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  “I don’t want you to feel obligated because of what’s in this box, Vee Kay,” he said, “I know you wanted to take it slow, and I know I talk about sex a lot, but I’ve shown you over the last couple of months how much I care about you. Haven’t I?”

  Verity nodded and smiled, “Yeah, you try.”

  “Yeah, you know it. I know you said you were raped once, and I’ve been trying to show you what a good guy I am. In this box is some beautiful lingerie, because you’re a beautiful woman. What I’d really like is for you to take this into your bedroom and put it on. When you look at yourself in the mirror, and you realise how beautiful you are, I want you to come and have sex with me, as a friend, and I think it will be something that neither of us will forget.”

  Verity looked at the box and looked back at Brad. She had only had sex once since she’d been raped and it turned out to be a pleasant experience. She had the option of having sex with Brandon, and had considered it a few times just to see what it was like, but it didn’t feel right. She felt like her and Brandon were a perfect fit as friends, their relationship was almost like a brother and sister, and she was concerned that sex might ruin that for both of them. Verity looked at the box and at Brad again. She didn’t really want to have sex with him because he was not in the least bit sexy despite being nice looking. She wondered if he might teach her some things about sex that she was curious about though, and allow her to ask questions about what felt good from a man’s side. He wasn’t a great kisser to begin with but he had learned. He claimed to have had a lot of sex and to know a lot about it, but she thought maybe he was lying based on his kissing. Maybe he was a virgin. Maybe it would be like her first time was, awkward and sweet, hiding under the covers. That might be nice. “Okay,” she said.

  “Okay? Okay, yes? Yes, you’ll go put this on?”

  Verity nodded, “I will.”

  “Vee Kay, once you see this on yourself, you’ll feel like having amazing sex, I know you will, and I will please you, I promise.”

  Verity smiled and picked up the box. She kissed Brad on the lips and walked into her bedroom, curious about what he had chosen for her. She’d never owned lingerie before. She had bras and underpants and a few matching sets but this was actual lingerie. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door and pulled the string from the box. She rested the box on the sink to take off the lid and folded back the tissue paper. She pulled out a black satin and lace negligee, and matching thong-style underwear. It was tasteful, and elegant in a way. She smiled and changed into it.

  Verity walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Brad was waiting. She turned around slowly for him.

  “Holy shit,” he said, “That’s the body you’ve been hiding from me? Damn girl. You have nothing to hide.” He took her hand and turned her around again.

  Verity smiled and moved closer to him, “I guess you like it?”

  “Oh, Vee Kay, you’ve been holding out on me. This was so worth the wait,” he said, kissing her on the lips. “This is like a fantasy. I know, let’s make it a fantasy come true. I can fantasise that you’re the most expensive call girl in the world and that I’ve saved up long and hard to give every cent I have to spend the night with you.”

  Verity laughed, “Okay.”

  “I hope I don’t jizz getting my underwear off when you look so good,” Brad said.

  Verity laughed again. She was feeling kind of sexy, and watched him take off his shirt. “How do you want me?”

  Brad smiled and took off his pants. He looked around the room. “Okay, we have to stay in character now. Don’t break character or you have to buy me lunch.”

  Verity smiled, “How about I go into the bathroom and come out again like we just met.” Brad agreed so Verity went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and messed her hair up a little to give it more volume. She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them a little higher in the lingerie. She opened the bathroom door and Brad was lying naked in the middle of the bed. Verity had to stifle her laughter at the thought that he looked like a Ken doll. He had no real definition. He was just lean, with long arms and legs. She looked to his penis and saw it was currently flaccid. She smiled. It was going to be her job to turn him on like an ‘expensive call girl’. “You have one night, Mr Matthews, don’t blow it.”

  Brad put his hands behind his head, “How about you do a bit of an erotic dance for me?”

  Verity moved closer to the bed and began to move her hips like she was dancing in the club with Adrian. She raised her hands above her head and turned around, shaking her buttocks from side to side as she danced. She turned around and moved her hands across her breasts and down her sides. She smiled as his erection continued to grow.

  He stood up. “Oh, t and a, you’re a vixen. I want you so hard. Leave those panties on and get on the bed on your knees.”

  Verity smiled and moved onto the bed on her knees. She turned her head to look at him. She’d never had sex in this position before and she saw that he was smiling at her backside. “Like what you see?”

  “Fuck yeah. You have an amazing butt. Lean down.”

  Verity smiled and rested her weight on her forearms. She was startled as he smacked her backside. “Damn that’s a hot arse. You’re worth every cent.” Verity smiled again. It was part of the fantasy. He pushed the material between her cheeks aside and began touching her with his finger. She flinched as his finger moved further in. He pulled his finger out and slapped her backside again. He grabbed the sides of the underwear and hurriedly brought it down to her knees. He smacked her backside again and ran his hand down her hair. He gathered her hair and wound it around his hand and pulled her head back hard, forcing a noise from her. He pushed himself against her until he was in and then held her hip. He pulled her hair and dug his fingers into the front of her hip as he crashed into her. He began to swear and to call her derogatory names. Verity furrowed her brow. “Sorry, Vee Kay, just playing.” Verity tried to relax and remember that this was just part of the fantasy too. She flinched as his finger touched her. After a moment his whole finger was inside her and he was still thrusting madly. He suddenly stopped and she thought it was over. She was relieved because it wasn’t doing much for her to be penetrated in both places at once. He moved against her again.

  “Stop, stop, that hurts, stop,” Verity said.

  “No, just a bit further, I’m almost there.” He continued to push into her until she was flat on the bed and he was fully inside her. He moved onto his knees and thrust hard into her. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and Verity wasn’t entirely sure where she was on the line any more. Brad began groaning and bucking, and he finally stopped moving. He pulled out and slapped her on the backside. “Give me a few minutes, whore, and I’ll flip you over and do you again.”

  Verity didn’t know if that was supposed to be funny, or if it was part of the fantasy, but she felt dirty and degraded and sore. He also wasn’t wearing a condom. She rolled over and looked up at him. “What was that?”

  “That, Vee Kay, that was a fantasy come true,” he said, “Sorry I forgot the condom, but it’s the first time I ever fucked without one. That’s why I dumped my load in your arsehole, so I don’t knock you up. Both holes are tight, but that’s just the right way to treat a whore. No whore gonna be having my kid.” He lay down on the bed next to her, running his hand down her side. He kissed her on the lips and the cheek and then licked her lips. He probed his tongue into her mouth. She wasn’t feeling sexy anymore. “You’re beautiful, Vee Kay. That was really hot. No disrespect intended by calling you those names, I just got carried away with how good it felt, and because it was a role play. Anal sex is dirty, I should have used lube instead of cramming myself in there, but, like I said, I got carried away. Ever had it anal before?”

  Verity shook her head, “No and I didn’t like it.”

  “Oh, you would if I could stimulate your clit at the same time. It’d drive you wild. We’ll experiment,
hey? We’ll learn together. I want to be your boyfriend and we’ll learn how to please each other right. I want to fall in love with you and treat you like the goddess that you are.”

  “Was it really your fantasy?”

  “It was hot. It drove me wild. That’s why the whole thing was over in five minutes. How about next time, it’ll be your fantasy? I’ll be your sex slave and you can get me to do whatever you want. I’ll lick you out, titty-fuck you, come all over your face, whatever you want.”

  Verity wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry at how stupid and un-sexy that sounded. “Uh huh.”

  He moved his hand up under her negligee and squeezed her breast. “I missed these. They definitely need a good going over next time. Well, hate to root and run, but it’s getting late. I probably won’t be able to get a cab. I’ll probably have to walk all the way to the beach. It’d be great if I could spend the night. I don’t have to be in here, I can sleep on your couch.”

  “Okay.”

  “Thank you. Nice to know you care,” he said, “I need to wash my dick and get a drink.”

  Verity swallowed. She had never heard him be anything but polite and sweet and endearingly immature. He seemed to have a totally different personality in the bedroom, and she wasn’t sure if she really wanted him to stay in her apartment. She’d never spent the night with anyone before, but he wanted to be her boyfriend and they’d just had sex. She wondered if she was supposed to let him sleep next to her. She didn’t want her first time sleeping the night with someone to be with him. He came out of the bathroom and said he’d be on the couch and he’d see her in the morning. He kissed her goodnight and told her to have a good sleep.

  Chapter 10

  Verity screamed as someone squeezed her breast. She opened her eyes and grabbed the hand.

  “Shit,” Brad said, “It’s only me. Fuck that was loud.”

  “Sorry, I was asleep, and I forgot you were here.”

  “Good morning, sexy lady,” he said, kissing her on the lips, “I woke up hard so I came to see you. Ever had early morning sex?”

  Verity shook her head. She’d never had anal sex before last night either.

  “Maybe another time,” he said, “Let’s just give an oral this time.”

  Verity didn’t really know what that meant. She watched Brad get out of the bed and walk around to her side of the bed. He moved up to the top end of the bed and smiled down at her. “Take the pillow out from under your head.”

  Verity looked over and noticed he wasn’t wearing pants. He told her again to move the pillow out from under her head, so she did. He straddled her chest, sitting on her breasts and told her to open her mouth. He moved off her breasts and rubbed his penis across her chin and lips. “Open up.”

  Verity opened her mouth and he put his penis in and told her to suck it. She moved her head up and down over his penis, trying not to grate her teeth on it. He told her to move further down the bed and then got right into her face. She had a nose full of pubic hair and a throat full of penis and he was pushing her head into the bed as he had sex with her face. She gagged. She was going to vomit. The vomit rose up and went down again. She tried pushing his thighs away and his stomach because she couldn’t breathe and thought she was going to pass out.

  “I’m almost done, I’m almost done,” he said, “It’s so hot, Vee Kay.”

  Verity felt like she was drowning as her throat filled with liquid, and she was struggling to breathe and swallow with her mouth open. He pulled his penis out of her mouth and she swallowed then heaved again.

  “Was that your first time?” he asked, “Shit. Sorry. You should have told me. I would have given you more instructions. You look like you sucked a lot of dick with a mouth like that. Do you want a finger fuck?”

  Verity shook her head. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

  “Okay, but shut the door I don’t like to hear other people pissing,” he said.

  Verity nodded and got out of the bed. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. There was no way in hell she was ever going to have him stay over again. She heaved and poked out her tongue. She pulled the pubic hair off her tongue and heaved again. Hair in her mouth always made her heave and she had to talk herself out of vomiting.

  He knocked on the bathroom door, “I have to get going or I’ll miss the bus. I’m borrowing twenty bucks from your purse. I’ll pay it back.”

  “Okay,” she replied, shaking her head. She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt violated. That wasn’t a good feeling. She was still surprised at how different Brad was in the bedroom to how he was outside of it. He kept saying he was her boyfriend, but she had never said she was his girlfriend. Maybe she was. She wondered if she could break up with him and not have to go through any more of his sexual experiments. Two times and they were both awful and degrading. She nodded, that’s what she would do. She felt disgusting and hoped a shower would help. She turned on the water, took off the lingerie, and stepped into the shower.

  The hot water on her skin felt good. She washed herself all over with a loofa and body wash. The smell of fruit was pleasant and she was feeling clean and pretty again.

  “Hello.”

  Verity screamed and put her hand over her breasts. “Brad! I thought you left?”

  “I was going to, but then I realised I didn’t need the twenty dollars because my friend can give me a lift. This is my friend,” he said, pulling another man into view.

  “Get out!” Verity said, still covering her breasts and now her groin.

  Brad laughed, “Sorry.” He pushed the other man out the door.

  Verity’s heart rate was slowly decreasing but she felt like she needed to wash herself again. The door of the shower opened and she screamed.

  “Stop screaming, it’s just me,” Brad said, “I’m going to join you in the shower.”

  “No, you’re not,” she said, looking at his naked body.

  “Come on, I’m already naked. Just let me wash your back, it’ll be nice,” he said, stepping into the shower. He moved closest to the shower tap and kissed her. “I’m sorry about before. I haven’t had as much sex as I made out I did. I lied so you’d think I was cool. I’ve watched a lot of porn and I thought that’s what girls liked. I want to learn what you like. We’ll try some different things.” He moved her face into the water as he kissed her and water ran over their faces. Verity had never been kissed under water like this before. It was kind of sensual. He squeezed body wash onto his hands and massaged her breasts as they kissed. Verity was starting to enjoy the sensation and closed her eyes in the water. Verity opened her eyes wide as hands came onto her hips.

  “No, no, Vee Kay,” Brad said, “Don’t scream. It’s okay. It’s just Sam.”

  “Get out!” Verity said.

  “No, Vee Kay, this is going to be great. I saw this in a movie,” Brad said. He put his hands on the back of her head and made her bend over. He opened his thighs and pushed her head between them and held her head there.

  The other man was touching her buttocks and put his hand between her legs.

  “No, please, don’t,” Verity said.

  “Can’t hear you,” Brad said, “Go, Sam, do it.”

  Verity screamed as the man behind her entered her. “Please, please, Brad, please it hurts, please make him stop.”

  “You’re killing the mood,” Brad said, “Don’t be such a spoil-sport. This is porno one oh one, Vee Kay. You’re a legend. This is a classic shower threesome. Ideally you could suck me off as well, but maybe next time seeing as I’m already dry.”

  Verity tried lifting her head up under Brad but she couldn’t move very far. She tried bending her knees but the man behind her moved with her. She didn’t even know who he was or what he looked like. Through the steamed up shower glass she saw he was shorter than Brad and wearing a red shirt but nothing else.

  “You’re right, Brad, this arse is tight.”

  “Don’t come in her,” Brad said, “She’s mine.”
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  The man kept going for another five minutes and then moved back and Verity felt his hand rubbing her lower back.

  “You done?” Brad asked, “Get out.”

  Brad moved back and pulled Verity up straight by her hair. Her back ached and all the blood that had rushed to her head was now rushing away. She felt like she was going to pass out.

  Brad kissed her on the lips and squeezed her breasts. “I think I’m in love with you, Vee Kay.”

  Everything was going dark and the last thing she saw was Brad’s feet.

  Verity opened her eyes and she was lying on the bottom of the shower with the water going. She looked around and didn’t know what had happened. She thought she’d been raped in the shower, but maybe she’d just dreamt it. She got to her feet and looked around outside the shower and there was no one there. She moved under the water and washed herself still trying to figure out what had just happened.

  “I imagined it,” Verity said, turning the water off. She concluded that she’d just imagined it because she was thinking about the unpleasant anal sex from last night. She was sore. Of course she was going to be sore. No one had ever put anything in there before last night and he’d been really rough. She stepped out of the shower and picked up a towel from the rack. She dried herself and wondered how she could get out of being in any kind of relationship with Brad. For two months it was dinners and flowers and movies and making out, and now she was sleeping in the shower and having nightmares.