Trying New Things 2

Lena went around to Jake’s, and walked past him, into his hallway, and then into his kitchen. He followed her. She stopped and turned around.

“This is an old dress,” she said. “So I don’t care if it gets crumpled or torn or stained. I don’t care about mud and grass on it. And you can rip if off me if you need to.”

“Okay,” he said. “Um, why?”

“Because it’s easier to fuck me with my clothes off. Obviously.”

“Right. But why grass stains?”

“In case we end up outside,” she said.

“Outside?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. And why ripping things off?”

“Because it might be fun if you do.”

He nodded, as if that made perfect sense.

“Any more stupid questions?” she said.

“Not really.”

“Good,” she said, and reached up under the dress, and pulled her underwear off. She put them down on his kitchen table. “No undies,” she said. “To make it easier for you.”

She pointed to her shoes. “Heels. Unsteady ones. So I can’t run.”

“Okay. And…?”

“See if you can stop me getting back to my car.”

Jake looked at her.

“Seriously. Try and catch me, and fuck me before I get to my car. Because if you don’t catch me, you’re not getting any all week.”

Jake didn’t seem to know what to say.

“Oh yeah,” she said, grinning. “New thing. Maybe I should have said at the start.”

“Maybe.”

“Well, I just wanted to try this, like you chasing me around, so can we? Please?”

“Sure. I mean, if you like.”

“You don’t mind?”

He shrugged. “Do you?” he said. “The being caught?”

“It’s kind of the idea.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Um, how rough is it okay to be?”

“As rough as you like.”

“Seriously?”

“Pretty rough,” Lena said. “Seriously. I’ll try and get away. I mean, no punching and biting, but I’ll hit you and shove and try and get free.”

Jake nodded, but he didn’t seem sure.

“I want you to hold me down,” she said. “That’s fine. That’s the idea.”

“But still… what if we get carried away? What if you get hurt?”

Lena grinned. “Why me? What if you do?”

“Exactly,” Jake said, grinning back.

“Um,” Lena said. “Say, rough like what would be okay in a rugby game. Like that. Throw me on the ground is fine. Hold me down his fine. Don’t actually hit me.”

Jake nodded.

“And tearing my clothes off too, of course. That’s really fine.”

“Which they don’t usually do in rugby.”

Lena smiled. “Yep, suppose not.”

“Okay,” he said. “All right. If you want to, we can try this.”

“And you heard the part that makes it interesting, right?” Lena said. “The incentive part? All week we’re only having sex like this. So if you don’t catch me….”

“I heard.” He seemed to be thinking. “But what about you?”

“Um, I’ll be having sex too.”

“Not if you get away.”

She smiled some more. “I’ll just fuck someone else, dickhead.”

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, of course.”

“Like you mate Susie. Maybe.”

“Fair enough.”

“So are we doing this?” Lena said.

Jake shrugged.

“Now?” Lena said.

“Yeah,” he said. “So what, one of us just says go?”

“Ah, yeah, I suppose…” she looked at him. “Go.”

She started to run, thinking she’d been clever, but Jake seemed to have been ready for her. She hadn’t expected him to move as quickly as he did. He grabbed her wrist, and yanked her towards him so she was startled, and off-balance, and starting to fall. She shrieked as she went, without meaning to, thinking she was actually going to topple over onto the floor. She was a little embarrassed by that, but he caught her before she fell. She bumped into his chest.

While she was still thinking about that, and what to do next, he turned her around, so his arm was around her, holding her. And so she stumbled again as her heels turned underneath her, and her feet crossed over. She was off-balance again, and still couldn’t run away. He caught her other wrist, caught it easily because she wasn’t thinking about keeping it away from him. He pulled it around behind her back, and then pushed her face-down onto the kitchen counter, like a cop arresting someone against a car. He pushed her down hard, and then held her there, and she suddenly realized she couldn’t actually do much. Not without doing something really nasty like standing on his feet with her heels. His hands were big enough he could hold both her wrists in one of hand. He was big enough he could pin her against the front of the counter with his weight. She tried to tug her arm free, but couldn’t. She tried to wriggle free, but was stuck. She was surprised how strong he was. She’d never had any reason to find out before, she supposed. She knew he could pick her up quite easily, but she’d never thought about that very much. He was probably only the normal amount of strongness, she thought, but that was still a lot stronger than her.

“Oh,” she said. “Um…”

It was too late.

He pulled her dress up, because he was holding her with only one hand now. He pulled up her dress, roughly, so her hips and ass were bare as she lay there, and then he stood close against her so she was stuck between the counter and him. He was pressing against her, pushing her into the counter edge, so she knew she was stuck. He was holding her, and seemed quite proud of himself as he did.

She supposed it made him feel all manly, that he’d caught her so easily.

“Okay smartass,” she said. “Fine.”

He didn’t answer.

“You win,” she said. “But can we start over? I wasn’t really ready.”

She heard a zipper, and cloth rustling, and felt his cock against her leg. He pressed his fingers against her pussy, and they went inside. She was already wet from planning this, and thinking about it. She was very wet, and sighed as he touched her.

“You’re really going to just fuck me?” she said anyway, trying to sound annoyed. She wasn’t sure she did.

“You told me to.”

“I know…” she said. “But…”

He slid his cock her. She was startled, hadn’t expected it quite that quickly. He went inside her, hard and hot, and she pushed back against him, and moaned, and didn’t care about thinking any more. She moved her arms, feeling herself trapped and held. She felt him inside her, and wanted more.

“Um,” she said, dazedly. “But…”

She lay there, and he fucked her. He didn’t seem to worrying very much about her. He fucked her, fast, not bothering to touch her clit. She supposed he couldn’t since he was holding her down. He pushed into her, and came, far quickly than usual, and then let go of her arm and stepped back.

She kept lying where she was, her ass bare, feeling him wet inside her, starting to slip out. She didn’t want to stop, yet. She couldn’t quite believe he was just going to leave her like this.

“What about me?” she said, after a moment.

“What about you?”

“I don’t get to come? You’re just going to…?”

He didn’t answer, so she supposed he was.

“Oh,” she said. “Fuck, that’s kind of rude.”

“Part of the game, I’d have thought.”

“I suppose,” she said.

She felt him moving behind her, and suddenly realized he was wiping his cock on her dress.

“Hey,” she said, even though it was quite sexy, in a sordid and thoughtless kind of way.

Then she heard his zipper. He’d done himself up. She stood up, and turned around. She looked down her back, and saw stains on the side of her dress.

She looked at him for a moment, trying to decide whether to be angry. She was fairly sure he could tell that from her face.

“It was your game,” he said, a little defensively.

“Yep, I know.”

“Tomorrow’s another day,” he said. “You can try again.”

“Know that too.”

He was looking at her, like he wasn’t sure how she felt.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Don’t look so worried.”

He seemed relieved.

“Seriously,” she said. “It was fun. Maybe not quite what I’d expected, but fun, so yeah…”

“You’re actually going to wait until tomorrow?” he said. “Not just…”

“Go and get myself off in the bathroom now?”

He nodded.

She was tempted, and almost did, then she decided she ought to stick to her own rules, just to make it fun.

She grinned, and kissed him. “Nope,” she said. “I’ll be good. But tomorrow isn’t going to be that easy.”

He just grinned, smugly, like he thought it would be.

 

*

 

The next day, after work, Lena went around to Jake’s, and got changed into the dress, and wandered into the kitchen while Jake was cooking them dinner.

“Again?” he said.

“I told you. Every day.”

“Just a sec,” he said. “I just need to sort this out…”

She nodded, and started to lean on the counter. She wasn’t really paying attention to him because he looked like he was concentrating on what he was cooking. He did something to the stove, and then reached towards her, reaching past her for something, she’d thought, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist. And her hair.

He grabbed her hair, and pushed her down onto the counter again, holding it firmly enough she didn’t really want to tug her head away.

“I’m impressed,” she said. “You sneaky fucker.”

“Lift the dress up.”

“Um, no. You lift the dress up. See how you go with your third hand you need.”

He pulled on her hair instead, hard enough it was a warning.

“Ow,” she said. “Okay, or do that.”

“Lift it up.”

She lifted her dress up so her ass was bare.

“Unzip me,” he said.

She sighed, and did that too. She wasn’t nearly as good at this as she’d hoped.

“Put me in.”

He seemed to be getting into his manly man persona, she thought. She reached back, and found his cock, and guided into herself. She shivered as he went in, feeling herself all wet and needy. Once he was inside, she left her hand there, half-hoping to press herself against it and come.

He pushed her hand away.

“Hey,” she said.

“No cheating. Did you?”

“Did I what?”

She was a little dazed with pleasure, and he was sounding breathless already.

“Get yourself off.”

“Nope,” she said. “Of course not.”

“Good,” he said, and fucked her, and she lay there and felt him. “I take it I don’t get to come,” she said,

“Well, I’m not going out my way to help you.”

“Asshole,” she said.

“Yep,” he said, and pushed into her a few more times, and came.

She lay on the counter, a little breathless. She must be breathless from excitement, since she’d hardly done any exercise.

“I like the hair pulling, by the way,” she said. “We should do that more.”

“On you,” Jake said. “Sure.”

“Can I get up?”

“Why makes you think I’m finished?”

“Oh,” she said. “Aren’t you?”

He started moving again, still aroused enough he could fuck himself hard inside her, apparently.

After a while, she said, “I still don’t get to right?”

“Probably not, no.”

The second time he took longer, because she was slipperier inside, she supposed. It was nice, what they were doing. It was fun, and she quite like being held down, and he felt pleasant enough inside her, but he was frustratingly good at staying away from her clit and not letting her get off.

She tried pressing herself against the edge of the bench, hoping that might help, but it wasn’t enough, or the right angle, and she wasn’t able to move much, the way he was holding her down.

He finished again, and let go of her, and went back to cooking. She stood up, and realized he’d turned the stove off before he started.

“You’re a bit worryingly good at this,” she said.

He grinned and kissed her.

“Tomorrow,” she said, and went to clean herself up.

 

*

 

The third day Lena went and put on the dress on Jake’s bedroom, then called out, “Hey, come in here.”

He did, and she said, “Hey, um, do you want to just have sex first? Before we do the thing?”

“If you don’t get to come, sure.”

“Why not?” she said, surprised. “That isn’t fair.”

“You made up these rules.”

“I suppose,” she said. She sighed. “I could blow you or something I guess.”

“What, to slow me down?”

She shrugged. “Want to or not?”

He grinned, and nodded.

“Lie on the bed,” she said.

He did, and she pushed him backwards, then stood up on it, so he was looking up her dress. She had bare feet, because she was sick of giving him an unnecessary advantage.

“You like?” she said.

“You know I do.”

“You really like?” she said, and did a little dance.

“I like.”

“I’m glad.” She kept dancing, kept smiling down at him. “Hey,” she said. “I forgot. I was meaning to tell you this thing that… Go.”

He grabbed her ankle as she moved, and pulled her over. She landed on him, on the bed, and he rolled over on top of her.

“Ow,” she said. “Fuck.”

He turned her over onto her face.

“My elbow’s hurt,” she said.

He let go of her, and she tried to get up and run. He must have expected it. He grabbed her and pushed her down again.

“Is it really hurt?” he said.

“Um, it is now.”

“Really?”

“No.”

A little later, slightly breathless, she said, “Ow, my pussy.”

“You don’t mean that, do you?” he said.

“Um, no.”

Later still, she said, irritated, “Seriously, I don’t get to come at all?”

He didn’t bother answering.

 

*

 

The next day Lena tried shouting, “Hey, come here,” from the bathroom, then hiding in the bedroom until Jake had gone past, and running for the door.

He caught her in the hall, and fucked her there, behind the front door, and still didn’t let her come.

The day after that she waited until he was actually in the bathroom, then shouted, “Now,” as she ran past the bathroom door. She reached the front door, and realized he wasn’t trying to chase her, and then that he’d deadlocked the door.

She turned around as he came out the bathroom, holding the key.

“You’re really quite creepily good at this,” she said.

“Thank you.”

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing. Where do you want me?”

“Right there’s good.”

She sighed, and knelt down.

As he fucked her, she decided she needed a different plan. A very different plan. She wanted to win now, just once, just for the sake of being competitive.

The next day, after work, she said needed to go to the supermarket, and did he want to come too. He did. In the car, on the way there, she grinned and pulled the dress out of her bag. He just looked at her, and said, “Clever.”

“Thank you, I know.”

She changed in the supermarket’s customer toilet, as quickly as she could, then went and found him the cereal aisle.

“I should do you right here,” he said.

She looked at him, and got wet. She almost wanted him to, even though there were people around. She took a slow breath, and almost dared him to try.

“I’m not going to,” he said.

“Shame.”

They shopped. She flashed him a couple of times, just because she was feeling sexy. And probably because she hadn’t got off in most of week. They found what they needed, and paid, and went back to his car to drive home.

A block from his house she said, “So here’s something to think about. I’m going to be out the door as soon as we stop, and the only way you can catch me is to fuck me in the front garden.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, really. In the front garden where all your neighbours can see.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Seriously?” she said, surprised, and then thought about that. “Yeah you’d mind.”

He grinned. “Probably.”

“Well its one or the other,” she said.

They were close to his house. He was already slowing down to turn into his driveway.

“Or drag you inside by your hair,” he said.

“Um,” she said. “Screaming. A lot. The neighbours might notice that too.”

He grinned again, quite smugly. “Or this,” he said, and pushed the child lock button on the driver’s door.

She didn’t understand at first, not until she tried her door and found it wouldn’t open. “You shit,” she said, and tried to lean across him to reach the button. He pushed her back, and held her in her seat, easily. Then he pushed the garage door opener button above his head.

He drove right into his garage, then shut the garage door behind them.

“Fuck,” Lena said, looked around. “Fuck it. You could let me have a head start or something.”

“Um, no, I really don’t think so.”

“Fuck,” she said again, and wanted to kick something. She took off her shoes, just for the difference it would make. She glared at Jake. “Let’s get it over with then,” she said.

Jake grinned.

Lena sat there waiting. “Well?” she said.

“I still need to grab you.”

“You do.”

He tried, right as she was saying that. He grabbed her arm, and tried to pull her towards himself. She jabbed her elbow into his ribs, hard. Cold-bloodedly, angrily hard. Hard enough he jumped and let her go, wincing. Then she reached right over him and pushed the locking button on the driver’s door, unlocking all the doors, and then she jumped out.

Jake was still sitting in the driver’s seat.

Lena looked around. The garage door opener had a pull-cord to make it start manually. She pulled it, watching Jake, the ducked under the door as it began opening and went halfway down the drive.

Jake got out of the car, and looked at her.

“Go on then,” he said. “You’ve got away.”

“I win?”

“You do.”

“I win if I go down to the end of the drive,” she said. “Basically.” Her car was parked there.

“Yeah,” he said. “So why aren’t you?”

“I’m thinking.”

She stood there for a moment, then walked back towards him, slowly. She held out her arm so he could grab it.

He didn’t. “What’s wrong?” he said.

“I kind of want sex. Not to feel clever by getting away. Did I hurt you? Is your side okay?”

He shrugged. “Fine.”

“So are we fucking or not?”

He pulled her into the garage, slowly. He reached for the opener’s pull-cord, to close the door.

“Um,” she said. “Maybe leave that how it is.”

He seemed surprised, but did. He led her around the front of his car, and then leaned her against it.

“I get to come this time, though, right?” she said.

He grinned, and knelt down, and pushed her feet apart, and slid between them. He lifted up her dress, and licked her slowly, so she moaned, and pushed towards him. She needed his mouth, after all the teasing. She needed him more than she could stand. He reached up, and took hold of her wrists, and held her there, which meant he wasn’t using his hands, but didn’t matter. Being held was sexy, and it had been days of teasing too, and she needed this desperately, after so long. She leaned there, feeling his mouth, feeling his wanting, excited. Every so often she glanced back behind herself, making sure no-one was watching. She thought she was safe. She was half behind the car, in a dark garage, and Jake was completely hidden behind it. All the same, she could see out to the road, which was exciting too.

“Not so much noise,” Jake said suddenly, and she realized she might have been gasping a little too loudly.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Or I could just turn the lights on instead.”

“What?” she said, confused, happy, not understanding. “Why?”

“Don’t worry.”

She thought, despite herself. Lights in the garage would make them much more obvious, she decided. Like her gasping loudly made them obvious, she supposed he’d meant.

She thought about that for a moment, interested. “Really?” she said. “With the lights. You’d do that?”

“Um, no. I have to live here.”

“Asshole,” she said, and pushed herself against his mouth, until he went back to licking her.

After a while she came, and she did her best to keep quiet, but wasn’t sure she completely managed. He let go of her wrists, so she pulled him up herself, inside herself, and fucked him sitting on the car, putting her hand over his mouth and telling him it was his turn to keep quiet now.

It was good, she thought. It had been fun. All the same, the next day, when she turned up at his house, and said, “Are we still doing the dress thing?”

He shrugged. “We don’t have to, unless you want to.”

“And what, just fuck like normal people instead?”

He grinned. “If you’d like.”

“Do I get still to come?”

He kissed her. “Sure.”

“Then maybe we should like normal people for a bit,” she said.

He kissed her again, and led her to the bedroom.

 

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