The Game

Replys for my reviewers:

meadows->Thank you for complimenting the short fight scene...I really tried to add more action to this drama. I promise to make the next fight more detailed (if I add another one). Also, I never name the female character because she's part me and (hopefully) part of the reader so that they can feel that they are part of the story.

KPRESS->Watch out for what you wish for...you may just get it!

To all of my other readers who are enjoying this piece->I would also love to hear from you too! Let me know you're out there...even if you hate it.
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Elton brought me home; he tried to convince me that he should stay over night to be sure that I was okay. I sent him home straight away…I just wasn’t ready to deal with the idea that he wanted to become my fiancé. I found an old prescription of painkillers in the medicine chest; I took two and crawled into bed. I was so emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted that I fell into a dreamless sleep fairly quickly.

When I awoke the next day, I decided to cut school totally. The bruises and scratches on my face and neck had gotten bad overnight and I wasn’t ready to explain anything to anyone. I drew myself a hot bath and, after I grabbed the bedroom extension, I stripped naked and crawled into the tub. The hot water helped to soothe the ache in my lower back but my heart hurt. I always thought of myself as an independent woman but I wondered what had happened to me. I knew I had been in relationships that would make any normal person cringe. Were the people who knew me right: did I really need the drama in my life to feel alive? I examined my relationship with Elton first.

He and I were friends not just because of our parents. We had similar situations regarding our ethnic background but could it be enough to base a partnership from? I enjoyed being with him: he was intelligent, good looking and always knew what to say to make me laugh. We shared similar tastes in music, movies, books and foods. But, I just did not know if I loved him.

Col, on the other hand, possessed similar qualities to Elton. The major difference lay in how I responded to him on a physical level. Sex was great and exciting; I felt so alive when we fucked. But, was that all there was to us? Was that love? I splashed some water on my face and pleaded for some sign from above regarding what I should do. No sooner than the thought had crossed my mind, the phone rang. I flinched at the sound before I dried my hands off and grabbed the phone. I punched the connect button and spoke; “Yeah?”

“Hey, it’s me, Col. I’m glad I caught you at home. I know I was a total ass last night but can I get you to do me a favor?”

I closed my eyes and sighed through my nose; “That depends…what do you want?”

“Could you please come pick me up from the police station? My car got left behind after they arrested me last night and I have no way to get home. That and I really need to talk to you. I have a lot of things to tell you; first, that I’m sorry for acting like such a prick.”

“When did you want to talk?” I asked as I slowly moved to pull the plug on the drain. I stood and reached for a towel to dry off with. I awkwardly held the phone to my ear as I started to towel myself off.

“Today, if possible. Look, you can tell me to go take a flying fuck; I deserve it. But, I need to clear things up between us.”

I carefully stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around my body. Well, I had asked for a sign. I moved to the bedroom and pulled clean clothes out of the drawers and from the closet; “Yeah, I guess I can come get you. I need to get dressed.”

Silence flooded from the other end; “Am I interrupting something?” he asked in a neutral tone of voice. I jerked in response and I felt my lower back twinge in protest. I hissed between my teeth before I responded.

“Yeah…I was soaking in a hot bath. I got slammed into the jukebox during the fight last night and re-aggravated an old injury from a car accident I had a couple of years ago. Just what in the hell are you insinuating…that I’m currently fucking someone right now as we speak? Oh please…”

He spoke quickly, “I’m sorry…that was totally out of line. I just wondered if you and…that other guy were still together.”

“His name is Elton and, for your information, I sent him home last night after we left the police station. Look, do you want me to come get you or do you just want to really piss me off?” I said coldly.

He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry…please come and get me.”

“Fine, I need twenty minutes. Be outside waiting or I’ll leave you behind. Too many people there know me. I used to date the head cop that threw your ass in jail and I’m really not in the mood to deal with his crap and yours today.” I hung up the phone and got dressed. I grabbed my purse and keys on my way out to the car. I left the house and locked the front door. I pulled out of the driveway and stopped once to buy a cup of coffee before I headed over to the police station.

Col was waiting for me out front, as I had requested. I pulled up to him and he climbed into the car. I drove him over to the bar and he got his car. He followed me back to my house and parked directly behind me. We moved to my front door and went inside after I had unlocked it. I threw my purse and keys back on to the coffee table before I headed to the back porch. I grabbed my cigarettes and lit one before I moved to the porch swing. I gingerly sat down and smoked without speaking a word. Col had followed me silently and sat at the patio table. The only sounds in the backyard were the wind chimes and the water flowing in the garden pond. I felt the tension as it increased but made no move to be the first to break the silence. Finally, Col cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Thanks for picking me up. I know that you didn’t have to do that for me.” I shrugged my shoulders and just stared at him. He gestured towards my cigarettes and I nodded for him to go and help himself. He lit one and exhaled before he spoke once more.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between us. After what happened over the weekend, I thought things were going as planned. We were playing the game and I wondered why you did what you did. So, I started asking around campus about you and everyone I talked to said to go and ask to Ken.”

“I know you talked to Ken,” I snapped. “I saw the two of you acting like buds out on the Quad, remember?”

He held up one hand; “Look, let me finish what I have to say before you rip me to shreds. Ken told me that he was Wolf Boy and that he had seen the entire scenario. I started to feel threatened, like the whole thing was just a set up. But, he set me straight about his involvement. Do you have any idea of what an amazing person you are? Ken told me some things about your past and I asked him a couple of questions.”

I huffed a reply, “Yeah, I know that too. Ken told me about what you had asked. But, if you really wanted to know, why not just come and ask me?”

“Would you have answered me or would you have changed the subject because you were uncomfortable? Ken told me that you have a tendency to do that when you feel cornered. Hell, I’ve seen you do that before myself.”

I raised an eyebrow in response. “I guess you’ll never know because you’re an arrogant ass that just assumed…”

“See? This is what I’m talking about. Why can’t you just answer me, for a change?” he half-shouted. I flinched and winced as my back flared up once more.

I stood as quickly as I could and moved back inside the house. I heard Col get up from his seat as I headed for the bathroom. I pulled the old prescription out and fumbled with the bottle as I tried to open it. A hand reached from behind me and snatched it from my hands. I turned to face Col when he uttered an irritated scoff.

“I hope you haven’t taken too many of these…they’re expired,” he said as he moved to the toilet. He opened the bottle, dumped the pills and pushed the handle to flush them away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back into the bedroom. He steered me towards the bed.

“Strip…I want to see your back,” he ordered.

“Like hell I will…you don’t own me.” I shouted as I left the room. Angrily, I stomped into the kitchen and tried to find something to eat. Col must have followed me because he clutched my shoulders before he spun me around to face him. He held me in place as he examined my face and neck. He then lifted my hands and looked at the scabs on my knuckles. Gingerly, he ran a finger across the damaged skin before he softly kissed each battered and bruised digit. I gasped as his warm breath wafted across my skin. I closed my eyes as he dropped my hands and ran his fingers through my hair. Without a conscious thought, my arms slid around his back and pulled his body closer to mine. I tilted my head up and paused with bated breath. I felt his lips as they gently brushed mine in a shy kiss.

I sighed and pulled away from the soft kisses. I dropped my head and stared at the floor. “I should hate you for making me feel so…” I hesitated.

“So what? Desirable? Beautiful?”

“Vulnerable…you make me feel so vulnerable and confused.”

He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. “Then, stop trying to overanalyze what’s happening and accept the fact that I want you. I have always wanted you and I always will.”

“But, you don’t understand…it’s difficult.”

“Then, help me understand. Just tell me what you want me to know and we can take things from there.”

I pulled away from our embrace and turned my back towards him. “Did you know that I felt like a misfit when I was growing up? You know that I’m the oldest of three children, right? Well, I felt like I always had to compete with my younger sister. She was little Miss Popular and I hated her for that. And, to make matters worse, I hated myself for feeling like I did.

“When I finally graduated high school, I moved out of my parents’ home and lived with the first man I met who had no idea who my sister was. When the relationship first began, I felt special. But, as time passed, I discovered that he was an abusive alcoholic. He used to beat me so badly and it wasn’t long before I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. It took a trip to the hospital before I really understood that, if I continued to stay with him, he would hurt me much worse or kill me. So, I packed my things and left him. My parents understood why I had done it and they even sent me to my grandparents in Japan so that I could get my head back together. When I returned stateside, my family helped me buy the house I’m living in right now. But, I never healed on an emotional level.

“I have had relationships that would drive any normal chick to a therapist. Alcoholics, control freaks and generally bad guys came and went in my life. I developed a love/hate attitude towards men and commitments in general. I think Johnny Boy described it best: I act like I have a chip on my shoulder and I dare any man to knock it off. I have friends within a circle but there is another circle inside that one that no one is allowed in. Now, you’re in my life and I have no idea where you should be or how far I should let you in. Hell, I don’t even know how I feel about you. Plus, there’s this whole thing with Elton.”

He turned me so that I faced him once more. He gently pulled me into his arms and simply held me. I breathed in the scent of his sandalwood cologne and buried my nose into his shirt. I felt as he rubbed my lower back and the ache there started to ease. I tilted my face up, slightly, towards his and he lowered his lips on to mine once more. Warmth spread from my belly towards my toes; but a majority of it pooled between my thighs. My mind clamored for me to stop and think about what could possibly happen if this was allowed to continue. I chose to ignore my mind and allowed my body to take over.

I wilted slightly within his embrace and opened my lips so that he could deepen the kiss. I felt his tongue gently caress the tip of mine before he became more demanding. Our lips locked together and an eternity seemed to pass before we broke apart for air. He scooped me into his arms and he carried me back into the bedroom.

He gently placed me in the center of the bed before he covered my body with his. He rained kisses across my chin, cheeks and closed eyelids. I felt his fingers move as they unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my heated skin to the cool air. I did the same to him and our bodies flushed hotter as skin lay upon skin. His fingers wandered further down and reached the tops of my denim Capri pants. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them to expose my cotton boy briefs. The tips of his fingers moved under the waistband and tangled themselves within the curls at the vee of my thighs. I pushed him off of me and sat up to strip my clothes off completely; he stripped as well. We soon lay naked next to each other as we continued to kiss and caress each other. I arched my back when I felt his finger dip between my legs to find the pearl hidden between the nether lips. I groaned in pain as my lower back reminded me of the abuse from the night before.

“Roll over…let me see your back,” he whispered before he helped me roll on to my stomach. He hissed when he saw my lower back. He moved lower and said softly, “You have a huge bruise that reaches from here…” he kissed one side and moved to kiss the other side. “To here.” I moaned quietly. He started at the base of my spine and kissed his way up to the nape of my neck. He nipped my shoulder before he started back down to where he has started kissing me. He traced the line of kisses with the tips of his fingers and my skin broke out in a rash goose bumps. My legs had spread apart and he nestled one hand between them. His fingers went unerringly to the heated center and slowly thrust themselves inside of my core. I writhed in pleasure and silently demanded deeper penetration.

He carefully pulled me on to my knees and positioned himself between my legs. I felt the engorged tip of his penis wedge itself at the entrance to my body. He pushed forward slowly, as if to savor the delicious heat and friction. When he hit bottom, he unhurriedly pulled out and paused for a moment. His thrusts were controlled and I had become frustrated with his gentle fucking. When he pulled back once more, I pushed backwards and impaled myself on him to the hilt. The ferocity of the thrust caused my lower back to seize in pain and I cried out. He grabbed my hips and stopped me from moving.

“Greedy wench…do you want me so badly that you’d cause yourself a huge amount of unnecessary pain?” he asked as he pulled out completely. I whimpered at the loss. He pushed me over on to my side until I was lying on my back once more. He bent my legs at the knees and spread them open. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back into the prone position. He positioned himself flat on his stomach and between my thighs. His head dipped down and he softly suckled my clit and licked the juices from my nether lips. I writhed once more but from pleasure rather than pain. As he deliberately nibbled and licked, he thrust three fingers into my willing heat. I felt his fingers curl up inside me and I shuddered at the intense sensation of pleasure. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first, in and out of my body. The pressure of my orgasm started to build as the thrusts moved harder and faster. I moved closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss and I finally exploded with a gush of liquid heat. He captured every drop and savored it like a fine wine. He lifted his head and licked his lips before he smiled at me.

“Is my Goddess pleased?” I nodded as I reached down to pull him into an embrace. I grasped his chin and dragged him into a soul-searing kiss. I tasted my juices in his mouth and knew that I was not satisfied. I rolled him over and underneath me. I held his arms above his head and pinned his wrists to the bed. I positioned myself above his erection and lowered myself completely on to it. I gasped at the depth; it was even deeper than he had ever gone before. I started to rock back and forth; my erect nipples grazed his chest. I released his arms and sat up. His hands moved to my waist and helped me ride until I could feel another orgasm pulse deep within my core.

“Help me…I’m almost there,” I panted. I pumped faster and harder. The building pressure overwhelmed me and I wailed as the second orgasm collided with my senses. I collapsed on to his chest and he caressed my back. We changed positions once more.

He grabbed a pillow and wedged it under my lower back to help support me before moving between my legs once more. He pulled my legs up so that my calves were over his shoulders. He placed his cock once more at the entrance of my feminine heat and plunged himself in deep. I thrust my hips up so the angle of his penetration intensified. He pounded himself into me as hard as he could manage. Occasionally, he would nip at one of my calves or ankles. I felt as the sweat dripped from his face on to my belly and I tried desperately not to lose my grip on his hips. His actions became more frantic as we rushed to completion together. My back arched and I screamed as I came one final time. My inner muscles pulsed around his prick and milked him completely when he came as well. My legs slid from his shoulders and curled around his lower back to keep him sheathed. He fell forward and rested his head against my heaving breasts as we both gasped for air. He finally managed to untangle himself and he moved to lie next to me on the bed.

“Did I hurt you, my Goddess? I tried to be gentle but you wouldn’t give me the chance.”

I stretched carefully and tried to gauge the amount of pain from my lower back. It seemed to be at a tolerable level. I relaxed and curled up on my side as I drew small circles on Col’s stomach. He kissed the top of my head and we lie there and cuddled for a long time. Before too long, my stomach growled and reminded me that I had not eaten yet. I jumped up from the bed and moved to the bathroom to heat the water in the shower. Col followed and swatted my ass.

“What have I told you about meals? I owe you a spanking, for not eating, when your back has healed. After we are done in here, we’re getting dressed and going out for breakfast…uh, lunch.”

I giggled and dove for the shower. Col came in behind me and we scrubbed each other down and quickly rinsed before the water became too cold. We toweled each other dry and dressed. Soon after that, we left my house to track down a meal and to continue our discussion.
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A/N: I'm currently at crossroads with this piece. Let's say that this story can go one of three possible directions. Today's poll question: does our heroine go with bad-boy Col, the safe-boy Elton or possibly (gasp!) neither? I have a few more chapters planned before she has to make a decision or have one made for her. Read, review and vote! All submitted suggestions will be given due consideration.