in close to me and whispered "I could be persuaded to move if you told me your name." "Nayana," I said without giving it any thought. "Very pleased to meet you again, Nayana." He said while getting up from his stool. I was surprised at how disappointed I felt. I wasn't ready for this interaction to end. But my fears were needless because all Max did was stand up and move to the next stool. I couldn't help but grin. "What? You didn't think I was just gonna walk away now after I finally got you talkin'." His eyes appeared to sparkle with mischief. "Hey there!" I looked up at the guy who had walked up to the bar and appeared to be greeting me. "Naina? I'm Sid from Kylie's office." "It's Nayana actually." I explained to Sid's back as he headed towards the table reserved for us. I turned and looked towards Max who hadn't stopped watching me. He raised his glass as if in a silent toast and nodded towards my date. I quickly followed Sid and seated myself. "I hope you didn't have to wait for too long Naina..." "Actually my name is Nayana..." I tried to interject. "... You see, I left work almost immediately but then I got a call from my boss because he needed to get an update for a rather important client and since he couldn't trust anyone but me with such an important task he ended up calling me back in. Of course..." I could see why Kylie was so keen on fixing me up with this guy; Sid was Indian and probably had a lovely name like Siddharth or Siddesh but had chosen to take on Sid in an attempt to westernize himself. I am rather particular about my name so I get annoyed when I watch others bastardize their names in an attempt in fit in. I looked at Sid's mouth which appeared to be in a state of constant motion but none of what he was saying was really registering with me. Was he really this dull or was I too distracted by the man sitting at the bar? I didn't dare to look directly his way but I made sure he was within the range of my peripheral vision. He on the other hand didn't share my qualms and was very openly watching me, with a smug look on his face. I guess, Sid must've asked me one too many questions without receiving any response from me because I was called to attention by the snapping of his fingers in front of my face. "Hey, are you here?" "Ummm... yes?" I idiotically answered and noted that Max was grinning as if he was aware of exactly what was happening at my table. "Well I asked you about your work a couple of times but you seemed to be lost." "Oh, yeah? Ummm... Sorry. I think I'm just feeling a little under." "You are? I hope it's nothing contagious. You should've just cancelled. This shows real thoughtlessness on your part." This guy was really turning out to be a prince so far. I cursed Kylie silently. "Look Sid, I'm sorry about all of this. Perhaps we can give it a try another night." I explained as I stood up to leave. "What? But I've already ordered our meal. You can't expect me to sit here and finish it all alone, do you, Naina?" Turns out that while I hadn't been paying attention Sid had managed to go ahead and order for the two of us. And as annoying as that was what pissed me off even further was his insistence on calling me Naina. "Look here Sid," I started, "I don't know how many more times I need to explain to you that my name is..." "Nayana?" I turned to face Max who was at our table now, addressing me apparently. "Yes?" I asked curtly. "Can I take you home?" I watched Sid's handsome face turn into a scowl as it registered that another man was just offering his date a ride home. Before he could object in any way I responded. "Yes. Thank you." Max held his arm out for me, which I took and walked out of the restaurant. I suppressed a giggle as I saw Sid bluster from the corner of my eye. We had barely made it out the door and turned towards the basement car park when I was swiftly spun around and left facing Max. He was looking at me. The smirk was gone and was instead replaced with something more feral. I took a step back but no further before I was pulled back towards Max by his hands that were locked behind my back. There was nowhere for me to escape from the heated intensity of his gaze. My mouth felt dry and unconsciously I licked my lips. Max leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine while using his hands to pull me closer towards his body. Our bodies barely made contact and the feel of his hard length against my soft belly made me gasp audibly and jump back as if I'd been scalded. Max hungrily devoured my mouth while his hands roamed up and down the length of back to finally rest on the curve of my ass. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me harder into his body so I could feel the full extent of his arousal. Complicated Ch. 01 I felt feverishly hot and weak in the knees- like my state of existence was changing from solid to liquid, as a direct consequence of Max's heated assault. I grabbed his shoulders to prop myself up, before I melted away into a puddle at his feet. Max continued to squeeze my buttocks and rub his cock against me through our clothes, even while his mouth was intently exploring mine. I felt certain that he was trying to make me pass out. I couldn't breathe. My breasts were smashed against his hard chest and I was struggling to breathe through this assault on my senses. Thankfully we were reminded of our surrounding when one of the cars beeped very loudly next to us. Max released my mouth and loosened his hold on me. "So, where do you live?" "Cooper Street." "That's about 10 minutes from here, right?" I nodded. "Let's just walk. I don't think I'm in any condition to drive at the moment." I chewed on my lip as I considered the idea of taking a stranger home. I'm not known as someone possessing a spontaneous nature yet I hadn't really given any thought to any of the things that had taken place that evening. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him as he walked out into the street. It was obvious he didn't intend to let me have any second thoughts on the matter. I hobbled beside him struggling to match his stride with my shorter legs whilst wearing my stiletto heels. It took a few minutes for him to realise that I was practically being dragged home by him. He stopped and turned to face me, looked me up and down and took note of my heels. "Is there any chance that you'd let me just carry you home?" he asked in a half-earnest tone. "What?" I was shocked by his suggestion and took a step away. "We both know, this would go a lot faster if I just tossed you over my shoulder and carried you the rest of the way." "What! Look, I think this is all going pretty fast enough already." I said and took a few more steps away from him. Max just closed in the distance with one casual stride. "Okay. I'll slow down." He said and didn't move till I finally began to walk. The road we were on wasn't my usual route home and was dark and a little abandoned at this time of the night. Max had let me walk ahead of him while he slowly followed behind. I glanced over my shoulder every now and then and saw him watching me so that I could feel his gaze upon me even while I was looking ahead. It made me very self conscious about my ass and the way my hips must've been swaying as I walked in my heels. I knew where his gaze was most likely fixated and thinking about it made me grow wet. We turned the corner of the street and it was almost completely dark. Max's footsteps sounded like he was walking much faster now. Before I could even turn to look he was behind me, pressed against me. He grabbed me by my hips and rubbed himself against my butt. The contact making the two of us groan loudly. He lowered his mouth to my ears and hotly whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you Nayana." His words were filled with certainty and cause me to shudder in delight. "Before this night is over I'm going to be buried deep inside you, fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before." Max thrust his hips hard into me as a precursor to what I could expect and then just as suddenly let me go. "Walk." He ordered, and I obeyed. We had reached the familiar section of my neighbourhood. People around here would recognize me, I thought, as well as the oddity of me walking in such a familiar manner with this big white man. I walked faster as I began to regret walking home with a total stranger. What did I know about this man? What did he know about me? Was I really going to end up having sex with a stranger on the very first day I met him? I didn't have one night stands. I was the kind of woman who went from one long term relationship to another. Spurred on by my doubts I soon found myself standing in the foyer of my building. I looked behind to see Max was lazily following me and had yet to catch up to me. If I was to escape this would be my only chance. I hit the button for the elevator and hoped that I would make it before Max. He must've read my thoughts or my face is more expressive than I've realised because he quickened his pace. I hit the button for the elevator a couple more times, wishing it would get there sooner. And almost as if in answer the doors rolled open. But the very next moment I was pushed in and attacked by some sort of tentacle creature, at least that's how it felt, because suddenly Max's hands were all over my body. He grabbed me and kissed me and made my brain turn to mush. He pushed his body between my legs and lifted me up forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and rubbed his hardon against the growing wet spot on my panties. Whatever reservations I had about taking Max home were forgotten in an instant as I gave in to his lust. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled at my nipples through my clothes. I held on to him by the collar of his shirt. His jacket lay abandoned on the floor- it struck me that I must've pulled it off him at some point because his hands never left my body. He reached under the skirt of my dress and grabbed a hold of my panties at the waist before unceremoniously ripping them off. I realised that Max would probably end up fucking me right there in the elevator if I didn't get him to my apartment soon. I hit the button for my floor and hoped that we would make it into my apartment before any of my neighbours caught my live sex show. Fear of that event happening forced me to regain some control over my senses. I moved a little away from Max and picked up his jacket and my shredded panties. He on the other hand appeared to be on autopilot and was ready to take me right then and there with no care about who could see us. Max was grabbing at the zipper on the back of my dress and pulling it off even as the elevator doors opened. I held my dress against my body and ran towards the door of my apartment. I searched around my bag for my keys as Max reached me. He pushed me against the door and was lifting the hem of my dress while I frantically tried to stick the correct key into the keyhole. He reached for my bare ass and kneaded the flesh roughly in his hands making me moan. I thanked god as the key finally unlocked the door making us lose our balance and tumble in. I would most likely have landed on my ass and gotten crushed under the bulk of his weight if he hadn't quickly regained his own balance and steadied me as well. "Nayana, is that you?" Shit! Kylie. I recognized Kylie's voice call out to me from inside the bathroom. I panicked as I remembered that Kylie made sometimes let herself into my apartment when I wasn't there using the 'in the event of an emergency' key I'd given her. "Ummm... Yes." I said while tidying my clothes. I handed Max his jacket and the remains of my panty. I could see he was visibly put-off. "I'm so sorry," I mouthed to him, "but you have to leave." He gave me a look of disappointment that made me almost consider telling Kylie to leave so that I could let this stranger ravish me. Fortunately, I had regained enough sense to know better than to try something of that sort. Kylie had been my best friend ever since I had moved there from India and I wasn't going to toss out a friend of 8 years for a chance at hot sex with some random stranger. "Please, you have to go now." I said while pushing Max out the door. I proceeded to shut the door on him. He had left his foot in the doorway so I was unable to shut the door completely. Max put his finger under my chin forcing me to look up to him and then leaned in to kiss me. "Have dinner with me on Saturday. I'll pick you up at seven." He didn't wait to hear my response before he took off. ------ "Hey!" I said to Kylie when she stepped out of the bathroom. 'Sooooo, tell me how was it? How was your date? To be frank I didn't expect you home so early." Kylie's statement reminded me of how tonight was actually supposed to be about Sid, except that I had gotten completely sidetracked by Max. "Kylie! I definitely owe you one for that date." I said while looking for something convenient to toss at her. "I knew it would work out great for you guys. He's sooooo handsome and he's brilliant with his work." All these years and Kylie still hadn't learnt to pick up on when I was being sarcastic. But by then I had managed to get a hold of one of the smaller cushions on my sofa which I immediately tossed at her head. "What the hell!" "Exactly!" "So, no good?" "It was terrible!" I exclaimed. Of course I didn't mention that the real reason the date went as bad as it did probably had something to do with the fact that I had been paying attention to another man. "He wouldn't get my name right." "Uh-oh. I know how much you hate that." "You can't keep trying to fix me with every Indian male you come across." "You have no one but yourself to blame for that. After all, you're the one who insists on only dating Indians and males at that." She said laughing and yet managing to sidestep the bigger cushion I had tossed aiming at her head this time. Kylie got the tub of ice cream out of the freezer and handed me a spoon. "Kylie," I asked taking her peace offering, "have you ever dated anyone younger than you?" "Ummm, yeah," she said while wolfing down on a large helping of the Golden Ribbon Chocolate Delight, "there was this one guy many years ago. Why do you ask?" "I was just curious, that's all. I've never dated a younger man and was wondering how different it is. That's all." Kylie's eyes brightened as they always did at any opportunity to shock- what she considered were- my prudish sensibilities. "Well, for one, the sex was amazing." "It was?" "Yeah, he was just so... grateful to be with a mature and experienced woman that he'd do whatever I asked. He would end up going down on me for hours as I would repeatedly come all over his face." "Kylie!" I exclaimed in shock as she giggled and headed to the kitchen. "Come on now Nayana. Haven't you ever had a man worship your pussy by licking it for hours?" She teased while following me. "Oh you're just incorrigible." "No, I'm just a woman. So anyway, who is this young fella you're considering having go down on you?" "What! No. Nothing of the sort. I told you I was just wondering, that's all." "Mmmhmmm." I rolled my eyes at her in response. Kylie and I sat talking for another hour about my date, with me carefully omitting any specifics related to Max, before she finally decided it was late and she would need to get going. "Bye babes. I'll see you on Saturday then." I had completely forgotten that Kylie, Saira and a few of the others girls had made plans to go clubbing and that I had agreed to join the group; which meant that I would either have to cancel on Max or my friends. "Sure. I'll see you Saturday." Complicated Ch. 02 Chapter 2 It was the following Saturday. I hadn't managed to cancel my date with Max because as hard as I searched for it I couldn't find the business card Max had handed me the first time I met him. I would have to just wait till he got here to tell him that I wouldn't be able to go out with him. Around six, I got into the shower before I could proceed to dress and be ready for my night out with the girls. I had barely rinsed off the soap when I heard the doorbell ring. It was still too early for it to be Max; it had to be Kylie who had showed up earlier than planned. I wrapped a towel around my body, headed to the door, unlocked it and walked back towards the bathroom. "You're early babe. I was in the shower." "Well, I hoped to catch you like this; didn't think it would actually happen though." I wiped the water from my eyes and noticed that it was Max who had entered and not Kylie like I thought. Instantly I was very aware of my nakedness and tugged the towel tighter around my body. "Ummm... I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." I managed to utter. "So you had a little romp planned with someone before our date?" He said, sounding a little angry. "What! No, no. No, that's not what I meant." Why was I panicking? I didn't owe this man any explanation. "I thought you were my friend Kylie. She tends to show up unexpectedly like this." I bit my lip and added quietly, "like the other night." "Unexpectedly, huh?" He asked. "Yes." I replied enthusiastically. "So why did you say I was early?" Oh god! I thought to myself. Here's where I explain to him that I was going to stand him up. I had hoped to be dressed while having this conversation. Somehow being naked was taking its toll on my confidence. "Can I get dressed first?" "Is that germane to the question somehow?" "No, but I'd just feel a little more comfortable if I wasn't this naked right now." "Funny you should think that when here I am thinking how much more comfortable you could be completely naked." I opened and shut my mouth. I wanted to respond with something witty or cutting or anything really other than standing around like an idiot, the way I was. I wasn't used to the kind of blatant sexually charged banter Max made it a habit to engage in. Realising it was probably best to just get this conversation out of the way I clutched the towel tightly against my body and walked to stand behind my sofa- having a piece of furniture between me and Max made me feel more secure, somehow. "I wanted to call you, but, I lost the card you gave me. I can't have dinner with you tonight." I saw Max open his mouth to protest and so I rambled on quickly with my explanations. "You see, I had previously made plans with my friends for tonight which I cannot cancel and so I was going to call you and cancel our date, but, I couldn't find your number and I'd forgotten that I had plans for tonight when you asked me for dinner because I really wasn't thinking straight at that time at all and I didn't remember till Kylie reminded me later that night and I opened the door just now thinking that Kylie had shown up early to pick me for our girl's night out. So I'm sorry but I can't have dinner with you." Sheesh! I closed my eyes, in embarrassment. I had sounded like some nervous bumbling teenager and not the mature, sophisticated woman in her thirties I was supposed to be. I opened my eyes to see Max staring at my cleavage. Some time during the wild gesturing that went along with the speech I'd just given, my towel had managed to slip a little lower to expose more titflesh than what I would ever consider decent for a public display. I pulled the towel up higher effectively breaking the spell that Max had been under. "So, lemme get this straight; you're cancelling on me?" He asked, advancing towards me. The sofa no longer offering the illusion of safety it did only moments ago. "Ummm," I gulped, "yes." "No." "No?" He had reached around the sofa and was only a step away from me. "No. You're not cancelling on me." "B-b-but..." I objected. "I can join you." "It's a girls' night out." I explained. "Which club?" "The Warehouse." It was a new place that we'd been meaning to check out for many months but didn't have the opportunity to do so before due to conflicting schedules. As the name suggested, 'The Warehouse' actually used to be a warehouse before it got a new lease on life as a nightclub. "What time do you need to get there?" "We'll be going there around nine o'clock but a few of us are meeting up before that to catch up and grab a bite." He looked like he was weighing his options before he said, "Okay," and casually walked out of my apartment. The whole thing felt rather anti-climactic. He hadn't set another date, he hadn't asked me for my number or even given me his; after all the sexual tension between us, he had just walked out. I couldn't help but feel more than a little disappointed as I got dressed. -------------------------------------------------- "Oh em gee! Girl, you are getting laid tonight." Kylie was yelling at Jade who had shown up directly at The Warehouse in a micro mini skirt that appeared to be moulded to her rather generous ass. We'd arrived there around fifteen minutes earlier. Catching up with the girls over a pizza had been fun as always and made me wish we could get together more often than we were able to. We grabbed Jade and headed to the bar section of the club. The place was really popular at the time so even that early it was fairly crowded. "Hey, this skirt looked much longer on the mannequin." "Yeah, but I bet the mannequin didn't have your booty." Kylie teased. "If you got it, you gotta flaunt it!" Jade said while pushing her butt further out. "You're one to talk though Kylie. I feel like I've been talking to your tits all night." Saira pointed to Kylie's top that was cut low enough that you could stare all the way down to her navel. "I thought this was supposed to be a girls' night out." Kylie laughed boisterously while giving her tits a shake. "Now all you slags need to take a page out of Nayana's book on how to look sensuous." Eloise was pointing at my outfit. I tend to dress more comfortably than I do sexy so I was surprised to hear her say so. The skirt I was wearing wasn't short like Jade's but was really flare so that if I spun even a little the skirt would rise up to expose my bare thighs. The top was simple but had a deep overlapping neckline which exposed a hint of cleavage but would expose a whole lot more only if I chose to bend at certain angles. "You're just saying that because you've been wanting into her panties ever since you met her." Jade accused Eloise. Eloise was gay and had been in a long term relationship with her partner since before I ever met her. Saying that she wanted into my pants was an old joke amongst us because they considered me to be such a prude. "Oh shut up!" I couldn't help myself from blushing. "Let's get some drinks and then find some men for Jade and Kylie to ruin." We ordered our drinks and then another round. Saira was busy flirting with the cute bartender when Jade dragged her to the dance floor. The rest of us just followed. During the course of the next two songs three men approached Jade to dance with her but she told them that she refused to abandon her girls. We knew Jade well enough to know that was code for 'she didn't find them cute enough'. "All this dancin' is makin' me thir-stee. Someone get us a drink." Jade yelled. Since everyone else seemed to be too engrossed in dancing I offered to get the drinks. I placed my order and waited for the bartender to fill my order. I felt someone lean over me from behind. The club was crowded but not to the extent to warrant such behaviour. I turned to admonish the person. "How about a dance?" My stomach flipped; it was Max. I looked toward my group of friends and saw Eloise was looking at me so I nodded and smiled at her. I made a great show of pointing out my group of friends to Max when the bartender announced that my drinks order was ready. "Here let me help you carry these to your friends." He grabbed the tray with the drinks and headed towards my friends. "Hello ladies!" Max smiled at my friends. "Oh look, Nayana, managed to pick up something more than just the drinks." "You're a big guy, aren't you?" Jade asked Max suggestively. "Hmmm. If I say yes, you'll think I'm bragging. So instead why don't you ask your friend to go out with me and discover the naked truth?" I blushed while my friends giggled at Max's cheeky response. "So, you've taken a fancy to Nayana, have you? Hate to break it to you but she only dates Indian men." Kylie said seriously. "But I'm a total slag for any hot guy so why don't you dance with me." "Is that so?" Max asked me with a twinkle in his eye. "How 'bout just a dance then? Surely you can stand my pasty white ass for that long?" My friends were looking at me. They knew I didn't dance with strangers. They knew I only dated Indian men. They knew I'd never been with a guy younger than me. Dancing with Max would seem totally out of character. I chewed on my lower lip as I thought about what to say. But I didn't need to as Kylie had already grabbed Max and pulled him towards her. "C'mere 'n' dance with us till she makes up her mind." I watched Jade and Kylie gyrate and grind their bodies against Max's. I also managed to get a proper eyeful of Max in his laidback but sexy black shirt with a few buttons casually left open. His denim pants looked like a designer variety from the way they fit. And he definitely filled them out well, I thought as I looked at his butt. He caught me eyeing him and snickered. I was growing annoyed with the way that Kylie was rubbing her tits against Max at every opportunity and was even more annoyed to watch Max playfully swat Jade's butt when she pushed her ass against his crotch. I told myself I was going to need a drink if I was to get through this. I excused myself and headed to the bar. On my way back to the dance floor I almost tripped over a guy's foot and had to grab him for support even as I spilled my drink. The guy looked up at me and smiled. "You don't need to fall so hard for me angel." The guy was really attractive but the cheesy pick-up line was not. "I tripped." "And you spilled your drink so lemme get you another." Before I could refuse the guy had taken off to the bar. I didn't wait for him to return and headed towards my friends instead. But the guy quickly returned with a drink, saw me with my friends and decided to join us. "Hey there honey. You left without your drink." "Oh look, Nayana is back with another cute guy." Kylie shouted pointing at us. "Nayana, is that your name honey? That's sexy but I think I'll call you Honey, because your skin looks just as sweet." Mr. Cheesy lines said while running his fingers along the side of my arm. I cringed and stepped back into a wall. Max, I guessed and turned to find I was right. And I wasn't certain if I'd imagined it but he looked a little mad. I turned to face Mr. Handsy. "Thanks, but I actually prefer Nayana, what with it being my name 'n 'all." "Naw, don't get mad hon... Nayana. I just find you incredibly sexy and am saying all the wrong things because of it. I didn't mean no offence. If anything it's your fault for scrambling my brain they way you are right now... In fact someone please call the police for me and report this woman for aggravated assault on my senses." I couldn't help but laugh at the absurd things he was saying and the exaggerated expressions he was employing. "Oh shut up, you silly person." I giggled as he pretended to lay injured on the dance floor. "Only if you promise to dance with me." "Go on Nayana. The guy deserves a dance after that act." Saira said while pushing me towards Mr. Dramatics. The music was an upbeat number and I got an opportunity to see Mr. Lightfoot. He flashed me a smile as he leaned in, "I'm Shawn, by the way." "Hello Shawn, I'm..." "Nayana. Yeah, I won't forget that name any time soon." "I'm a little sensitive about my name." "Really? I dinna notice." He said in mock surprise. "Oh, hush you." I said in mock indignation. "Why don't you use your pretty mouth to hush me?" Shawn said in a playful manner that was hard to take seriously but I still blushed at the suggestion. "How about I ply you with drinks instead?" "That can work as well," Shawn laughed but then added in a more serious tone "for now." I pretended not to catch the latter part of that statement and headed towards the bar. Once again that night I felt my back make contact with, what was now becoming, a rather familiar wall. "So I get stood up and I don't even get a dance?" He asked me pouting. If not for the mischievous glint in his eye I would've suspected that he was hurt by my actions as he described them. "Well, those two seem to be taking care of you well enough." I said while nodding towards Jade and Kylie. "Yeah, but I'd rather it was you taking care of me." Max grabbed my hand as he said this and pressed my palm against the front of his pants before he let go of it. I gasped as I could feel his hard cock pulsate even through the fabric. He was no longer holding my hand in place and yet I didn't move my it away. In fact I was focusing the entire strength of my will to NOT give his cock a squeeze. "Mmmm." I moaned. The bartender interrupted us to indicate that my order was ready. Startled, I finally withdrew my hand. "Here let me walk you back with these drinks before you end up picking up another guy." We walked back to my friends and handed everyone their drinks. In the time that we had been away, Shawn had managed to find two of his friends in the club and asked them to join us- something that made the other girls very happy as they were now enough cute boys for all it would seem. "So, have you finally decided about whether or not you'd be willing to just dance with me?" Max asked loudly in front of my friends, feigning hurt. "No need to." Kylie said to Max before she turned to Jade, "He's a big boy for sure. I could tell because I felt him up while we were dancing." Everyone burst into laughter at Kylie's statement. All, except me. "Yes." I said quietly but loud enough for Max to hear. My friends were too busy by then, laughing and falling over Shawn and his friends to pay attention to me. Shawn also seemed to be too engrossed in staring down Kylie's top to pay any attention to what anyone else was doing. The music was slow and Max pulled me close to him. The club was more crowded now than when we first entered. He moved us a little away from my group of friends so we were completely out of their sight. He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulled me close and leaned his head low against my neck so I could easily wrap my arms around his. "I need to be inside you." He whispered into my ear causing shivers to run down my spine. "I am so hard for you," he rubbed the evidence against me, "I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on my cock." I was finding it hard to breathe. My flimsy panties were no match for the moisture leaking out of me. I saw flashes of images of us doing the things he described and my stomach twisted. I lowered my palms to his chest- it felt like a rock, only warmer. I looked at him and he must've seen the lust clouding my eyes. He pulled me towards the club's exit. A few minutes later I found myself with him on the sidewalk waiting for the valet to bring his car. He wasn't looking at me. He just held my hand tight within his own. It struck me that in my eagerness to be with Max I had forgotten something. "I need to let my friends know." He looked up at me. "I need to let them know that I left." "Call them, if you need to tell them. I'm not letting you leave." Somewhere in my head a voice told me he had no right to speak to me in this manner but I easily ignored that voice and pulled my phone out of my bag to ring Kylie. "Hey, I was feeling really wasted and tired so I've taken off. You girls have fun." "Did you leave with Max, because he seemed to have disappeared as well?" "What? No. No, I'm by myself. I'm in a taxi on my way home. Max probably hooked up with someone else." He gave me a hard stare for my lie and pulled me in front of him. "Are you sure? Because Eloise said she saw the two of you getting cosy a few minutes ago." "Nuh-huh." I insisted even as I could feel Max reach under my skirt and tease the edge of my panties. "She must've seen him with someone else. I left by mys... Ouch!" I yelped when Max pinched one of my nipples. He laughed into my ear, tickling me in the process. "What was that? What happened?" Kylie asked sounding rather suspicious. It was a good thing that there was no one on the street at that time of the night. The few people about were the guests of the club who had stepped out for a smoke and who couldn't see us since we had our backs to them. "We must've hit a speed breaker or something." Max was now nibbling on my ear making it hard for me to keep up my conversation with Kylie up any more. "Kylie, my battery's about to die. Catch up tomorrow, okay? "Huh? Well, okay. Tomorrow." Kylie promised as I disconnected the call. Max stood up straight and laughed at me. "You're just so much fun to play with." The valet stopped the car in front of us and handed Max the keys. The voice inside me pointed out that Max saw me as nothing more than a shiny plaything. But in that moment, it was easy to ignore that voice, because I really wanted Max to play with me. He appeared to be driving towards my place, I was thankful for that. Maybe he understood that too many unfamiliar things would probably make me change my mind or maybe he didn't want to show me where he lived. But those weren't the thoughts occupying my head just then. No, I was more engrossed in other thoughts. I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on my cock. I could imagine lowering myself onto his thick cock while he watched me. Thoughtlessly my hand moved to rub my crotch. Max, who seemed to be intent on the road ahead till now, turned to look at me. "Raise your hips." I didn't question. I just did. "Now lift your skirt... Yes. Now slowly roll your panties down your legs and take them off." I followed his instructions exactly and held my panties up before his face before I stuffed them down the pocket of his shirt. "Spread your legs as wide as you can... Yeah, that's good." We were only a few minutes away from my place now, but Max pulled the car to a stop. He reached out and traced my lips with his index finger. I watched him as he watched my mouth. Slowly he slipped his middle finger in. "Suck." And on command I wrapped my pretty lips around his finger and sucked. I knew what he was imagining by the entranced look on his face. He took a deep breath and withdrew his finger from my mouth and moved towards my nether lips. I felt his finger tease my outer folds before it easily slipped within my warm and wet inside. I moaned in delight. Max pushed my seat back a bit to give me room to lie back and I raised my hips in offering to him. He watched me as his finger screwed in and out of my warmth, coating itself with my lubrication as it drew out. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation of being finger fucked by the side of a road by a stranger. My moans increased as I felt my orgasm build. I needed more and raised my hips. Max must've sensed my impending climax yet for some inexplicable reason he stopped and withdrew his finger. I opened my eyes in a flash to watch Max straighten himself and start the car again. Complicated Ch. 02 "What the fuck was that?" I asked angrily, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "So, you're a potty mouth after all. I must say I'm a little surprised." "What?!?" I looked at him in amazement. I couldn't believe that he had stopped so abruptly when I was close to finish and was acting all casual about it now. "Why the hell did you stop?" I glared at the side of his head as he continued to focus on the road ahead. "Why did I stop what?" "Don't fuckin' play with me. You know what I mean." He looked at me very quickly, again with mischief dancing around his eyes. "I do?" We had pulled into the car park of my apartment building. I followed Max into the elevator struggling to catch up to his long strides as he pressed the button for my floor. "Don't be coy with me now... not after how forward you've been with me till now." "How forward have I been?" Max asked while pushing me inside the lift. "Stop playing with me." I muttered in annoyance. "I thought you were angry because I stopped." I fumed at him as he laughed. The elevator door had opened and we were walking towards my apartment. Max motioned for me to open the door. "You seem to find me very amusing for some reason, and are enjoying toying with me, but let me tell you I'm not your plaything." The door was open and I walked in before I turned to face him. Something about his manner had changed. The mirthful look on his face had changed into something more predatory as he closed the door behind him. "Not yet. But I fully plan to make you my plaything." He swiftly approached me while unbuttoning his shirt. I moved away from him beginning to wonder if he was some kind of lunatic to keep changing his mood in this manner. He pulled off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt. "You see I had to stop earlier," he said as he kicked off his shoes, "because you looked so damn sexy that I was afraid I would blow my load in my pants." "And that would have been a shame," he explained while taking his socks off, "because I was looking forward to blowing my load inside your pretty mouth." I gulped, finally understanding what had happened and what was about to take place. "Now, stay where you are and take off your top... Nice. Now take your skirt off." I unhooked my skirt at the waist and let it drop to the floor before I kicked it away from me. I stood naked in front of Max in just my bra and heels. I loved the way he hungrily looked at me. "Now turn around and slowly unhook your bra." I proceeded to do as instructed. But when I started to take the bra off he asked me to stop. He drew closer to me and using only his teeth slowly dragged the strap of my bra down one shoulder, then the next and then to finally pull it completely off my body. Looking me in the eye he licked his lips. My chocolate coloured nipples that were already hard from my arousal were begging to be licked and played with. I cried in disappointment when he instead chose to step behind me. "Patience. I won't leave you unsatisfied." He assured me. "Now bend forward.' I hadn't noticed him kneeling down till I felt him press his face into my ass and heard him sharply inhale. I felt his hands part my ass cheeks and felt the warmth of his breath on my pussy lips. And then his wet tongue ran up and down my slit. I've never really been comfortable receiving oral but there was something incredibly erotic about the way Max was playing with me. He lapped my slit a few times and then stopped. "I'm sorry, but, I really need to fuck you right now." He stood up and started to take off his trousers. I heard a tearing sound and turned to watch him take out a condom. I flashed him a smile in gratitude because I wasn't on any birth control. Like I said earlier, it had been two years since my last relationship and I wasn't even dating anyone seriously let alone in a situation where I could expect to be getting fucked on a regular basis. So I hadn't bothered with refilling my birth control prescription after my last supply ran out. "Get down on your knees." Wait, what? I had never had sex like an animal before. It felt rather degrading to be taken in this manner. I was used to having men make love to me, not fuck me. Max offered me no opportunity to protest as he pushed me into the desired position and rubbed his palms on my ass. I felt him align his cock with the opening of my vagina before I felt his slow entry into me. I felt ashamed because of the position I was in but I could not deny that it made for an incredible angle for entry. I could feel every inch of Max's glorious member sliding into me and stretching my walls all around it. Perhaps we were moving that slow or maybe the pleasure was so intense that my brain had split the experience into a million individual micro sensations. I'm not sure which it was but I felt deliciously full and it felt like the moment went on forever. And then out of nowhere there was an emptiness as he began to withdraw. No, no, no. My brain protested. I needed him deeper within me. I pushed my hips back against him and he slammed hard inside me. "Aaaaah." I moaned loudly hit with an incredible mixture of pleasure that was only heightened by the pain of his rough handling of my body. Max's arm reached under my shoulders to pull my body upright against his own while he continued to fuck me from behind. One of his hands pressed against my belly, pulling me further into him while the other snaked upwards to knead the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I moaned in delight at all the wonderful sensations that Max had enveloped me within while he grunted gutturally into my ear, nibbling on it now and then. The hand on my belly moved lower and his fingers began to tease my clit. I knew I wouldn't last long. I was about to finish, I needed to finish and I was afraid he would stop again before I did. "I'm gonna come." "Ungh, ungh, ungh." "Please...don't... stop." My plea was punctuated by his grunts as he continued to wildly thrust into me. "Pleeeasse," I begged. Max fucked me with enough force that had he not had me trapped within his embrace I would have been dislodged and flung off of him completely. "Come Nayana." He instructed while simultaneously pinching one of my nipples with one hand while pinching my clit with the other. "Come for me." My body obeyed. "Max," I cried out as I came with such intensity that I must've passed out because I don't remember Max climaxing or anything else that may have happened afterwards. The next thing I could remember was me the sensation of being carried by Max and laid out on my bed. I opened my eyes and looked at him confused. "What happened?" "Apparently you pass out when you climax." "No, I don't!" "Are you saying that has never happened to you before?" he looked at me a little worried. "No," I said quietly, "but then again I've never had such an intense orgasm before." I felt too embarrassed to look at him so I looked down at my sheets instead. He didn't say anything which made me wonder. "Did you?" I asked him nervously. "Did I what?" "Did you... come?"I asked him shyly. "Does the pattern on the sheets fascinate you in some way?" I looked up at him quizzically not knowing what he was on about. "Well, I'm thinking it must fascinate you if you would rather look at it than me when you talk to me." "No, that's not why," I mumbled to explain but stopped when I noticed he was laughing. "My god! You really are so much fun to play with." I picked up the nearest object- a pillow- and tossed it at Max. He had been too busy laughing and got hit straight in the face. It could not have hit him too hard but maybe it caught him in the eye or something along those lines because his expression quickly changed to a very serious one. He crawled onto the bed and over my body in a threatening manner. "Yes." "Yes?" I repeated the word as a question, feeling lost again. "Yes, I did come soon as you did. And good thing too as I would've hated to continue with an unconscious woman. But you're conscious now, and I feel like I could come again." I whimpered as he lowered his weight to allow his heavy and hard penis to rest against my naked thigh. Max hooked his hands under my knees and began to spread me wide open before him in an obscene manner, exposing my still slick gash to his gaze. He raised his hips to let his cock tease my cunt lips. Up and down I felt the head of his cock slide and bump against my clitoris. Then, without warning he began to push into me. Slowly he buried himself deeper within me. I felt my pussy clench and unclench around his cock ready to come again. I lifted my hips to hasten his movements. Max looked at where we were joined and commented, "Look at how hungrily your cunt devours my cock. I can't wait to feel your mouth sucking my cock in the same way." Max bent down and teasingly suckled on the hard bud of my nipple while furiously pounding away into my pussy. His hands under my knees left me wide open to his assault and I imagined what a glorious sight he must have made with his large muscled body looming over my puny one while his impressive tool pistoned in and out of me with mechanical precision. Suddenly I understood why some people liked to capture their intimate moments on film. I knew I would've loved to watch him ravish my body. I was on the verge of another climax and needed more from Max. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down harder onto my breast hoping he would understand my need. Max didn't disappoint as he bit down on the tip of my nipple while continuing to suck on the rest of my tit. The sensation was exactly what I needed to come. "I'm coming," I screamed unnecessarily as Max could feel my pussy contract spastically around his cock. That must've pushed him towards his own end as he pulled his cock out of me in one incredibly swift move and lifted me up to present his cock to my lips. I knew what he wanted before he said it and eagerly wrapped my lips around his cock. Max knotted his fingers into my hair and yanked my head upwards. He wanted me to look at him while I sucked his essence out of his cock. I sucked with all the gusto I could gather considering I was feeling pretty wiped out after my climax. It was a good thing Max had been close to completion because I didn't have enough energy to continue. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and tried to take Max deep into my mouth so that the head could hit the back of my throat. The action was causing me to gag and drool all over his cock. But I was determined to give him as intense an orgasm and so I continued to push myself to try and take him deeper inside while sucking his cock as hard as I could. "Get ready, it's coming!" Max shouted as he started to come. I was grateful for the warning because otherwise I would have choked trying to swallow his seed while he was that deep in my throat. Max watched as his cock spurted loads of ejaculate into my mouth and even though I had gulped down two mouthfuls, there was still enough that it slipped out down the side of my mouth. I used my finger to collect any runaway semen and licked it all off my finger like it was the tastiest thing I'd ever had. "Fuck!" Max exclaimed. I could tell he was getting turned on again. "You're just so fuckin' sexy." He said as he reached below to squeeze my mound with the palm of his hand. "Aaaah." I moaned and rubbed myself against his hand. "Sooooo, fuckin' sexy..." his voice trailed off as he continued to squeeze my mound and watch me moan. Max raised his palm to my mouth. "Spit on it." I did as he demanded and he rubbed the spit into my sore flesh. Then without any warning he shoved two fingers knuckle deep into me. I was startled by the invasion but liked the feeling of his rough and calloused fingers rubbing against my inside. I moved my hips against his hand to build some kind of rhythm. "You sexy fuckin' slut! You're ready to come again, aren't you?" Max asked me in amazement. I was a little embarrassment to hear him call me a slut but I was also too close to coming yet again to fight him about it yet. So I ignored his question and began to move faster against his fingers. "No. Answer me first, you slut. Are you ready to come again?" Max shouted while stilling his hand. "Yes," I whimpered as I tried to continue my movements. "Oh fuckin' hell!" he uttered as he rapidly began to screw his fingers in and out of me. I raised my hips to allow his fingers to get in as deep as they possibly could. "Yes, yes, yes!" I began to shout as I felt myself on the precipice once more that night. By now Max had understood that I always needed something extra to push me over the edge. He leaned close to my ear as he continued to fuck me with his fingers and whispered, "Come you fuckin' slut. Come for me and show me what a good little slut you are." His words did the trick; I squirted all over his hand. ------------------------------------------------- I woke up somewhere in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty. Max was fast asleep naked next to me. The sheets and everything in the room smelt like sex. I took a deep breath, feeling a little heady from the musky odour.. I watched Max's naked body magnificently sprawled across my bed. His organ even in its resting state was lovely to behold. I slowly moved from the bed making sure I didn't disturb him. I had barely made it to the door when I heard Max grumpily rise. "Where are you going? Come back to bed." He ordered. "I just need to get a drink of water." "Okay, but hurry back. I want us to get some rest before we get started again." I shivered at the thought of repeating all the carnal acts from the night. I drank some water and splashed some water on my face, neck and chest in the hope of possibly cooling down my hot skin. He may have needed the rest but I felt like I was already primed to go. I slowly crept back into bed; he sensed my return and pulled me closer to him. Max cocooned my body within his and nodded off while I struggled to turn off my desire for him which was only heightened by the proximity of his naked flesh. I wriggled about a bit trying to find the right spot to generate some friction against my vaginal lips. "Stop it." Max mumbled in a sleepy voice. My movements were likely keeping him awake. I figured I ought to just go to the bathroom and finish myself so that I could at least rest for a couple of hours peacefully. I moved to roll off the bed but Max pulled me back towards him. "Where are you going?" He asked without opening his eyes. "Nowhere, I'll be back soon." I moved to roll off the bed but his grip on me didn't loosen. He appeared to open his eyes with great difficulty to look at me. "What's the matter?" As embarrassed as I felt saying it I knew that it would be better if I just came out and explained my current state. "I can't sleep next to you." Wrong choice of words as that appeared to rouse him from his sleep in a hurry. "I mean I'm having a hard time sleeping next to you." He raised an eyebrow to me and fixed me with a stare that said I ought to come clean on whatever was going on. "I'm very aroused right now." I meekly mumbled. "C'mere, you slut!" Max said pulling me toward him. "I should probably just sleep with my cock buried in you so you can satisfy yourself whenever you need." Max pushed his knee between my legs. "You were just made to be fucked, weren't you my slut?" Max sleepily mumbled to himself. "Don't worry. I'll give you plenty o' dick and then some so you won't need anyone else to satisfy your greedy cunt." Max pulled my hips down towards his knee and I understood that he wanted me to use his knee to stimulate myself to completion. I rolled my hips around as that my pussy lips made contact with his knee. "So fuckin'wet. So incredibly sexy. Such a sexy slut," he moaned. "Fuck yourself on my knee. Go on." His eyelids were heavy with sleep. I watched him struggle to stay awake to watch me use him to get myself off once more that night. He reached out to play with my nipples. His touches were gentle and soothing this time, but they evoked the same response as earlier and caused me to moan. I felt the incredible pressure once more build up within my core and I used my hands to pinch my own nipples to set off my climax. "Max!" I yelled as I came. Max looked at me and smiled, "I promised I would make you scream my name." In the next moment he was fast asleep. Complicated Ch. 03 Chapter 3 The following morning I woke up to a wonderful tingling sensation running down from my breasts to my pussy. I opened my eyes to watch Max looming over me. He was sucking on one of my nipples while leisurely sliding his finger in and out of me. I felt too lazy to say anything, so I ran my fingers through his hair to indicate that I was awake. Max looked up at me without stopping what he was doing and appeared to smile. He withdrew his finger from my pussy and offered it to me. I gradually lapped his finger, licking my own juices off of it. He shifted his weight to lie on his left side and rolled me to face him. Reaching out, he lifted my left leg with one hand and pulled me towards him so that his rigid cock now lay against my inner thigh. I bit my lower lip in anticipation. Max caught my reaction and ran his thumb along my lower lip in a soothing motion as if to erase the hurt. He looked into my eyes and dragged my head to him so that he could kiss me. He knew just how to stoke my fire with his kisses. His tongue probed my mouth hungrily and danced with mine. I clung to Max as he continued to fiercely kiss me. My fingernails buried into his shoulder. My body wanted more of him and began to press itself into him to make as much contact as possible. But it still wasn't enough; I was growing feverish with my need. "Fuck me," I managed to cry out when he finally gave me respite to breathe. I didn't need to ask twice; Max was already pushing himself into me. The angle was a little unusual and was making penetration difficult. He raised my leg some more to further open me up to him and captured my mouth once again in a passionate kiss as his cock drove itself into me. I needed more of Max and in my impatience tried to move. He understood and let go of my mouth. He looked at me and pulled my left knee to his chest. Holding it there he began to slowly but deliberately fuck me. This wasn't the rapid race to the finish line like all the other times before. He was fucking me with long and languid strokes- slowly pulling almost completely out before forcefully driving all the way in. I could feel him bump against something inside me and each time he did I felt the pressure intensify. It was a slow build-up, very slow, and I felt like I was being taken to the brink of my orgasm one moment only to be dragged away in the next. A few more thrusts like that and I lost track of how long we had been going on in that manner. It could've been just a few minutes just as well as a few hours. I began to fear that if he didn't hasten I wouldn't be able to come at all. "Please Max." He continued drilling into me as before. "Please," another bump, "Max." I dug my fingernails into his back and tried to make us move faster. But in the position that we were and holding on to my knee the way he did, he was completely in control of the pace at which we could move. I was growing frustrated and a little crazy. I tried to reach down to play with my clit but Max swatted my hand away. I glared at him in anger. "You don't come till I say you can." "Please Max, this is frustrating." "Consider it payback." "Payback? ... for?" I raised my eyebrows, confounded. "For when I came to pick you up last night... For when I asked you to dance. You made me wait, again and again," another hard thrust, "and again." "What!" I looked at him wide eyed and was rewarded with another long and powerful thrust. I closed my eyes to savour the sensation. "Yeah. You made me wait, so now you need to wait." I placed my arm over my eyes to cry out in frustration. I needed to come really bad and couldn't think beyond that need. "Please Max. I'll do anything you ask. Please, please let me come." He appeared to consider my offer. "I'm begging you, please let me come. I'll do whatever you say, please let me come now." "Whatever I say?" "Absolutely, yes, whatever you say, whatever you want, yes." I would've promised the devil my soul in that moment. I knew I could always negotiate my way out of any deal later but just then I could only think of my overdue orgasm. While he considered the possibilities, I was doing the same- anal, threesomes and the other types of fetish sex that guys usually fantasize about and hope to one day find a willing partner to try it out with. "Have dinner with me." Have what now? I was sure I misheard. Had he just asked me to dinner? "Dinner?" "Yes. Dinner." "You want to have dinner? ... With me?" "Yes," he pulled out slowly and lunged back in, "and yes." "I don't get it." I was so confused that I had forgotten momentarily about, what was only a mere seconds ago, my all consuming desire. "It's where people sit down and have a meal together." He was punctuating his sentences with his thrusts. "I know what that is. I just don't understand why you want to have dinner with me." Now it was his turn to look confused. "I mean. We've already had sex; I don't understand why you'd want to have dinner with me. We know nothing about each other." I said losing my happy buzz rather quickly. "That's the point... to try and get to know each other... Besides, you forget that I already know... something rather important about you." He said, never breaking out of the rhythm of his evil pace. Max leaned in close to my ear and whispered in a low and seductive tone, "That you are a... ... greedy ... little ... slut, Who will do anything to come." I shuddered at his words, my vaginal walls spasming around his cock. Max kissed me, muffling my moans with his mouth. When I was done he released my leg, pulled out of me and let me fall on my back. He knelt over my body and began jerking his cock and spilling his seed over my chest, my thighs, my belly and finally one last squirt over my face. Oddly it felt like some kind of ritualistic anointing. I didn't rush to wash it off or wipe it off my body. Instead I just lay there with my eyes closed letting it dry into my skin. I could sense him still looming above me most likely admiring his handiwork with pride. I peeked through the veil of my eyelashes and saw him beaming as he watched me covered in his manly come. He ran his jizz covered hands over the parts of my nipple and belly that weren't already coated by his ejaculate. "Are you marking me as yours?" I asked amused by his actions. "No. Just making it easier for you to remember." I raised myself up on my forearms and looked at him. "Remember?" "... that you're my cumslut." He said the words slowly for emphasis. And the words worked charged through me like a bolt of electricity. His cumslut. ------------------------------------------------- Max and I managed to finally get out of bed late Sunday morning to have a shower before breakfast. But because we chose to shower together we ended up needing another shower by the end of it. At one point I remembered thinking that I was behaving irresponsibly towards the environment by leaving the water running while we were busy fucking against the wall of the shower stall. But, with Max it was easy for me to ignore all those annoying voices in my head. Our morning fun was abruptly interrupted when I got a call from Kylie saying she was on her way with breakfast to discuss the previous night. I was a bit disappointed at losing the opportunity to have breakfast with Max, but, on giving it some thought realised that it was probably a good thing as it didn't look we had anything in common apart from the sizzling sexual chemistry. He got his clothes and dressed himself in front of me. He'd refused to allow me to wear a stitch of clothing till then insisting that I could cover myself after he left. I watched the muscles in his back ripple as he pulled on his shirt and sighed. "Are you always in the mood to fuck?" He asked seriously. I blushed and pulled my legs in front of me to cover my breasts and my pussy and placed my chin on my knees. He walked up to me and pulled me off the sofa and dragged me before the full length mirror standing on the floor at the end of the hallway. Max stood behind me as he made me face my naked form in the mirror. He wrapped his one arm around my neck holding me in place and his other hand snaked down my body. I watched his hand cover my right breast and gently squeeze. He was leaning down on me so his lips were practically touching my ear. "Here," he whispered, his breath ragged. His hand passed over my belly, "and here." And finally his hand rested on my mound, "and here." "My come, all over you, my lovely cumslut." His fingers moved lower to play with my folds making me moan and spread my legs for him. "Mmmmmmmm," he rumbled delightfully. "And one day, here," he said while easily pushing two of his fingers within my wet sheath. "Aaaaahh." Max pushed two fingers of one hand in my mouth while two fingers of his other hand mimicked the same motion with my nether lips. In sync he finger fucked my mouth and pussy till he sensed I was ready. Then he kicked my feet further apart and slipped in another finger, stretching me and increasing the pressure built inside me. "One day," he grunted. "... I will fuck you," his fingers were moving more rapidly. "... and when I'm ready to come," we were both panting. "... I'll shoot my come deep inside your womb." His words triggered my release. -------------------------------------------------- Max took my phone number before he left and said he would call me sometime to fix a date for dinner with him. Shortly after he left, Kylie arrived at my place with English muffins, crispy bacon and steaming cups of coffee that she had picked up from the diner down the street. We laughed as we went over the events of the previous night and eaten our fill of breakfast. When we were done we moved to the balcony of my apartment so that Kylie could smoke her daily quota of a single cigarette. Kylie appeared contemplative as she puffed on her cigarette. She finally broke the silence to ask me, "So how was it?" "Hmnnn?" "Last night, how was it?" "Yeah, it was fun of course. It's too bad that we all don't get the chance to hang out as often anymore." "Sure. That was fun. But, that isn't what I was asking you 'bout." Kylie read my expression and continued, "I was talking about what happened after you left The Warehouse with that guy Max last night." "What! I didn't leave with Max last night." I replied trying to sound as indignant as I possibly could. "Look, I don't know why you feel like you need to hide this from me but Eloise was pretty sure she saw the two of you leave the club together. She said Max practically dragged you out and you didn't appear to protest in any way which is why she didn't choose to interfere." I opened my mouth to explain but Kylie cut me off. "And I also saw the way that boy was checking you out the entire time he was dancing with us- like some hungry orphan, eyeing a delicious treat." "I... ummm... Well, he... ummm." "Was it bad, is that why you're so embarrassed to talk about it?" "Bad? Nooooh." I said shaking my head for emphasis. "It's just that. Well. It's not like he's my type, is he?" "Not your type? You mean, like, not Indian?" "No. I mean, yes, that too. He's younger and I don't know anything about him and I don't see the point of it." "Oh-kay, but how was the sex?" "The sex? The sex was really good." I said nodding. "So, what's the problem?" "The problem?" I thought about it. "I don't see the point of going out with him." "Didn't you just say the sex is good." "YES!" "So, who says this needs to be 'bout anything but that?" I considered what she said. It was true Max was an odd fit for me, but, only if I thought of him in terms of a serious relationship the way I usually considered any of the men I was going out with. I'd never had a fling before, but then again I had also never met anyone with whom I shared the kind of sexual chemistry as I did with Max. I smiled. "I guess you're a slag now just like the rest of us."Kylie teased and quickly ducked to avoid being hit by the slipper I had thrown at her head. Complicated Ch. 04 Chapter 4 When I didn't hear from Max for a few days, I stopped expecting to hear from him at all. I thought that asking for my number and mentioning a dinner date was probably just his exit strategy to avoid any awkward conversations. After all, Max did come across as the kind of aggressive young man who made it a point to chase down women till he had their way with them. I wasn't naive enough to think any more of our encounter than an erotic coupling. But somewhere within me there was a sense of disappointment that I may never again get another night of wild sex like the one I had spent with Max. So around a fortnight later when I finally heard from him I was pleasantly surprised. Max had called out of the blue in the middle of the week to see if I would consider meeting him for dinner that night. It was a Wednesday and I had no plans other than catching up on episodes of some of my favourite shows. He didn't offer any explanation for why he'd waited that long to call. But, a little voice inside my head answered. He's been busy with his other playthings. I found I could ignore the voice long enough to agree to meet with Max for dinner at his place. He texted me his address along with directions on how to get there. I chose to dress casually for our date- a simple pair of jeans with a short frilly white top that that showed just a hint of cleavage- and tied my hair up in a simple ponytail. A taxi dropped me off in front of Max's apartment building. It was located in the nicer part of the city. Looking at the neighbourhood I thought that perhaps Max's parents must've previously or perhaps currently owned the apartment; it seemed unlikely that he would be able to afford the place on his own. I waited outside for him to ring me in. The building must've been old but the security and amenities were definitely very modern. A few moments later I found myself standing outside Max's apartment door with a wine bottle in hand waiting for the door to open. The door opened and I was caught up in a whirlwind of sorts. Strong hands were pulling me in, while a mouth forcefully devoured my mouth. I heard the thud of the door being slammed shut. I couldn't even catch a glimpse of the surroundings as I was picked up and transported. I could barely see the face of my assailant and I would've panicked if I hadn't recognised the blue eyes staring back into my own brown ones. Max tossed me on his couch. And began ripping open the buttons on my blouse. I helped him only to make sure that he didn't end up shredding my delicate top and leaving me with nothing to wear on my way back home. As soon as my top was off he began mauling my breasts through my bra- squeezing, pulling, pinching, slapping. He then dragged my jeans down my hips while I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I had chosen to wear a cute little hot pink g-string which Max must've liked because he left that on. He proceeded to pull off his shirt and then his pants. My eyes widened when I saw his tumescence spring free- he wasn't wearing any underpants. I gulped and stood up to take off my bra even as I saw Max kick away his shoes and socks and pants, all of which had laid pooled around his feet. "Bend over and grab the back of the couch." He commanded me as he approached me from behind. I heard the ripping sound of a condom wrapper. A minute later, I felt a smack across my bottom. "Ouch!" I yelped from the stinging. "That's for making me wait." "What the hell! I got here on time." "You were late by five minutes." And another smack, this time on the other cheek. "Ouch!" "What was that for?" I shouted angrily. "That was just because I liked the way your ass jiggled the first time I did it." He then pulled my g-string so that it was wedged tight in between my pussy lips. It was an unpleasant sensation until he started to tug on it and use it to saw back and forth between my pussy lips- the sensation causing me to grow wet. And then suddenly he gave a hard yank on my g-string before he landed a sound smack across my pussy lips. "Ouch!" I yelled from the sting of the hit. But a moment later I could feel my nether region being flooded with warmth. I heard Max spit loudly. And then I felt his warm wet palms soothingly knead the flesh of my buttocks- by then I was pretty sure I had moisture dripping down my thighs. Max didn't bother taking off my g-string. He just pulled it aside before he began to penetrate me with his thick rod. He moved in slowly, giving me time to grow accustomed to his cock, but not stopping till he was completely seated deep inside me. "Aaaah!" We moaned together at the sensation. Max pulled out a little and slammed back in. Soon, he built a nice and steady rhythm with me slamming my hips back onto his cock trying to get as much of him in me as was possible. "Fuck! I can't believe how long I had to wait for a chance to fuck you again." Max held my hips tightly as he plundered my pussy. I was moaning noisily, getting ready for my orgasm to hit me. He moved faster, slamming his hips so hard into me that his balls hit my clit every time our bodies made contact. "Fuck yeah! Take it you slut." He yelled as he smacked my bottom a couple of times while continuing to forcefully fuck me. It stung but what bewildered me was how much it helped intensify my pleasure. "You like it rough, don't you? You, sexy fuckin' slut." I was close and his words were helping me rapidly close the distance to the finish line. "You just want a big cock fuckin' your greedy cunt all the time. Don't you, you sexy slut?" I mumbled incoherently which earned me another sound smack across my bottom. "Answer me you fuckin' slut! You just want to be fucked all the time by my fat cock, don't you?" "Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted as I came, my arms buckling and forcing us to fall forwards against the couch. Max leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Good girl." Those two words of praise caused my pussy to spasm once more. He had yet to come so he allowed me to rest my upper body against the couch while he raised my hips to fuck me. I felt limp like a ragdoll as I felt him use my body for his own pleasure this time. He lunged into me rapidly using short strokes. "Oh yeah, fuck, yeah, I'm coming!" He howled as he thrust into me one final time and lay still while he finished ejaculating. It was only at that point that we became aware of the presence of another person in the room. "If you're done, I'd like to have a word with my boyfriend now," the pretty blonde girl standing in front of me said. She was absolutely still and expressionless. I was doubly mortified- first, at the fact that I had just gotten fucked in front of a total stranger and second, by the fact that the stranger also happened to be the girlfriend of the man climaxing within me at that moment. I turned back to look at Max who appeared to be seething with rage. It struck me as odd that he didn't seem embarrassed or afraid at being caught in the act of cheating. I pulled myself off Max with a jerk- which was a little painful in itself, but the emptiness left behind felt worse. But, I didn't have the time to think about that. I was busy trying to gather my clothes and leave with as much dignity as I possibly could in the given situation. The blonde stood still following my movements with her eyes. Max stood still observing the blonde with bloodshot eyes. I got dressed as quickly as I could and noisily opened the door to leave. I think that was the first moment Max remembered about me. "Nayana. I'm sorry. I'll call and explain." I turned and looked at him and then looked at the blonde who was looking at me with an amused smile. "No. Actually, don't bother. Please, don't call." I said trembling and slammed the door shut behind me. Through the shut door I could hear the girl's laughter. It didn't make sense but it felt like the joke had been on me. I rushed down the stairs not bothering to wait for the elevator. By the time I reached the sidewalk panting, I noticed that Max had followed me out. He was barefooted and dressed in only a pair of jeans. "Nayana," he called out running after me. I managed to hail a cab and opened the door to jump in. Before I could shut the door, he grabbed it open. "Nayana, listen to me. Whatever you think is happening here, you're wrong. Please allow me to call and explain everything." "Look, you certainly don't owe me any explanation. I never asked. I didn't think. I mean, it's not like I know you. Heck I don't even know your last name." I mumbled all the thoughts going through my head at the time. "Not sure I follow you but my last name is Williamson and I believe I owe you an explanation." "You should probably save your explanations for your girlfriend right now." I said, while managing to finally slam the door shut. As the cab sped away I watched Max standing in the middle of the road staring at the back of the cab. Complicated Ch. 05 Chapter 5 A week had passed since the incident at Max's place. The more I gave the whole thing a thought the more ashamed I felt. I had jumped into bed with a guy without bothering to find out anything about him. I've always been rather opinionated on the topic of cheating and think of people who cheat as nothing more than low life scum. So, it was particularly hard for me to wrap my head around the notion that I had been party to someone else's cheating. The sole consolation for me was that my boss had dropped an unexpected project in my lap that ended up consuming most of my time thinking up strategies, which meant that my brain was too occupied to dwell on the recent embarrassing turn of events. It was Friday evening and I was returning home later from work than usual. I was exhausted mentally more than physically thanks to work and I was really looking forward to getting home and having a nice hot shower before heading out to meet up with Saira for dinner. Saira had recently started dating someone and she asked me to join them for dinner- knowing Saira that most likely meant that the guy had an Indian friend, who she was trying to set me up with. It was endearing how all my friends thought I needed help with my love life. And to be fair they usually set me up with some pretty nice guys, things just didn't work out that's all. No chemistry. That was it, really. But I never thought about it in those terms before. I entered my building foyer and noticed someone sitting on the floor in one corner- my building doesn't have any seating in the foyer like some of the nicer buildings do. When I saw who it was I tried to duck out the door before he noticed me. But, it was too late. "Nayana, please don't go." Max called out. "I can understand you're mad at me and ..." "Mad? You think I'm mad," I cut him off. "I'm not mad. I'm horrified, I'm humiliated, I'm also disappointed with myself but I'm not mad... and certainly not at you." I spat the words out. "I can explain. I didn't want to do this over the phone, which is why I came here in person. I thought that if I gave you some days to cool off..." "What? That I'd be okay with..."I waved my hands about, "whatever the hell you have going on and that I would help you cheat on your girlfriend?" "Look, can we please just sit down and talk. I'd like to explain." I was struck by the sincerity in the tone of his voice. I looked at the clock on my phone and noticed that I'd be late if I didn't rush upstairs and shower immediately. "I can't." I closed my eyes, doing my best to shut him out. "Nayana, please," he urged. "No. I seriously can't. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend and I'm going to be late." I said looking at my phone. "Can I meet you later then?" "I don't know when I'll be back." "That's okay," was all Max said before he left. -------------------------------------------- After Max left I rushed to my apartment to quickly shower and change before heading out to meet Saira at the restaurant. I didn't know the name of the place as Saira had only forwarded me directions on how to get there. As the cab approached the location I saw her standing with a couple of guys- one of whom looked oddly familiar. I jumped out of the cab and walked to greet Saira but even before she could introduce me my brain had finally managed to make the connection. "You're Shrini, from Legal!" I said, excitedly. The man looked at me and smiled warmly. "Yes, but I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure of learning your name." "Nayana," I said as I stretched out my hand in a handshake. "That name is familiar. Don't tell me, wait... Aren't you the one who send that memo to HR notifying them that if the company didn't offer reparation to Ella Demille we could have a potential lawsuit on our hands?" "Yes. That's me." I answered with pride. I was amazed that Shrini had heard about me. Shrini was short for Shriniwas and he was the head of the legal department in the company I worked for. Saira grabbed my arm as she walked me into the restaurant, "Isn't this nice, we all seem to already know each other." "That's almost true," said the other guy in our party as he held out a chair for Saira. We all laughed at Saira for having forgotten about Christopher. I may have been meeting him for the first time but I had already had enough phone conversations with Saira to know that he was the current love of her life. I admired the way Saira could wear her heart on her sleeve and was unafraid to put herself out there. The best part about her being 'her' was that she lived with no regrets. She introduced me to Christopher who seemed pleasant enough. Dinner finished went by quickly as the conversation was light and the company engaging. I could see that Christopher was a lot like Saira and appeared to dote on her. They were already at the stage in their relationship where they were comfortable saying they loved each other in public and yet three weeks ago, they hadn't even met. I was happy to see my friend happy but I knew that could never be me, I could never risk my feelings in that manner. During dinner I found out that Shrini and Christopher had been friends since college and had even lived together for some time as roommates. I also discovered why Shrini was so popular even outside his department at work- he was smart and charming. It didn't hurt that he was a silver haired fox who had one of the warmest smiles I have ever seen. So much more pleasant that a smirk. Where did that come from? I ignored the stupid voice in my head and focused instead on my conversation with Shrini. And while I may have not have admitted to it, the truth was that I was making comparisons. After dinner Shrini offered to drop me home. Saira looked super pleased with herself to see that we had hit it off so well. She mouthed that I owed her one and I nodded in acquiescence. Shrini was a gentleman the entire way home, unlike a certain someone who had pulled the car over to finger fuck me only to leave me unsatisfied. Stop that! I scolded myself. We were soon walking into the foyer of my building. I turned to thank Shrini for the wonderful evening and drive home. "Nayana, aren't you going to invite me up for a drink?" I was a little taken aback by the forwardness of his request, quite a contrast to his behaviour till then. He sensed my misgivings and explained, "I just enjoyed talking to you and I thought perhaps we could spend some more time talking before I went home." He flashed me a reassuring smile that made me reconsider. I didn't see any harm in inviting him upstairs. Shrini had behaved like a gentleman so far and I had no reason to doubt his intentions. "Okay. But I'm not much of a drinker so I don't have anything stronger than wine to offer." We entered the lift and pressed the button for my floor. The closed space of the elevator alerted me to Shrini's eyes appraising my body. I looked at him and smiled and tried to act casual. The automatic doors slid open on my floor and I exited the elevator fishing for the door keys in my purse. Shrini was walking right behind me. I looked at my door ready to slip the key into the keyhole when I saw him. "Max!" "I didn't think you'd have company." Max said sounding annoyed. "Is this a friend of yours Nayana?" Shrini politely enquired while slipping his hand casually around my waist. I flinched visibly at the gesture but didn't step away. "No. I mean, yes. This is Max." "Hello." Shrini held out his hand. "Max, this is Shrini." Max just stood still while Shrini stupidly held out his hand. I knew that I couldn't deal with Max in front of Shrini. "I'm sorry, Shrini but we'll just have to have that drink another time." "No problem," he said and leaned in from across to kiss my cheek. "I'll see you at work, okay?" "Yes, at work. Thank you again for a lovely evening." I smiled at him. "Well the pleasure was mine and I hope we can do this again soon." I waited till he entered the elevator before I turned my attention to Max. "I thought you said you were meeting a friend. I wouldn't have bothered waiting if I knew you were out on a date." He was angry. "Wait, you show up unannounced at my doorstep and then somehow you're angry that I was out on a date?" I looked at him amazed. "You're really incredible you know." I said while turning the key in the lock. I entered the apartment and turned to face him. "I mean, you're the one with the girlfriend and you show up here at this hour of the night and... " "She's not my girlfriend. Not anymore." He gritted his teeth. "I don't blame her. I'd dump a guy who did that to me too." My statement seemed to anger him further. He stepped inside the apartment, past me and slammed the door shut. "Look, I came here earlier to explain. You said you were gonna go out with friends so I decided to wait for you. Now I've been sitting there outside your door for the last two hours just waiting. So, excuse me if I didn't seem too thrilled when you finally showed up with some guy with his hands all over you." I couldn't believe the gall of this man. He was the cheater and here he was talking to me like I'd done something wrong. I was so mad at him but I couldn't articulate my thoughts well enough to convey all the reasons. "Argh! " Was the most coherent thought I was able to vocally reproduce as I stomped my foot in frustration. I placed my hands on Max's chest to shove him outside my apartment. He didn't budge but instead started shaking with laughter which only served to anger me further still. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? Why are you laughing?" "It's just cute that you think you can physically force me out." The man was downright infuriating. "I could call the cops." "Will you?" I considered the option and realised that I didn't need to make my drama a public affair by dragging the cops into it. "No." I said sulking. "Good, if it can be avoided, I would rather not have any more people watch us fuck." He said, in a matter fact of manner. "What!" "Does that surprise you?" "You must think highly of yourself for you to imagine we'll ever hook up again." "I do, but that's not the reason why I know we will." I raised an eyebrow at him. Max dropped his voice, made it huskier somehow before he continued. "It's because I understand your body better than you do." He gave me a knowing look that made me quiver. I channelled my rage and screamed, "Fuck off," before racing towards my bedroom. If I got there before him I could shut him and everything he was saying out. He followed me slowly and wedged his foot in the doorway before I could slam the door shut. "Just leave me alone!" I shouted. Max stood where he was and began undressing. I watched him in total awe. How could he imagine that I'd even let him touch me let alone fuck me with his cheating dick. "You know I really came to talk. I wanted to explain first. But, I feel like I need to remind you of who you are first." He spoke in a slow and deliberate manner as he cast aside his clothes and began working on taking off his shoes and socks. "I know who I am. You on the other hand seem to have taken leave of your senses." I began to feel certain that he was some sort of lunatic and that I needed to get out of my apartment if I was to escape from his clutches. I bolted to the door, but Max deftly grabbed me and unceremoniously dropped me in the middle of my bed. "Strip," he ordered me. "Fuck you!" I yelled defiantly. "You will shortly. Now strip." He dictated. I reached for whatever object I could grab to hurl at him- a couple of pillows which he expertly deflected only to be finally hit squarely in the head by the television remote control. I saw the skin on his forehead break and a trickle of blood appear, but he didn't stop moving toward me. "Oh my god!" I covered my mouth with my hands. I hadn't planned on letting things get this out of hand. But apparently a little blood wasn't going to stop Max. He reached me, yanked my legs apart, pulled my dress up and pulled off my panties. I remained frozen as I was caught up between my desire to escape and my desire for Max. He opened my legs and dragged my body down the bed closer to him. "Your place," he roared, "is as my fuckin' slut." Max shoved his cock against my pussy lips and started to push himself into me. I felt torn between the urge to fling him off of me and the need to pull him in closer. "Ungh, ungh, ungh." Max fucked me in that spirited manner that made me take leave of my senses. He reached out and pinched my nipple through my dress and bra. My pussy helplessly gripped his flesh harder in response. He smiled in acknowledgement and picked his pace. I closed my eyes, refusing to watch him derive pleasure from the fact that he could predict my body's responses so accurately. He slapped my tits a few more times. They were aching now, aching to be free of their clothing and to be fondled and suckled by Max. Unconsciously I was pushing my chest up off the bed in offering to Max, just like I was my hips. Max's strong hands grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped it open. Later, I noted that I had lost several pieces of clothing to that man's passion. Fortunately my bra had a clasp in front so it was spared. Now that my tits were exposed he swooped down to suckle on my tender flesh. I had given up all pretence of resistance and drew his head closer to my chest. I raised my hips and dug my heels into his butt to draw his deeper into me. "See," he said smiling smugly and pointing to the motion of my hips, "my fuckin' slut." I promised myself that I would slap the smirk off his face after I came. Fortunately that happened sooner than expected as Max started teasing my clit with his fingers even as he continued to fuck me. "Max!" Unintentionally, I called out his name as I came. He withdrew but he hadn't come; only I had. I could see his swollen member as proof that he had yet to climax. It looked red and angry. "You haven't come." "I know." "Why did you stop?" "Would you like me to come?" I realised what he was doing. I could say no and pretend like he had no claim on me. Or I could say yes and prove just how correct he was about me. I looked him in the eye and grabbed a hold of his raging hardon. Looking at Max's red cock with the bulging veins and the fat mushroom head, I understood why anyone would describe an erection as raging. I gentle wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck. Max wound his hands in my hair and began pulling my head on to his cock. He must've been very close earlier before he stopped within a couple of minutes and spurting his jizz into my mouth and over my face. I didn't swallow; instead I let it run down the side of my mouth and drip down to my breasts. He watched me for a few minutes before he pulled me into his embrace. There was something oddly comforting about the gesture. I remembered that I was supposed to slap him after my climax, but, I was too comfortable to move. He mumbled something into the crown of my head, but, I was too overcome with sleep to pay attention to that now. I curled up within his arms and fell asleep. ---------------------------------------------- It was 2 AM, I noted the time on the bedside clock. I was naked and clean. I was sure that I hadn't showered before I nodded off. Who had cleaned me? Max was also asleep, naked beside me. I couldn't believe that I had let this man have his way with me again. At least this time didn't count as cheating, the annoying voice in my head said sarcastically. I wanted to wake him up and talk, figure things out. But I was afraid that I would just end up bending over and begging for his cock to fuck me once more. I convinced myself that it would be better to just go to sleep and deal with the matter in the light of day. But, I'd need to get dressed first if I planned to climb back into bed with him; sleeping naked next to him was far more tempting than I knew I possessed the strength to resist. ----------------------------------------------- I tossed about restlessly till 3 AM, fighting the urge to strip and fuck myself on Max's cock. I finally gave up on falling asleep in the bed and went to the living room to sleep on my sofa. My sofa, though cushy and comfortable wasn't meant to be used as a substitute for a bed so it took me some time before I could finally settle into a position that was comfortable enough for sleep. When I woke up in the morning my body felt stiff and sore. It also felt like I was being blinded by the bright lights that someone had turned on all around my apartment. I had to blink a few times before I realised that it was just the sunlight streaming through the open window. I headed to the kitchen to put the coffee pot on and was taken aback to watch Max in the midst of raiding my kitchen. "What do you think you're doing?" He looked up and noticed me for the first time. "Good morning! I was just making us some breakfast." "Okay, but does that require you to destroy my kitchen?" I pointed at the mess all round- ingredients scattered, cabinets and drawers lay tossed open, and several dirty dishes in the sink. How had I managed to sleep through all of this? I wondered. Had I been roofied? That would have explained my behaviour last night. "It took me some time trying to figure out your kitchen set-up." He must've realised that I wasn't happy with the mess because he quickly added, "Don't worry; I'll clean it all up. In the meanwhile, why don't you hit the shower and freshen up?" I turned to walk towards the shower. This was a different side of Max I was seeing. It made me smile. --------------------------------------------- I returned to the kitchen after my shower feeling a little disappointed that Max had chosen not to jump me in the shower. I was surprised to find that everything in the kitchen had been tidied just as he said it would be, with the exception of the dirty dishes in the sink. He handed me a plate piled with scrambled eggs, cheese and toast and grabbed one for himself. "I only made coffee as you didn't have any oranges for fresh OJ." Max stated apologetically. "That's okay. Coffee's good." We took our plates and coffee mugs and sat at the table. I looked at my plate and admired the way he had taken the trouble to present the simple fare. I scooped up a forkful of the eggs and was impressed by how soft and fluffy they tasted. So much so that I ended up wolfing them down a little faster than would be considered proper etiquette. Max watched me and smiled. "What?" I glared at him. "I was really hungry and these are really good." I said between mouthfuls. "Well then, you're welcome." Max said jovially. "Umm? Yeah. Thanks." I uttered while I nibbled on the cheese and toast. I had almost cleaned up my plate when it struck me that I was out of excuses to delay talking to him. I was trying to figure out where I ought to begin when it suddenly came to me. I set my plate aside, took a sip of the coffee and cleared my throat to draw his attention. Max understood that I was finally ready to talk. He took the napkin, wiped his mouth and pushed aside his plate as well. "So?" "Yes?" He asked patiently. "You said last night that you came to explain something." "Does it still matter?" If anything, the events of the previous night had helped prove that all pertinent facts were irrelevant to the chemistry we shared. "I loathe cheaters." I blurted. "I feel the same way." My eyebrow shot up and I gave him a look. "I know you think certain events have taken place in a particular order which isn't accurate. Jenna, my ex-girlfriend was cheating on me... with Diego, my ex-best friend." Complicated Ch. 05 I rolled my eyes, amazed that he was going to try to use this old chestnut on me. "Mmmhmm. And you were just fucking around behind her back as a way to get back at her?" "No. Jenna and I were over long before that. When I found out, about her... I was too hurt to confront either one of them... They've been living together for the last 3 months now and they thought I didn't know." "You know your story makes less and less sense. You need to at least have some semblance to logic in your lies." I said as dryly as I could. "Jenna got a job offer in the same city as Diego around a year ago and moved. We decided that we both loved each other too much to let distance be the reason to end of our relationship. So we travelled at any given opportunity, doing our best to make it work." He saw that I was listening, so he continued. "I heard rumours from a few common friends about how they'd seen Jenna and Diego together. I figured they were out together as friends considering all three of us have known each other since college. "Anyway, it was only when I came across some pictures of them together posted on a social networking site that I suspected things may have moved beyond friendship. And then I got my final confirmation when I went to Jenna's apartment and leant from her old roommate that she had moved in with Diego." Max was staring away into space as he narrated the events. I could tell that it was something he found painful to talk about; it made me feel like I could trust that he was telling me the truth. "I returned home. I chose not to confront either of them. They were two people I'd loved and they betrayed me. So, yeah, I don't think highly of cheaters either." "When Jenna came over that day," he said looking at me now, "she was bitchy to you because that's just how Jenna is. She's beautiful, she's smart, really sharp and she's got a twisted sense of humour that few people get." I remembered the loud giggling I heard through the door and how her reaction had confused me at that time. "I thought I needed to explain to you that you and I weren't doing anything wrong and that you had no reason to be embarrassed about what happened." "Ah-yup. Having a stranger watch me have sex is not cause for embarrassment, at all." I mumbled to myself. "If it helps," he said with a rascally sparkle in his eye, "the stranger thought you looked really hot when you came." I blushed and kicked Max under the table. "Ouch!" It felt good as I watched him hug his shin. "But if you asked me," he continued in the same tone, "I personally think you look hotter just before... when you're begging to come." "Oh you're incorrigible!" I grumbled and got out of my chair. Max grabbed me by my waist and made me sit down in his lap. "And you're just fun to play with." He laughed as he nuzzled against my neck. I could feel his cock grow hard against my hip and knew exactly how the next few hours were going to go. I figured I ought to undress before Max ruined another set of my clothes. Complicated Ch. 06 Chapter 6 Max and I started meeting each other frequently during the week and some weekends at either his apartment or mine where we would immediately proceed to fucking each other till one of us passed out from exhaustion. I was amazed at how much my libido had shot up since the time I met Max. We never went out and we rarely got the time to talk except at breakfast. He always insisted on making me breakfast, which I was thankful for as he ended up making unusual but delicious things with whatever he'd find in the kitchen. But breakfast was only possible on those occasions where one of us had spent the night and I didn't need to rush to work in the morning. So even though close to a month had passed, I felt like I still hadn't learnt much more about Max than I did after the first time he made me breakfast. Work had gotten a little hectic for me which didn't leave me time for much of a social life. I was due for a promotion and facing a lot of stress. The only respite I seemed to get was during my visits with Max. Kylie had been away and had therefore missed the recent developments in my life. Her office had sent her away to France for six weeks related to a merger they were going through. She was due back that week and we'd made plans to hangout and catch up that weekend. Max was already aware of my long standing plan with Kylie so I didn't need to call him and ask him not to come over that night. I wondered what he might be doing. In fact on more than one occasion I had wondered about what it was that Max did on the nights, especially the weekends that we didn't hook up. But, I never asked. I guess, in many ways I didn't want to know. When the weekend came so did Kylie, as planned. It wasn't till I saw her that I recognised how much I had missed her during her time away. We sat and spoke while she popped open a bottle of fancy French bubbly that she had specially smuggled back for me. We started talking about work and all the upheavals we had faced- Kylie and I have similar roles in our respective offices, which is another reason why I find it easier to talk to her than the rest of my friends- but eventually our talks turned to more delicate matters. "So whatever happened between you and that young 'un from that club we'd gone to?" "What do you mean?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Is the sex still great or have you moved on?" I sighed, "No. The sex is still great." "So, what's the problem?" I thought about her question but once more couldn't pinpoint the exact issue. "There's no problem, except that I feel like something is amiss and I can't quite put my finger on it." "Uh-oh!" "What?" "Are you dating anyone else?" "No." "Haven't you gone out with anyone else since this guy?" "Ummm... No, but that's only because I've been so busy with work." "But you have managed to go out with this guy, during this busy time, right?" "Not going out, no, but I think I see the point you're trying to make." "Do you? Okay answer me this. Has he gone out with anyone else?" I would've personally liked to know the answer to this question myself, but, "I don't know." "So, you're exclusive." "No, I said that I don't know if he's seeing anyone else." "Yeah, I heard you and I said that you, as in you, Nayana, are exclusively seeing this guy. You're making this more complicated than it ought to be." "What is it that it ought to be?" I asked bitingly. "Less involved." "What's that s'posed to mean?" "It means that you don't get involved with the person beyond getting your needs met." "Oh, well, that it exactly how it is." "Really?" She sounded surprised. "Yes; really." I confirmed. "Then why are you so conflicted about your situation? Do you want more?" I hadn't considered this before; could it be possible that while I didn't expect more from my arrangement with Max that a part of me would have liked it to turn into something more. "I suppose it's one of those urban fairy tales, isn't it? The booty call that turned into a happily-ever-after." Kylie laughed. "I'm glad to see that you still have your wits about you." "And I'm glad that we spoke. It helped put some of this into perspective." "We need to fix you up with a nice Indian guy." "I hope this is not the part where you ask me to give Sid another try." "You could do worse." "Or a whole lot better." I waggled my eyebrows at her. "You couldn't find any boy better than the match I got you girly," Kylie said while doing her best Yenta impersonation. "Well actually Saira got you beat in that department. She fixed me up with a brilliant guy from my company." "So, tell me more, tell me more, tell me more, like does he have a car," Kylie sang the lines from the Grease musical. "Nothing for now. I've just been too busy to go out with him again." "Nayana! Pick up the phone right now and fix a date with that man." She said bossily. It felt like everyone had taken to ordering me around those days or had I always been such a doormat, I wondered. "Okay woman, no need to shout." I grabbed my phone and pulled up Shrini's number from my contact list and dialled. "Hi Shrini! ..." "Yeah, it's me Nayana. ..." "I know, I've been really busy. ..." "Yeah, the appraisal cycles. ..." "Shrini, I was wondering, would you like to have dinner with me sometime this week? ..." "Tomorrow? Yeah, that works for me. ..." "A reservation on the books at Nomad? Sounds pretty fancy. ..." "I'd love to. ..." "Shall I see you there? ..." "Yes, seven o'clock is just fine with me. ..." "Sure. G'night." I could see that Kylie was more excited about my upcoming date with Shrini. "Ooooh, Nomad! That's really fancy. Home boy is lookin' to impress." "So, I did good?" "You did very well grasshopper." We were both laughing as we moved on to rummage my closet for the perfect outfit to wear on my date with Shrini the next day. ------------------------------------------- The following night when I got home, Kylie was at my apartment waiting for me. "So, how was it?" "Oh my gosh, Kylie! The place was fabulous and their deserts were sinfully good. I swear I moaned enough that the other guests must've thought I was re-enacting Meg Ryan's fake orgasm scene." "That's wonderful and all but I was actually asking about the guy!" She rolled her eyes at me. "Shrini? He was brilliant as usual- turns out he's just as fluent in French as corporate law." "And, what else?" "What else?" "Great kisser or has potential but will need some help or cold fish?" "I wouldn't know." I pouted. "Why?" "We had to cut dinner short as he had a family emergency. He dropped me off and is headed to the airport... It's his mum." I explained. "Oh, that really sucks." "Why? He promised he'd call me as soon as he got back." I pulled out my phone, browsed through it and handed it to Kylie. "Look here, he even texted me to say he was looking forward to spending more time with me when he returned." "Oooooh, looks like you caught a big fish." "We will have to see about that." I said exaggerating my accent which made her burst into a fit of giggles. ------------------------------------------------ Two weeks had gone by without me hearing from Max. No calls, no late night drop-ins. I'd been too busy with work to have enough spare time to go visit him, so I hadn't ended up calling him either. I had however managed to stay in regular contact with Shrini who gave me daily updates about his mum and the rest of his family. I knew it was really weird how he was already communicating with me like we were in a relationship, but, this was familiar territory for me and it was easy to just fall in step with it all. Shrini's mum was better and he would need to return soon to be present for our company's annual charity ball so he could be there to schmooze with the members of the board. He'd already asked me to accompany him as his date about a week ago. I felt like we were a bunch of high school seniors who were going steady with each other and would be going to prom together. But it didn't bother me not till it was time for him to return. It was one thing to act like you were in a relationship with someone when they weren't in the same city as you; it was a different matter when they were. I began to grow nervous, uncertain about how I would deal with Shrini when we ended up meeting. Kylie's words of wisdom acted like the light in the dark for me, "You're complicating this more than you need to." According to Kylie I needed to just play it by ear, go with the flow, and not plan my feelings for Shrini. I attributed my anxiety to a lack of sex. After a month of getting regularly fucked to satisfaction by Max the recent dry spell was most likely what was taking its toll on me. I tried calling him at his apartment a few times but didn't catch him. I texted him once but when I didn't hear from him I felt weird trying to reach out to him again. I figured he'd probably grown bored and moved onto shinier things. It upset me, but I blamed my mood on my sudden state of celibacy. Shrini was returning that Saturday and had expressed that he would have liked to have me meet him at the airport. I wasn't comfortable with the idea. Fortunately for me I had a legitimate out- the girls had planned to go out the same evening. We'd made plans to go to club Papaya this time. The place sounded like one of those flavour of the month clubs that disappear after their month is up which is exactly why you should hit it while they're still around. Well, that was the reasoning offered by Jade anyhow. I could tell that he was disappointed that I didn't offer to cancel on my friends. According to him, it was the only opportunity he'd have to see me for a while because he had to try and get himself caught up on whatever he had missed during his recent absence from work. As a consolation I reminded him that the company ball was on Friday and we at least had that to look forward to; it worked to brighten his mood a little. I liked Shrini, he was fantastic on paper, smart and attractive in person and we got along well, so I didn't understand why I was so ambivalent towards him. ------------------------------------------------- Papaya turned out to be exactly the kind of place the name suggested- a tropical themed getaway located in the heart of the city. It was fun, but I could just tell that there was no way this place would still be around 3 months down the line. The place was very now, and not likely to last in the long run. When I got to the place I noticed that this wasn't the 'girls only' night out I'd imagined it to be. Saira had shown up with Christopher, Eloise had brought her life-partner Deanne along and even Jade had showed up with a date. Good thing I could always rely on Kylie to show up alone like me for our nights out. We got our drinks, sat down at a booth and immediately started chattering on about what was new with us. "So, we hear things are pretty serious with you and Shrini." Saira said to the group more than me. "You do? And where do you hear these things?" "From my amazing boyfriend," said Saira as she turned to kiss Christopher. "Shrini told me about how supportive you were throughout the recent crisis with his mom." Christopher explained. I shrugged my shoulders. "Nayana, I've known that man for years and let me tell you he's smitten. I won't be surprised if I attend your marriage sometime this year." "What!" It wasn't just me who had cried out in shock. "I know Shrini, he's reached that point in his life that he's ready to settle down and start a family. And I know that his family is thrilled that he's dating an Indian girl." Christopher may have perceived how conflicted I was on the matter of my feelings towards Shrini; he added, "If you're not serious about him, you should let him off the hook, now." I remained quiet, uncertain about how to respond to Christopher's advice so I politely thanked him. I stayed distracted the rest of the night and Kylie finally had to admit in a defeated tone that it would be best if I were relieved of my frolicking duties and sent home immediately. As I waited for a cab by the sidewalk I checked my phone and felt my heart race when I saw that there had been a call from Max. I dialled his number as I got into the cab. "Hey, you called?" "Yeah, are you home?" "No, but I'm on my way." "Alright, I'll see you there." He hung up before I could suggest that perhaps I wasn't in the mood for company, which was true a few minutes ago but I was excited now. Max coming over always meant one thing. ----------------------------------------------- I noticed Max sitting on the floor outside my door as I walked towards it. His shoulders were drooping and he looked really tired. His eyes were dull and his whole body gave the impression of someone who was feeling rather defeated. He didn't move to stand up when I reached him so I opened my door and grabbed his hand to pull him in with me. He slowly stood and followed me in. I went to the kitchen and put on a kettle of tea before I went back to Max. He hadn't moved from the hallway. "Hi." I said gently. He looked at me and smiled weakly. "Hey." I took a hold of his hand, "Are you okay?" He looked at our hands and then at me. "My dad passed away." "I'm sorry," I said and meant it. He sat down on the floor and pulled me down with him. "Don't be. He was an asshole." I was taken aback with the intensity of his statement. "I hated the guy for how he treated my mom when she was alive, but he was still my dad." "When did this happen?" I asked. "Little over a week ago. I've been busy settling all his affairs." "Do you have any other family?" "No. I was there for the service and noticed that the only people there were friends and acquaintances. It was very odd realising that I had no family left in this world." Maybe because he looked so vulnerable or maybe because I couldn't fathom a world where a person is all alone or maybe just because I had wanted to do this to Max since I first saw him that evening but for reasons I couldn't exactly say I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me. I stroked his cheek as he lay huddled against me. Max looked up at me, for a second I thought I saw a wounded look in his eyes but then he quickly averted his gaze. I told myself that I had imagined the look. "Come on," I said while smiling at him. "Let's have some nice and warm tea and then climb into bed." I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on before heading to the bedroom. Max had taken off his shoes and socks and was working on unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll just shower and be back in a jiffy," I said running into the bathroom. I had just finished soaping myself when I heard the door of the shower stall being opened. Max stood behind me. "I only came to give you a hand that's all."He said quietly and proceeded to wash me. His hands on my bare skin felt even better than the warm water. I turned towards him and closed my eyes as he ran his hands gently over my breasts, my belly and then slowly down my thighs all the way down to my ankles. I moaned softly at his gentle caresses as he watched me, observing everything about me. I had thought for sure that this was foreplay but all he ended up doing was giving me a hand just like he said. He helped me wash off and then rubbed me down with one of the large and fluffy towels. Then he wrapped a towel round his waist and draped another around my body before carrying me off to my bed. He went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of mint tea. He handed me a cup while sipping on his own cup. This wasn't the way I had imagined spending my night when I got the call from Max, but I couldn't help but admit that it felt nice. I moved closer to him and snuggled into his side. In turn he too leaned in against me. I felt warm and safe and soon enough, overcome with sleep. "I've missed you," I whispered, before I fell asleep. ---------------------------------------------- The next morning I awoke to find Max bustling away in the kitchen as usual. The whole apartment smelled wonderful, thanks to the aroma rising from whatever it was that Max was preparing. I remembered what a disaster zone my kitchen had looked that first time; perhaps he was right and the fault really lay in the way my kitchen was organised. "Morning!" he approached me and planted a kiss on my lips- a really chaste kiss in comparison to all the kisses I had received from him till now. I thought about last night again and noted how odd it was that Max had for the first time spent a night with me without either of us doing anything sexual in nature and yet we both seemed to be okay with it. I took the plate that Max had fixed for me and headed to the table. We ate our food in silence, but it wasn't awkward, rather comfortable. He appeared to be reading the sports and business sections of the paper while I scanned a few news blurbs on my phone. When we finished we placed our plates in the sink and tidied my apartment. It all felt so easy and normal and strange because of how naturally we both seemed to fall in step with each other. We're not in a relationship, I had to remind myself. "You know I called you a few times and even texted you once." I don't know why I chose to break the tranquillity with that statement. Max appeared to visibly tense up at my statement, "I know." "You didn't return my calls or my message." I looked at him curiously. I thought I saw the same hurt look I'd seen the previous night. He appeared to consider his response before he finally spoke. "I wasn't planning to." "Because of what happened to your dad?" "No." I could tell from his responses that this was something he wasn't comfortable talking about. At the same time his responses were making me even more curious to learn about the motivation for his actions or rather inaction in this case. You're making this more complicated than it needs to be. The annoying voice sounded just like Kylie this time, which may be why I chose not to automatically ignore it. I decided to drop my line of questioning. I needed to stop trying to understand Max and his motivations. I needed to stop acting like this was anything other than what it was. "Okay." I said to him and went back to what I was doing. If he was surprised at me dropping the topic so suddenly, I didn't notice it. Complicated Ch. 07 Chapter 7 For two weeks I hadn't heard from Max and then he had shown up one night at my apartment and told me about his father's death. We'd spend the night comforting each other and behaving like a couple when we were no more than fuck buddies. When Max left my apartment the next day I sensed that something had changed in our dynamic but tried not to think about what it was. I wasn't sure about where I stood with him and it was something I worked on consciously not to think about as I was determined to simplify my existence. So instead I made my sole focus the quest for a stunning gown to wear to the annual company charity ball. I knew my current wardrobe budget wouldn't allow me to squander the equivalent of my annual wages for an outfit that I would wear for just one evening. Eloise and Deanne heard about my predicament and helped me out by getting in touch with one of their designer friends who in turn was kind enough to lend me one of her creations for one evening. So far, I thought to myself, everything was coming along like a modern fairytale. The days rolled by and soon it was the night of the ball, which was taking place in the hotel that housed Nomad as well. In fact the food for the event was being provided by Nomad. I knew these things only because Shrini had made it point to tell me about it more than once- apparently the company had been able to secure the location for their charity ball as a direct result of Shrini's efforts. I was expecting to make a grand entrance walking down the stairs of the ballroom in my designer gown while all eyes watched me. So I was rather disappointed to find that there were no stairs and though I managed to feel all eyes on me I suspected that had more to do with my fashion faux pas. I was wearing a strapless flowy chiffon dress with a gold girdle around the waist that accentuated my curves in the most flattering manner, and oh, the colour of my outfit was peach while everyone else in the room was dressed in either black or white. For a split second I considered rushing to my apartment and changing into one of my basic black, evening dresses. But then I reconsidered and thought what the hell! It's not often that up-and-coming designers lend me their clothes to wear so I might as well make what I could of the situation. Plus, I told myself, with the amount of time I'd spent being naked around Max I could easily handle a ballroom filled with people while dressed. "You look like a breath of fresh air." Shrini said appearing out of nowhere. "Hey. Thanks?" I smiled at him and shrugged, "Sorry, I didn't get the memo about the dress code. "There is no dress code; people just prefer to play it safe." I laughed in relief. "You're in black, does that mean that you like to play it safe too?" "Nah, I couldn't manage to find a peach coloured tux in time." He said holding out his arm for me to take. We took a turn about the room; Shrini introduced me to a lot of important people who could serve as useful contacts for me down my career path. The conversation was breezy, the mood jovial, I felt relaxed and at ease; I was having fun. I noticed for the first time that on one side at the very entrance of the room was a long table with some items. There were some cards lying around and next to each card was a pad with a list of names scribbled on it. "Aha, you've found the silent auction table." Shrini informed me while scanning the different lists. "Is that what it is? I just noticed it." "The big prize is a boat, but we all know that Svenson has his eye on that one, so you can forget about that one. The next best thing is an evening with Nomad's chef where he'll come to your place and cook a meal for you and a friend." "Oooh. That does sound good." I said practically drooling after recalling my one and only dinner at Nomad. "I've already put down my name. Why don't you bid as well? If either one of us wins we can invite the other person over; we'd double our chances that way." That did sound like a good idea so I pencilled in my name and my bid. At the end of the night when they were announcing the names of the winners of the silent auction I listened eagerly, hoping they would announce my name. As Shrini had predicted, Svenson got the boat, he was a well known corporate bully but also a genius at what he did, so everyone put up with him- it's one of those corporate slash life lessons that an asshole is actually a valuable asset to a body because of the service it provides. "And now to announce the winner for a dinner date with Nomad's head chef is none other than Chef Williamson himself." The host announced. The crowd had gathered closer and there was a great deal of clapping. I watched in shock as Max walked up to the host and took the microphone from his hands and went on to read the name of the winner. I wasn't paying attention as I was more focused on Max in his crisp white overalls and bright blue eyes. Who is this man? Why didn't I know that Max was a chef? He had handed me his card the first time we met but I hadn't even looked at it. I wondered why I'd never asked him about what he did especially since I'd spoken to him about my work several times. No, he had asked. I corrected myself. He had asked about my work and I had talked. I was beginning to suspect that I knew less about Max than he did about me. Shrini was beside me saying how unfortunate it was that we hadn't won. He put his arm around my waist and began to move us towards another group of people with me mechanically following him. I wasn't sure if Max had spotted me in the sea of people. I wondered what he would say or do if he had. --------------------------------------------- The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. I didn't understand why the revelation that Max was a chef had unsettled me in the manner it had. But it did, and I was preoccupied with those thoughts. Shrini must've noticed the change in my manner because he commented about it. "I think I've had too much excitement for one evening." "You know I think they're ready to wrap this thing up. No reason for us to stick around." Shrini pointed towards the exit, "Shall we?" "Oh yes!" I said feeling relieved. He left to say his goodbyes while I waited for him. The musicians had started playing a beautiful piece of string music that I didn't recognise but couldn't help swaying to. "May I?" I looked up; it was Max holding out his hand as if he was asking me to dance. I nodded and placed my hand within his while he slid his other hand around my waist. He gracefully stepped across the floor and I followed his lead. He held me stiffly and a little apart but even the empty space between us seemed to be charged with electricity as he looked at me. I could feel his gaze caress the curve of my breasts as if it was his hands upon my bare flesh. I shivered, he noticed and for the first time that night I saw the hint of a smile on his stern face. "You're a chef." I felt stupid stating the obvious but my thoughts were a bit disorganised at the time. "Yes." "I didn't know." He looked at me closely as if questioning the veracity of my statement and then looked away. "I don't know you." I believed I'd spoken the truth. "I think you're right." The words were said in a matter-of-fact manner but his expression looked pained. We danced silently for the rest of the piece. I saw Shrini had returned and had probably grown tired of waiting for me. Max noticed him approach and he spun me around before pulling me closer to him. We were now moving away, in the opposite direction and closer to the exit. As soon as we were near the exit Max gave up the pretence of dancing and dragged me along with him. I had to practically run to keep up with his pace or risk falling on my face. Within a few minutes we were outside in the alleyway when Max finally stopped. He pushed me up against the wall and stepped between my legs. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me. Max supported my butt with one hand while struggling to unzip his pants with the other. I hastily raised my dress out of the way and prayed that I wouldn't end up ruining the dress but it never even occurred to me to ask him to stop. Pushing my panties aside Max eased himself into me- both our bodies tensed till the moment he was finally all the way in. We both moaned when his penis bottomed out. "Nayana?" He was staring at me. He didn't say anything he didn't move and I didn't understand the silent question he was asking me. I held Max's head between my hands and I kissed him. I kissed him with all the passion that I felt for him as well as all the confusion he created in me. He must've got his answer in my kiss because he started moving inside me. Not fast, not slow but jerky motions that were making his veiny cock hit all the right spots inside me. I moaned louder and bit his lip. I must've bitten hard because I was certain I tasted blood. I broke our kiss to check the damage and saw a small trickle before I felt his lips crush mine. I licked his lips and suckled on the cut to stem the blood flow making Max groan into my mouth and increase the pace of his strokes. It had been so long since I'd been fucked by Max that it took no time for my climax to build up. Max too must've been eager for release because he was grunting like he always did just before he came. He looked at me and I nodded letting him know I was ready. Max moved a little faster and bit down on my nipple through my dress. That's gonna tear. "Max!" I screeched as I came. He managed to pull out just in time and jerk off his come against the inside of my thigh. We stood there like that for a few minutes, our panting the only sound in the quiet and dark alley. Eventually, he placed me down and helped me tidy my clothes before straightening himself. We stood there uncertain about what to say or do next. "My date's probably looking for me." I was the first to break the silence. "Yes." He replied and dragged me once again with him. This time we appeared to be heading to the employee car park. He finally stopped when we reached his car and opened the passenger side door. "Get in." He sternly ordered. I stared blankly at him. "I'm taking you home. Now get in." "No." "No?" "No." "You'd rather have that guy take you home?" Max shook his thumb in the direction of the ballroom- referring to Shrini, I guessed. "No! I mean... yes." I didn't want Shrini to take me home but Max's manner was annoying me. "I mean, he was my date for the evening." Max walked back from the driver's side of the car towards me till he had me backed against his car. "And what were you going to do after he took you home?" He looked at me dangerously. He lowered his face close to mine so that our lips were only a hair's breadth apart. "Were you going to let him kiss you?" He hooked his fingers into the top of my dress and gently tugged to roll my dress down down my chest just enough to expose my breasts. "Were you gonna let him undress you and play with your nipples?" He asked rolling his tongue around my nipples. His cold wet tongue was a wonderful contrast to his hot breath. I whimpered in delight. He bent down and ran his hands under my dress up the length of my legs; he pressed his hands between my thighs and forced them apart. "Were you going to spread your legs and invite him in?" His tone and actions were so seductive that I wasn't really paying any attention to his words. "Yes," I moaned softly. "Slut!" He returned just as softly and stopped. He was looking at me again with that annoying smirk on his face. I tried to push past him forgetting my state of undress. "Don't you want to straighten up first if you're going to go back in?" I stopped squirming and started pulling my dress back into place as he chuckled. He took a step back and flashed me a boyish grin. "Get in?" This time he's asked. I pushed him aside and got in the passenger side of the car. He muttered something under his breath, shut my side of the door and then got in from the driver's side. I buckled the seat belt and turned my head as if I was keen on something outside the window. As Max started the car and began to drive out of the car park I pulled my phone out and called Shrini. "Hi..." "Sorry..." "Williamson? Yes..." "He agreed to show me his kitchen..." "Yes, it was generous of him..." I refused to look at Max. I didn't think I could stand to see the smug look on his face right when I was lying through my teeth because of him. "Now? I'm on my way home- small emergency..." "Noooo. I'm fine. Everything is fine. Just something I need to take care of..." "Thank you for offering but I'll manage..." "Yes, it is a shame..." "Yes, I had a lovely time too. Thank you..." "Sure, we can try another time..." "Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I disconnected the call and turned back to the window. I didn't look at Max the entire way. When we reached my place I walked ahead of him. It's only when I unlocked my door and stepped in that I finally turned around to face him. I saw that he was heading back to the elevator. "Aren't you coming in?" I called out after him as I left the door open after me and headed to my bedroom. I heard his footsteps first outside and then on the inside followed by the sound of the door being shut. I kicked off my heels and took off my dress, carefully laid it out on the bed and dressed into a pair of shorts and a tank- it was a warm night. I stooped over the dress to investigate the damage. Max stripped down to his boxers and came closer to look at the dress himself. "I think I'm gonna start sending you a bill for all my clothes you damage." I said without looking at him. "I think you shouldn't wear clothes so you don't have to worry about such things around me." I fixed my glare on him. Seeing that it wasn't having the desired effect of blasting off his annoying expression I turned my attention back to the dress. A few minutes later I accepted that my stare wasn't helping much with the dress either, so I picked it up and carefully hung it up in my wardrobe. In the meanwhile Max had made himself comfortable on my bed, spreading himself all over it. "Don't hog the entire bed you big lump." "I saved some place for you right here," he replied pointing to the tenting in his boxers. I rolled my eyes, picked up one of the pillows and slammed it on his erection. It only had the effect of making him roll with laughter. "Stick to cooking, comedy is not for you." I said jumping into the corner of the bed he was no longer occupying. In a split second Max had rolled over and trapped me under him. "I bet there are other things I could do better than comedy." The humour was no longer in his tone. "Oh yeah?" I asked breathing a little heavier. "Yeah," he said pushing his groin into me so I could feel his hard and throbbing dick pressed against my mound. I mewled in a low voice. "Fuckin' slut. So fuckin'sexy. And so fuckin'easy." He murmured his voice guttural and shaky. He continued to rub against me through my clothes. "You need to get on birth control soon. I can't wait to bury myself inside your tight cunt and shoot my load deep inside you and flood you. And then watch you walk around with beads of white cum dripping down your beautiful brown legs." Oh fuck! He wasn't even in me, but, I was ready to come. He must've recognised my expression. "You want to come, don't you?" "Mmmhmmm." I moaned under him. "What'll you do for me?" "Anything." I said without thinking. "Anything?" "Yes." I shouted to convey my urgency. Max pulled down his boxers and my shorts, and positioned himself for entry. "Go out with me." I looked at him in wonder. "What?" "Go out with me." He repeated while teasing my slit with the head of his penis. "Where?" "Movie... restaurant... theatre, wherever. A date." "Ok." I nodded and was almost instantly rewarded by the delicious sensation of Max's fat cock stretching me out on its way in. "Aaaaah!" I climaxed even before he was completely in. Max pulled out and took off his boxers completely. He got off the bed and dragged me by my legs to the edge so that my legs dangled off the edge of the bed. He pulled off my shorts completely and grabbed me by the ankles placing each one on each of his shoulders. In this position he entered me again. Since I was wet from my climax he was easily able to push himself in. He nibbled on the inside of my ankles as he fucked me- one hand running up and down my thigh, stroking the soft skin on the inside while the other fingered my clit. I closed my eyes and prayed heaven was half as good. My hands pinched and squeezed my nipples through my tank. I wished I could have Max's lips sucking on them but it wouldn't have been possible in the position we were in. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was ready to come and was checking if I was close. I nodded and at my signal he grabbed my ankles in each of his hands and split me further open. He slammed into my tender cunt with all his might so that within a few thrusts I was screaming his name in the throes of my orgasm. No sooner did I come that he pulled out and let his spunk spill over my bare ass. He stood admiring my semen stained butt for a little while before he finally let my legs drop. I lay there still catching my breath when Max returned with a wet washcloth that he used to wipe my inner thigh and my ass. "Thank you." I was genuinely touched by the tenderness of the gesture. "Personally, I think it's a shame to clean you up coz your body covered in my cum is one of the most beautiful sights ever, but," he said sighing, "... even I can see the need for cleaning up." I couldn't help but snicker at the earnestness of his tone. "You find that funny, do you? You little minx!" He pounced on me and began to tickle. "Please, no. Please, stop." I giggled and tried to escape his clutches. "Here I am forced to destroy my own masterpiece and you would mock me?!?" He continued to tickle me while faking indignation. I finally managed to break free and jumped off the bed. "I apologize, Don Williamson. You're right, it is a tragedy indeed. Perhaps I can stop bathing to put an end to this travesty?" "Or, maybe I should be the only one cleaning you up?" Max offered while walking up to me and capturing my mouth in a kiss. I put my arms around his neck as he scooped me in his arms and carried me back to bed. "So, where are you taking me for this date?" I asked him in a teasing tone. I think he actually scratched his head at my question or maybe it just appeared that way. "Dunno. Didn't give it much thought. I just figured we'd have a better chance of getting to talk... know each other, while we're out than in." I thought of all the times we'd gotten frisky and more even when we were out and grinned. He must've had a similar recollection. "I know, our track record so far would say otherwise. So maybe a really, really public place?" I smiled at him, "Sure." I wanted to ask him why, I wanted to ask him what it was we were supposed to be doing but I didn't. It felt simpler to just go with what felt good. And so that's what I did. Complicated Ch. 08 Chapter 8 Max's theory about being out in public, so that we could manage to get to know each other better, was a fairly sound one; except that we did usually end up ducking into some alleyway or a public toilet or in the car to fuck each other to satisfaction. I don't know if the reason for this was behaviour was because he had an exhibitionistic streak or if he felt the need to assert his dominance over me or if he just found me that irresistible. The truth was probably a mix of all three. It was another one of those things I didn't ask him about. I had learned a great deal about Max' work- and it made sense why his weekends were busier than the rest of his week. He spoke to me about his past- he even opened a bit about his relationship with Jenna. He told me about how she had supported his choice to pursue his passion of cooking despite holding a degree in business management. They had been in love and together for long enough that they'd both talked about marriage being the next natural step for them. Diego had been Max's friend for years and was in fact responsible for introducing Jenna to him. It sounded like the three of them had a great deal of history that made the betrayal that much worse. He said he couldn't hold it against them that they'd fallen in love with each other but I could tell that Max had a lot of residual trust issues. For the most part I still considered Max to be somewhat of a mystery. We were spending a lot of time together both indoors as well as out- and yes, I was back on birth control- but I had yet to meet or even hear about Max's friends. Could someone really be that alone in the world? It seemed hardly possible. But that was the impression Max gave me. He'd been so focused on making it in the culinary world that he'd not bothered building much of a social life. We spoke about our past, we even spoke about what we wanted in our future, but we never spoke about what it was we were doing together in our present. I guessed Max was just having some fun while getting over a painful relationship while I was just living in the moment. I was no longer searching for that perfect for 'long term relationship Indian guy', I was just enjoying each day as it came and tried not to think about what would happen next. I figured I could be happy as long as I kept thinking that way. ---------------------------------------------- "I just don't get why you can't just leave some of your stuff here." Max stated with annoyance; this wasn't the first time we were having this discussion. "I mean, it's ridiculous that you can't just spend the night if you feel like it because you don't have your stuff here and that you need to always lug that huge bag around anytime you plan to." I sat quietly as I usually did whenever he brought this up. Arguing would've been pointless. He would say what he needed to and then eventually calmed down. "And it's not as if my place is cramped like yours. There's plenty of room in my closet and my bathroom for your stuff. Why do you have to be so irrational?" I couldn't explain it to him. I understood his argument but I was afraid that leaving my stuff around would make it all feel real somehow, like a real relationship and not just a casual fling. How was I supposed to explain these irrational fears? So instead, I sat mum observing the floorboards. "Nayana? What is it?" He asked, tenderly parting the hair away from my face. "What are you not telling me?" I chewed on my lower lip as Max waited patiently for some explanation. "May-maybe," I fumbled, "perhaps we shouldn't be spending so much time together?" "Why?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my hands, hoping that maybe I'd see some answer in the lines of my hands. Max sighed and got off the bed. "Clearly you have some reason that you refuse to share with me. I won't force you." He walked out of the bedroom and then immediately returned as if he'd just remembered something. "I need to go to my dad's town to close the sale on his place. I'll be gone for around three to... four days, tops... Will you come with me?" I knew it would be difficult for me to take four days leave from work at such short notice but I also sensed that this trip would be hard for Max, and I feared that he didn't have anyone else he could ask. "Sure." ----------------------------------------------- A day's drive was all it took for us to arrive at Max's father's place in Shelby. He had chosen to drive so that it would be easier to carry back any of the keepsakes he may want to hold on to. En route I discovered that the place we were going to wasn't just Max's father's place but was also the home he grew up in. I was glad I had agreed to go along with him. When we finally got to Shelby, it was late in the evening and Max was exhausted. He had made reservations for us to stay at one of the local bed and breakfast joints. He drove us straight to the B&B and got us checked in. "Goodness! That one is a hoot." I was referring to the sweet old lady who ran the B&B, who had just finished directing us to our room. Max nodded in agreement, "She could teach the telesales people a thing or two." "Yes. You'd better tip her well after all those compliments about what a handsome looking couple we make." "You doubt that?" Max squinted and looked at me. "Yeah, we're quite the pair- the incredible hulk and his little woman!" "C'mere my little woman and show your hulk just how incredible you find him." I rolled my eyes in response and turned around. That's when I noticed them. "Twin beds!" I couldn't stop giggling as I jumped on the one that was next to the window. "This one's mine." I announced my claim. He looked around in disbelief. "What the hell?" "I think it's perfect," I said while bouncing on the bed, "I'll at least manage to get some sleep this way." Max sounded irate when he asked, "My snoring keeping you up?" "No, it's your scent." I blurted and immediately covered my mouth with my hands to shut myself from saying any further. Max caught the gesture and jumped on the bed beside me. "My scent, eh?" I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Oh now I HAVE to know." Max grabbed me and started tickling me. "Spill or I won't stop." A few minutes of getting tackled by him and I couldn't take any more of it. "Okay okay. Just stop." "Alright, now spill." "Your scent- it keeps me up at night." "You sayin' I stink?" He appeared puzzled. "Nuh," I groaned. "Your scent keeps me up because I... " "You're mumbling to yourself. I can't understand what you're saying." "I said, that it keeps me up at night because it makes me wanna do stuff... to you." I said meekly. "So, my manly scent keeps you up all night?" Max teased. "Oh shut up!" I hit him on the head with one of the pillows. "So now you know, so go to your bed." "I didn't make you come here with me just to have you sleep in another bed. You'll just have to learn to deal with my pheromones." "Sheesh! I knew I'd regret telling you." He stopped laughing and drew close to me. "Okay, no jokes. Now, tell me what is it exactly?" "I can't explain it." "Well, try." I closed my eyes and tried to find the words to explain the sensations. "It's like I wake up in the night and everything is dark and quiet and I can't really see or hear anything except... except maybe the sound of your breathing, but... I can smell you... And if we've, you know, done it, I can smell us." I took a deep breath imagining I was inhaling that scent now. "And it's so heady, and so palpable that I can only focus on you... No," I shook my head to correct myself, "no, I am aware of nothing but you beside me. And then, I feel overcome by this... this great... umm... craving for you- like I just have to have you inside me and around me, y' know, so it's just you. And this need to... consume you is so great at times it hurts." I was completely focused on my thoughts and rattled them off as they came to me without filtering them in any way. It was only after I was done that I played back in my head all the things I'd said and realised that I'd admitted to Max some things that I hadn't even to myself till then. I chewed on my lip and considered discussing it with him. Instead I got up, walked to the bathroom and locked myself in. I felt we both could use a few minutes to process my ramblings. I saw that there was a bath tub so I put it to use. An hour long soak didn't provide me with any sort of clarity but it did help me relax enough not to feel the need to hide out in the bathroom any more. I finally stepped out of the bathroom only to find Max fast asleep on the twin of the bed I'd claimed for myself. I sighed in relief, grateful to have been spared the awkward discussion. ------------------------------------------------ The following morning I woke up to sunshine, birds chirping and Max arranging breakfast from a service cart onto the little table by the window. He looked at me and smiled- everything felt right in my world again. I told myself everything would be fine if I could just stop trying to analyse my thoughts and feelings as much as I did. We finished our breakfast and headed to Max's old home. Along the way he pointed out spots associated with his childhood and shared some of his anecdotes with me. Evidently, Max had chosen to ignore my musings from the previous night and I saw no reason why I couldn't as well. I listened to Max tell me stories about how little he was and how he hadn't come into his current size until after high school. It was odd for me to think of Max as anything but the great big mountain of a man he was. It was even harder for me to believe the stories about him receiving 'wedgies' and 'noogies'- thankfully he also explained what those unfamiliar terms meant- for being the runt amongst his boyhood friends. We parked in the driveway of his old home. I observed him as he slowly got out of the car and stood watching one of the windows on the top floor of the house. His eyes seemed clouded and his gaze distant like he was observing another scene from another time instead of the one before him. Instinctively I moved to stand beside him and gave his hand a little squeeze. "That used to be her studio," He said in a faraway tone. "I'd come home from school and watch her with her canvases and then I'd call out to her... She would notice me and lean out the window to wave to me. It's been so long since she's gone, but I still expect that if I called out, she'll lean out the window and wave." I realised Max was referring to his mother. He hadn't told me a lot about her but enough to know that Max had loved her dearly and hated his father because he blamed him for her death. He walked into the house with me beside him, we were still holding hands. ------------------------------------------------ We spend the day sorting through the things to check if there was anything Max may need or may want to hold on to. Incredibly he was able to fit the contents of his past into two neat little boxes, everything else was set aside for one of the local charities to come and collect the following day. Most of the rooms in the house had been converted or painted over since the time that Max had last lived there so I had to rely on my imagination and the sparse collection of family photographs to visualise the stories he was sharing with me. Before that day he'd never spoken about his childhood and yet every nook and corner now had a story that just had to be told. It struck me that there's no escaping nostalgia when one goes home. I followed him from room to room listening to his stories; I laughed when he laughed and leaned against him when he'd go quiet and remember his mother. He told me about how his home had been so different from the others because his mother encouraged him to make a mess, whether it was with the paints in her studio, mud in the backyard or food in the kitchen, she encouraged him to have a hands on approach towards anything he did and to be unafraid of creating a mess. I thought about how liberating it would be to live life without fearing any of the messes we're likely to make along the way. By evening we were done with the place; the estate agent was going to come by the next morning with the relevant papers for Max to sign and then we would be free to leave. We drove straight back to the B&B after what must've been an emotionally exhausting day for Max. He was calling for room service as I headed straight to the bathroom to fill the tub. I opened the pack of scented candles I'd spotted the previous night and lit them around the bathroom. Then I went to get Max. "Come on," I dragged him into the bathroom, "get in and have a nice soak." He looked at me very seriously before he asked, "But aren't you afraid that this may mess with my manly scent?" I closed my eyes in embarrassment. "Sheesh!" "What? You didn't think I just forgot all the things you said last night, did you?" He asked in a low tone. "Well, I'd hoped..." "... that I forgot that I can turn a woman to putty by my scent alone? Nuh-uh, not the kinda thing one forgets." He teased. "Shut up and get into the tub before the water goes cold." I moved to leave the bathroom but he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me back. "Join me?" His expression had changed, it was no longer teasing. I've never understood how Max could switch from one emotion to another as rapidly as he did. Without waiting for my response he began to undress me. I waited till he was done and then undressed him. The tub was large but I wasn't sure it would accommodate the two of us. He climbed in and then held his hand out to help me in. I slid down his chest and settled myself between his legs. Max put his arms around me and leaned forward to settle his chin in the crook of my neck. There was something very intimate and comforting about the gesture. "Thank you." He whispered. Something about the way it was said made me wonder what it was he was thanking me for. I'd learnt that reading his expressions was often easier than asking what he meant. Unfortunately there wasn't enough room for me to turn and watch his face. I hugged my knees and rested my chin upon them. He kissed me below the ear lobe and gently ran his hands up and down my back. Eventually his hands reached around to play with my breasts- cupping and squeezing them, to have me purring in no time. I leaned back into him, savouring the tingles as he pulled on one nipple and then the other while his, now hard, cock pressed into my back. He nibbled on my earlobe as one of his hands reached below to tease my clit. He was breathing hard in my ear now and I was no longer feeling relaxed. I needed him. Splashing a great deal of water, I stood up and turned around to face him before I lowered myself again. I finally settled straddling his hips. Max held me by hooking his arms under my shoulder as I grabbed his engorged member and began to lower myself onto it. We both moaned as I began my slow descent down his impressive length. The muscles in my thighs quivered but I refused to be rushed. Finally my butt made contact with his thighs. I looked at Max and ground my hips. Max thrust upwards in response. Because of our position within the confines of the tub he was unable to move more than a couple of inches. I couldn't help but break into a fit of giggles sensing his predicament. In response he held my hips tight and thrust as hard as he could, in the process displacing most of the water from the tub. "Aaah." I moaned. He looked at me smugly. I steadied my body and focused completely on squeezing the walls of my pussy around his cock. I was rewarded with an, "Oh fuck!" It was my turn to pull the smug face. He looked intently at me and then captured my mouth in a kiss while his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me down harder on his cock. This time we both groaned. I began to slowly raise and lower myself on his cock, enjoying the sensation of my nipples rubbing against his wet chest. Max kept staring into my eyes, but he wasn't just looking at me but rather into me. You're analysing again. I closed my eyes and just gave in to the sensations but Max would have none of that it would seem. He pulled my face close to him and insisted, "Look at me, Nayana." I opened my eyes. "I want you to look at me while you fuck me. I want you to see who it is you are fucking." I didn't understand what he meant by his words but I did what he asked. I looked into his eyes as I raised and lowered myself faster and faster. The intensity of his stare seemed to propel the motion of my hips. I was ready to come; I was just waiting for him now. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me to him as his penis convulsed and shot its load inside me. The sensation of his come splashing over my inner walls always resulted in prolonging my own orgasm. I keened and ground my hips down allowing my pussy to milk his cock of every drop of come. Max collapsed against the tub, hugging me close to his chest. Complicated Ch. 09-10 Chapter 9 The next day we set out early to finish our dealing with the sales agent. We figured if we managed to wrap up things quickly enough we could head back to the city the same day and use the last vacation day to do something fun. Unfortunately the estate agent got delayed and it was noon by the time we were finally able to leave Max's hometown, Shelby. I was pretty sure he was never going to return to that place ever again- he had no reason to anymore- and yet, I was a little surprised that he didn't turn around to look back even once, not even when he pulled out of the driveway of his old home for one last and final time. Traffic crawled at a snail's pace on our drive back and it was past midnight when we finally reached the city. Max was wiped out by the time we finally reached his place. I wanted to take a cab back to my apartment but he refused to let me leave alone that late and insisted that I spend the night at his. "You already have your bag with you." Was the reason he offered, for why I should stay the night. I woke up the next morning cocooned in Max's arms, feeling wonderful. It was early, too early for him to be awake yet. I thought I could go to my apartment, water my plants and return with a change of clothes before Max awoke. ----------------------------------------- After spending three days with Max, returning to my apartment all alone felt weird. You miss him. That didn't make any sense because it was barely an hour ago that I had woken up beside him. I watered my plants, showered and changed. I packed a small bag of essentials and headed back to Max's place. When I rang the buzzer to be allowed into his building he sounded sleepy and confused about how I came to be outside instead of in his bed. I entered his apartment to be immediately I confronted, "You left, without saying anything." "But I'm back now."I said. "That's not the point. You left." "Just to clean up and..." "Move in with me." "What?" "You heard me." "I did... What did you mean?" "Just, what it sounded like." "I can't just move in." "Why?" "Because." "... because?" "Just because." "Is there someone else you'd rather be with?" "No." I said without any hesitation. "Don't you like being with me?" "No. I mean yes. Yes, I do." "So, what's the problem?" "It's complicated." "What is?" "This is." I said pointing to the vacant space between us. "I don't understand." "Me neither." "Nayana," he cooed in a soothing tone, "we already spend so much time together. We have fun together. Having you live here will just be so much more convenient." You're convenient. The word bothered me more than it should have. "You don't have to decide now. Just think about it, ok?" I nodded mutely. -------------------------------------------- We tried ignoring the elephant in the room but by the time we finished lunch Max couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, just spill whatever it is you've got running around in your head." "I can't move in with you." I whispered. "Why?" I didn't answer, so he drew me to him and pulled me to sit in his lap. "Nayana, why don't you want to move in with me?" "Because that would complicate things." I said softly. "Complicate things? How?" I looked at his face and his questioning blue eyes and considered telling him that he was not my type that he was not Indian, that he was younger than me, that we had nothing in common but physical chemistry. I considered telling him that moving in was a bad idea because he was still on the rebound and I couldn't invest any more of myself in this non-relationship. I thought about telling him how I had missed him after being away from him for only an hour and how much it affected me when he was affectionate towards me. I was in over my heels and unfortunately unlike him I had not been trained to be fearless of messy situations. I did the only thing that made the most sense for my well being, I stood up, gathered my stuff and walked out. Max ran after me. He was saying something but I wasn't listening. My mind was building a fortress around me and was securing my safety- Max was the perceived threat that needed to be kept out. Chapter 10 I stopped answering Max's calls. I called Kylie and gave her some bullshit excuse about my apartment being too noisy because my neighbours were renovating and checked if it was okay for me to stay at her place for a few weeks till they finished. Kylie is smart so I'm sure she must've known that I was lying but she's also a really good friend, so she didn't turn me away. A few days later I came clean with her. Thankfully she understood and approved of my course of action. I caught a big break during my two week stay with Kylie. After months of hard work my boss had finally acknowledged my contributions and signed-off on my promotion. The bump in my pay meant that I could finally look for an apartment in a nicer and safer building than my current one. Throughout my stay with Kylie and the weeks that followed my friends made sure that I had dates lined up for every night I was free. I was a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of eligible Indian men that had suddenly cropped up in the city. When I finally moved to my apartment I was grateful to Kylie for having visited the place before me to remove any reminders of a certain someone. I had briefly mused over whether there had been messages on the answering machine or notes under the door and then laughed at my own silliness. With the passage of time I came to realise that with determination and a li'l help from my friends it wasn't that hard to purge a person from my life. Of course sometimes in the nights when I lay in bed and touched myself, the annoying voice in my head would tell me that I wished it was someone else touching me. Fortunately, I had gotten really good at ignoring that annoying voice. --------------------------------------------- "Dinner at Nomad bitches!" Kylie said yelling at me and Saira. We were discussing her plans for her 33rd birthday the following week. My stomach did a flip at the mention of Nomad. "Wow! I knew you were doing well just didn't realise you were doing that well." Saira said clapping excitedly. "Nothin' bu de best fer ma grrls," Kylie replied. It had been two months. I'd finally moved on I believed; I didn't see the point of ruining Kylie's day just to avoid the risk of bumping into Max. Besides, I told myself chefs worked in the kitchens and not in the restaurant. ----------------------------------------- I was nervous, and ended up changing my clothes three times before I noticed the time and that I was late. I reached Nomad just as my friends were seated at their table. "Wow! Whose heart are you planning to break tonight?" Eloise commented on my choice of outfit. "Everyone's if I can help it." I replied with a wink sliding into the seat saved for me. "Hey, you're not supposed to upstage the birthday girl." Kylie said faking outrage. "No sweetie, you're not supposed to upstage the bride. And I swear when you get married," I said with my hand over my chest, "I'll wear the ugliest bridesmaid dress you can find." We were soon laughing and poring over the menus deciding on what to order. Kylie had warned us that we were not supposed to touch the drinks menu. "I'm doing well, just not that well yet," was how she had put it. During the course of the dinner the restaurant staff had discovered that it was Kylie's birthday and helped us celebrate by getting us one of the most decadent chocolate cakes that left us oohing and aahing in ecstasy. Kylie decided that she had to pay her compliments to the chef. My heart sank and I also felt a little anger at Kylie's callous attitude till I remembered that I'd very likely never told her that a certain someone worked here. As I watched the Maître D disappear into the kitchen I considered my options at that point: ducking to the Ladies or ducking under the table to look for a spoon or a fork I had hopefully dropped during the course of my meal. I decided to just remain seated and brave whatever would come next. The Maître D returned with Max to our table. If he had noticed me, he certainly didn't show it. "Ladies, let me introduce you to our Chef Williamson." "Ladies," he nodded in greeting to everyone at the table. All the women looked at him while I looked at the tablecloth. "Chef, we wanted to pay you our compliments for a truly exquisite meal." Kylie said. "You really helped make my birthday extra special with that gorgeous cake." "So you're the birthday girl? Well, I'm glad we were able to enhance your birthday celebrations." "You know you look very familiar," said Tara. "Yeah, I was thinking the same." Kylie and Saira piped in. "Wait, you're that guy from the club," Eloise said almost jumping up in her seat. "Surely you recognise him, Nayana." I was absolutely mortified, there I was trying to blend into the background and not draw any attention to myself and suddenly everyone at the table was staring at me. I finally looked up at him. "Err, hi Max." I said awkwardly. He nodded, "Hello. It's been a while." "Yes, yes it has." I was back to staring at the table cloth; I couldn't bear to look into those blue eyes. "Everything good, I presume?" "Yes, yes. Thank you for asking." I kept nodding idiotically. "And you?" This time I looked up, genuinely curious about his response. "Good," he replied expressionlessly. "It was good seeing you." He turned to the rest of the group "Ladies, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening." And with that he took his leave of us. I sat there for a few minutes feeling numb. I couldn't believe how cold and indifferent he had seemed. This was exactly why I'd left, because I suspected that I mattered far lesser to Max than he did to me. So why was it that instead of feeling satisfaction at knowing that I did the right thing by taking a step back when I did, was I feeling absolutely gutted instead? Because you hoped you were wrong. "Oh, just shut up." I yelled out loud and walked out of the restaurant and on the street. I was upset and kept walking down the street trying to tune out my feelings. I don't think I realised I was crying till my vision got a bit blurry from the tears. I could hear my phone buzzing- my friends I guessed- but I wasn't ready to deal with anyone else as yet. After some time, walking on the cobbled pavement in my heels took its toll on my feet. So I finally stopped and took a cab home. ---------------------------------------------- I got out of the elevator with my keys in my hand and was greeted by a familiar sight. Max! I chewed on the bottom of my lower lip. I couldn't make out his expression. He didn't approach me or say anything. He didn't even move, just stood there as if waiting for me to make a move. I walked up to my door, unlocked it, stepped in and held the door open for him. He silently followed me in. I inhaled deeply and shut the door. The next few minutes were a blur because I was still a little disoriented from my cry in the street and everything that happened next felt like a blur. ------------------------------------------- "You left me." His words were measured and his face was contorted in pain or was it rage? I wasn't certain at the time. "Why?" The tears returned again. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" He slammed me hard against the wall. I didn't think that he even realised he was hurting me. He was just so mad. "Answer me!" "Max please, I said I'm sorry."I whimpered. "Baby..." "Don't." "Max, please." ... "No, it ends now." ... ----------------------------------------------- Max had taken me against my will and ejaculated while inside me even though we had used no protection. I was unable to hold back the tears as I felt his cock jerk and spasm while it filled me with its warm release. My body crumpled in defeat unable to hold myself any longer. I felt one of Max's hands hold me in place while the other ran soothingly along my side. "Ssshhhh, ssshhhhh," he cooed against my neck. "It's all going to be okay now." That's when I understood that this was what he wanted. I turned my head slightly to try and face him and for the first time he didn't try to stop me. I looked into his eyes and saw he was relaxed and calm. His eyes clear. This didn't look like the face of a man who had just raped a woman. There was no guilt or regret or remorse on his face. He looked like a man who had done what needed to be done. Max put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up to him. He looked me straight in the eye and then ever so gently kissed me. I thought of everything that had happened and I kissed him back. "Why did you wait so long to come for me?" "I wanted to give you some time to realise some things for yourself. I had hoped you would come to me." "So, why now?" "Because I grew tired of waiting and when I saw you today I couldn't stay away anymore. I couldn't stand to be miserable just because you're too dense to realise that you're in love with me." "You knew?" "Yes." "And you're okay with this?" He nodded. "This is real?" "It has always been real, Nayana. At least for me it has." "So, it's not just about the sex?" "I'll admit I'm a kinky asshole, so it is a LOT about the sex. But, no, it's NOT just about the sex. I need you in my life to be happy. I love you Nayana and I have loved you for a long time now." Straightening myself I spoke, "Max?" "Yes?" "If you want me to move in tonight you'll have to give me a hand with packing my clothes." ---------------------------------------------- It ended up taking us a whole week before I was finally able to move in with Max. We celebrated our moving in with a lot of kinky sex. I don't know how either of us managed to hold on to our jobs considering all the time we spend having sex like bunnies. My friends were confused about our relationship because he was nothing like the men I'd previously been with but when they spend time with us they saw that as different as we were individually, together we just worked. Kylie was especially pleased with how things turned out as she credited herself with playing cupid in my life- turned out that she had deliberately picked Nomad for her birthday celebrations in the hope that I would be forced to confront my feelings if I saw Max again. Miraculously I didn't get pregnant from those first few days of wild makeup sex and Max finally agreed to me going back on birth control when he was convinced that I wasn't going to leave him and that we could afford to wait a while before we started our family. Speaking of family I realised that I would have to take Max home soon to introduce him to mine. I was nervous about how they would react on learning that I was living in sin with a white man who was younger than me. We decided that the next vacation the two of us would take would be to India. But that's another story.