Rent Pt. 02

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I woke up around four a. m, my bladder bursting. Disentangling myself from Violet's grasp, I rolled out of her bed, head still fuzzy from the wine, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done I walked back into her room and looked down at the beautiful nymph-like blonde stripper that I'd rented a room to, only to have her fall for me, the nice guy, pursuing me, sucking my cock like no woman ever had until I filled her belly with cum.

She was still wearing the sweater and yoga pants that had driven me over the line of my resistance to sleeping with a tenant earlier. I stood over her, sleeping on her back and breathing quietly, her legs long and sleek, hands that had expertly worked me to orgasm settled lightly across her stomach. Her breasts rose and fell steadily under the heavy knit wool.

I slipped a hand over the swell of her breasts, lightly squeezing them through the knit, finding them supple, pleasing, energizing. My cock grew in my threadbare grey sweatpants, and strained against them.

"Do you like them," she asked in a small, sleepy voice, "you can play with them however you want. Let's make another best mistake of our lives, Danny." She'd woken as I felt up her tits, reaching down to the hem of her sweater and arching up into my hands as she pulled it over her head with the top underneath in one smooth motion, catching on her button nose. "Oh!"

I'd silently grabbed her bare tits, feeling the heat of the firm, youthful flesh. Her breasts were bigger than I'd guessed, still bouncy and firm, gravity not yet taking hold of them, and they settled across her chest as a pair of beautiful melon teardrops, larger than her narrow chest. "Beautiful," I breathed as I traced the wide light-brown cap of her areola with my fingers.

Still trapped in her sweater, just her deep pink lips and chin out of them, a smile formed on Vi's lips, "they're C's, Danny, do you like them?"

I bent to suck one as I knelt on the bed next to her, sliding my free hand down the front of her yoga pants, finding growing heat and wetness like only a young woman can make as my fingers invaded her hairless quim and Violet obediently opened her legs for me.

"Mmm yesss, oh Danny," Violet exhaled as she began to twist her hips against my penetrating fingers, "help me out of this..." she began to struggle against the sweater again, but I took her wrists in hand and stopped her. This was fun. It was making me feel less guilty about sex with Violet.

"Leave it," I commanded, pressing my lips to hers to stop the protest coming before it could be voiced, "for now," I promised as I broke the deep kiss, working her wet little snatch hard. "Just for now."

A giggle, "you're a nice guy, Danny," she teased, "but I'm staring to think you fuck like a bad boy. The way you fucked my face and came without asking, so naughty."

Sliding my fingers from her soaking pussy lips, I raised one of her legs and climbed between them, shedding my sweatpants as I went. "You're about to find out, Vi," I promised to an expectant giggle and wiggle of her perfect little body as I stripped the form-fitting pants from her legs. They were soaked through with her juices, the crotch and bottom completely wet with her. I smelled the fabric to get her scent as she writhed in front of me, legs spread, bare pussy blooming like a flower, open, ready for me to take it. "Someone's been horny all night."

Violet pressed her feet into the mattress and raised her bottom, belly undulating as she rocked her hips in the air. "I couldn't help it, you were holding me so tight and I could feel you getting hard.... it made me so hot."

Unable to stop myself, I threw the pants aside and lay down, wrapping my arms around Vi's hips as I pulled her legs apart. That pussy, god that young twenty-something pussy, I had to taste it. I dove into her, catching the little rosebud clit that stood up so wet and proud from its hood and sucked it hard, slipping a finger up to the squishy g-spot inside her opening and pressing steadily as I circled it.

"Ahhh-ah... ahhhhhhhhhh," Violet burst like an over-filled dam, the wetness gathered in her entrance overflowing as she began to writhe, her bubbly bottom flexing hard as she gushed. I wasn't done with her yet, though, she was so sweet, her musk intoxicating as it filled my nostrils, I was determined to make her a ragdoll wracked with pleasure. I began to play with her pussy, slipping another finger in to a loud 'ooooohhh' lapping at her redly engorged entrance. She was ready for cock, "oh god, please fuck me Dan, please, pleeeeeeeease," but I ignored her, reaching up to grab one of her surprisingly big, firm tits, and focused on the twitches of her hips as my tongue worked her over the edge, nibbling the firm little clit between my teeth as I sucked it, pumping three fingers in and out of her grasping pussy.

"Ahhhh-haaaaooomygoddddd," she'd seized up, hips rocking of their own will onto me, and a gush of sweet pussy juice filled my mouth. I could feel Violet's love muscles spasm as she bounced against my mouth. "Ooughhhhh, ohhh please Danny please put it innnn.... I'm clean, I'm on the pill, please just put it in me," Violet begged as her orgasm subsided.

All of my resistance to her long since stripped away, hypnotized by the writhing, willing, fuckable little body in front of me with her bubbly bits, I opened her thighs, rolling her half to her side, keeping her other leg up as I lined up and took the plunge.

"Uhhnnnn, ohh like that, Danny, oouuung, oh nice and deep..." Vi encouraged me as I pushed to my hilt in her youthful body. She was snug, but so dripping, gushing, wet from anticipation and my attention that her pussy gripped me but couldn't resist me as I invaded her, holding onto my cock as I slid deep into her womanhood with a pleased groan of satisfaction. Violet keened her pleasure, whimpering happily, "mmm, take me baby, take meeeee."

Violet's pussy was buttery. Her juices were so thick that she squished and squelched as I pulled back to my tip and then stroked into her firmly to my hilt. Her perfect big tits bounced each time I slapped my hips into her in a fluid arc of slow withdrawal followed by surging thrust to her core. Violet moaned and sighed with my rhythm, her mouth permanently praising my deep thrusts and protesting my withdrawals as she jiggled her tits and rocked her hips for me.

"You like that, Violet? You like me giving you the deep dick in your buttery little puss?"

She answered by arching her back to push her hips up my thighs to wrap me tightly with her legs. "Suck my tits, baby, fuck me just like this and suck my nipples pleeeease,"

I obliged her, slowly, wordlessly, as Violet babbled a stream of moans and encouragement to me, I lowered myself to a nice missionary with her, sucking one tit then the other as I pumped steadily at her pussy. Her face still covered, I kissed her forcefully before breaking the kiss.

"Your breasts are the most beautiful I've ever seen," I rasped into her mouth as her tongue chased my lips, slapping harder into her, pinching at those thick, perfect nipples. Violet arched her back and panted as I pressed my mouth to her ear and growled, "and your pussy is so perfect and hot, I have to cum in you now."

"Do it! Fill me, Danny!" She smiled eagerly. The smoking hot little stripper speared on my cock whined and begged, "fill me up, make my little pussy overflow!"

She was red and shiny with sweat now as she clasped her legs tightly around my ass, the steady slap-slap-slap of our bellies and sex colliding filled the air as I beat her frothing cunt with my rod along with Violet's lusty moans. I could feel it building, the tingle in my balls that crept up my shaft.

I grabbed the sweater and pulled it over her head, her eyes wide and about to glaze over as she looked up at me with steamy lust, yet somehow still seeming innocent, and I was carried away in them as my cock plundered her young, stripper pussy. And then she wrapped her arms around me along with her long legs and whispered in my ear, "breed me like your Christmas whore."

That did it, I couldn't take anymore, and I burst like a geyser, the first thick rope of cum exploding against her cervix as I slapped into her and held, moaning my pleasure into her mouth. That seemed to do it for Vi, and she clamped down on me like she'd caught a prize and she wailed her triumph as she came, milking my belching prick like with her honey-slick cunt until my cock felt like a used-up tube of toothpaste, spent and shrinking, at the mercy of her powerful love muscles.

We lay entangled for a while, kissing, touching, relishing the afterglow, not saying anything. Just being. At some point, Violet slid out of bed and slipped into her washroom, and I found myself drifting to sleep in her bed.

"Merry Christmas, it's gonna be a good one," Violet whispered as she climbed back into bed, kissing me gently as I fell into a deep slumber.

Morning came with the smell of bacon and a morning after boner accompanied by my bladder straining to bursting. I looked around blearily, and found no sign of Violet as I rolled out of her bed, the shame hitting me like a dump truck, a never ending stream of recriminations filling my mind.

"What the fuck have I done," I asked myself in her mirror. I headed out to her room, finding my sweats and pulled them on, digging around in the covers to find my shirt. "Just be calm, it's gonna be okay, she's not some maniac, she was clear it was a Christmas thing," I coached myself silently as I slunk down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen.

Violet was standing over the stove in a red-checked apron my mom used to wear and the r-shirt she'd been wearing under her sweater, pink bunny slippers, and just a pair of boy-short panties. Her long wavy blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she turned to me, freckles flashing on her cheeks, a big smile greeting me.

"I was about to wake you up! Perfect timing." Violet grabbed a coffee mug and poured me one with a splash of milk. I accepted it, standing stunned. Violet stared at me skeptically. "You're doing it again, Dan. You're being weird when you don't have to be."

"I'm sorry, Vi, it's just-"

"Oh fuck, would you quit that," she threw a dish towel to the ground and walked away from me. "Dude, you had a great time. You rocked my socks. Stop the whole noble good guy 'I can't have sex with you' thing and enjoy it because the only problem here is you!"

Ashamed, I stared into my coffee and tried to pull it together while Violet angrily worked on the stovetop.

"I'm sorry, Vi, it's just..." I thought back to the first year I was renting when Vanessa accused me of raping her. It took over a year to be cleared even though the police had told me that it was obvious I hadn't done it at the time.

"I'm being a dumbass, I'm sorry. You said it was the best mistake we'd ever make and it was. It was awesome."

Violet piled food on two plates. Back bacon, fried eggs, home fries, and toast. She'd put orange juice on the table, and more coffee. She'd put on a spread to enjoy Christmas with me. I felt terrible. "This is awesome, Vi, I shouldn't have been such a dummy. Something happened a few years ago that freaked me out, and I guess I over-corrected."

She put the plates on the table and pulled me to a chair, "it's okay, we all have those." We sat down kitty-corner. smiling at each other foolishly and are. Violet pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Uh, was it... good?"

Smiling like a goon, I touched her hand and felt a little electric shock tingle up my arm. "The sex was incredible. You're... Vi, you're incredibly sexy. I wasn't kidding that you felt like butter, and you were so hot and dirty... it was amazing."

She bounced her shoulders coquettishly, "thank you, but I was asking about breakfast. You never said

We laughed, and I assured her breakfast was amazing too, which it was. She took my hand this time and smiled gently. "It was good for me too. Really good." Her slender fingers slipped along the soft skin of my wrist. "You... ah... you're a really good lay, you made me cum really hard."

Reddening, I tried to stifle my excitement. "I'm glad. You were right about it being the best mistake ever."

Violet pulled her hand away from mine. "Well, maybe we'll make a mistake again soon... but I have to call my mom, which is gonna be an hour of suck. Maybe grab a nap after."

A little disappointed that the conversation wasn't turning to sex, a little relieved too, I let her go.

"Okay, I'll clean up, and check on you before we go. Three, okay?"

"Sounds good," Violet smiled at me, slowly standing, hips square to me. I picked up a strong scent of arousal and a hint of the detergent scent of cum as she stood, a damp spot sticking the sheer powder-blue fabric to a pair of meaty, engorged pussy lips. "That's you dripping out of me. It felt so good inside me."

I hooked the panties, peeling them away from her loins, and was greeted with the sight of her smooth pussy, pouting lips sticky with a film of my drying cum. "Do you need more," I asked her hopefully.

Violet nodded, grinning as I slipped the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. "Nice and deep, Danny, nice and deep so I cum again."

"You got i-"

A loud phone ringtone filled the room, 'Mother's Little Helper,' by the Stones.

Violet picked up her phone from the kitchen table grimacing, "oh hell, she's calling me." She looked over to me, "I'm so sorry, this might take a long time."

Mood killed by the angry, high pitched voice on the other end of the phone, I had to content myself with the sight of Violet bending over to pick up her panties, and scooting down the hall with just her shirt and slippers on, Donald Duck style.

Christmas Day slipped by, and I stayed downstairs, keeping a respectful distance from

Violet's room to respect her privacy. The phone call with her mom went on for over an hour, nearly an hour and a half. There were some ups and downs that I heard from the first floor, but eventually things were quiet and it was already almost two. I headed to the bottom of the stair up to her room, and called up.

"Hey Vi? I'm gonna get ready to go to Jason and Molly's for three. You still want to come?"

No answer. I wondered if she was sleeping. "Vi?"

Her head popped around the corner, earbuds being pulled from the sides of her head.

"Sorry, Danmy, I needed some loud music after that call with my mom. What's up!"

"Christmas dinner. Are you still coming?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh shit, right right. We leave at three!"

I stood by the door at ten after three, long since ready. I had a big shopping bag over my shoulder with gifts for the kids and a couple of bottles of wine for the grownups. Jason and Molly usually had me and a couple others plus her mom at their place, so I figured two bottles was the move. Enough for everyone to have a couple, not so much as to imply they were lushes.

"Viii," I called up the stairs.

"Coming, coming," she assured me as she hustled down the stairs putting in an earring. "I couldn't decide what to wear."

She'd put on a red top that sat mid-chest, just enough to be appropriate while still assuring the world that she had fantastic tits, and then a skirt that was Christmas green and had some cute star

patterns knitted into it over dark stalkings. She looked at me and smiled a little red-faced, knowing we were late. Making the whole thing irresistible, though, was the black choker necklace she wore with a simple snowflake charm hanging from the ribbon. I'd always been wild for those necklaces.

"Sorry, I know we're late. I just want to make a good impression."

I stared like an idiot as she slipped on a pair of boots, popping her low heels in my bag, and dragged me out the door. "Do I look pretty?"

Still unable to blink, I stammered, "you look like a Christmas wish."

"Dude, Danny boy, really?"

Jason looked disappointed in me, like, honestly and unabashedly disappointed.

"I don't know what to tell you man."

He threw the remote for the Super Nintendo emulator I'd given to his seven-year-old son, Max, and shook his head. "You think you can beat Uncle Danny's cheap cheater moves with Guile, bud?"

"Yeah," shouted the little guy, eagerly, "but let's play the new one. The graphics are so old on this."

"Hell no," both his dad and I chorused in unison. "Round one, fight!"

Jason got up to grab a beer from the basement fridge, rocking his baby daughter in her snuggly strapped to his chest as he did. "So what's the deal with that cutie? You're dating, right? You can tell me, I won't tell Pete."

Jason and I had roomed in Uni, at least until I'd gotten a bullshit bachelor's of business like every other haircut on the planet and gtfo'd to smoke pot and start my comic store. The scholastic life hadn't been for me, and my one real accomplishment had been to introduce my ex, Molly, to Jason. She and I hadn't dated long, and it's been a pretty mutual thing. It wasn't long until they were married with a baby at their grad. He'd met Pete over the years, of course, and while they weren't tight, they were easily my two closest friends in the world.

"No, come on man, I have to be-"

"Oh come off it, Dan," Jason popped the twist off. "Molly wasn't even licensed to practice yet and she had the charges dropped for being obviously bs before you even got a splinter in that jail cell. You have to get over that shit. You didn't do anything wrong, and even at the time the cops knew you didn't do anything."

"Jar!" Jason rolled his eyes as his son pointed to a large plastic peanut butter tub that had been cleaned out and labelled 'swear jar,' fishing in his pocket for change that went right in it.

"I know I know, just leave it, man." I crescent kicked Blanka, ending round one, and the tv announced 'KO' loudly before quickly setting to round two. "She's only like twenty-three, and she's got her whole life to figure out."

'Round two, fight!'

Jason took a long sip and stroked his sleeping daughter's wispy head of hair. "Eight years age difference isn't too much, and besides, who cares? Have you seen how that chick looks at you?"

Round two ended with an electrical jolt frying Guile.

"Dammit, how'd that kid-"

"Jar," Jason and the boy interrupted me.

Round three teed up. Fight!

"Tell me you have a good reason to not start something up with her, because I guarantee she wants to," Jason pressed.

On the screen, the distraction of his chatter was slowing me down, and the reflexes of a seven year old were starting to wear me down as I missed blocks and took a roundhouse.

"I don't, I know, I don't," I admitted, "I've just been freaked out ever since the Becca thing."

Jason sighed with exasperation. "You hooked up with her before she was attacked. Danny, you were at your store before, during, and after it happened. People who'd been shopping there confirmed it. The security cams confirmed it. There's literally a public record of your innocence. What happened to Becca was terrible and sad, but you had nothing to do with it. It had nothing to do with you being her landlord, and she probably only said it was you because you fit the sixish-foot-white-guy-brown hair-one eighty-pounds type. It's a pretty wide category."

"I know, I just-"

I was mashing buttons like crazy, the remote bouncing in my hands as I leapt and blocked and dodged. I just need one good sonic boom to turn the tide.

"Holy shii... shingles, man, stop letting it be an excuse to be miserable and worse, date people that make you more miserable. Date someone nice, fun, and woooo, really gorgeous."

Blanka blocked my sonic boom and rocketed across the screen to ko Guile.

'Blanka wins!'

I looked over at the kid. He was doing a little dance and smiling like an idiot. "I beat you uncle Danny!"

"You're some kinda Street Fighter super freak, little dude," I mused, "how'd you do that?"

Jason shook his head, "crazy freaky kid reflexes. It's so annoying."

We finally got summoned for the feast at five when Violet came downstairs and immediately discovered that Max was madly in love with her, melting into a pile of giggles and blushing when she complimented him on beating me at Street Fighter.

"Molly and her mom being nice to you? I can't do anything if they're not, but I'll ask them very nicely to be," Jason joked.

"No! They're being so nice," she laughed, clearly a glass or two into the wine, right along with the other ladies by the laughter upstairs. "They're just telling me all about Danny and how you and Molly met. Girl stuff."

Jason turned to me, "ohhh you're a dead man, Dan-o!"

We headed up the stairs to a beautiful meal. Molly, a tall, hourglass, brunette, the younger clone of the older grey-haired brunette working in the kitchen met us at the top of the stairs. Jason kissed her as he hauled little Max to the dining room in one arm, the baby still wrapped snuggly in her carrier on his chest. Molly grabbed me and Violet.

"Did you tell her why we broke up and you ended up introducing me to Jason?"

Violet turned to me, eyes alight, "no! Tell me!"

"Molly, come on..." I begged uselessly as Molly waved me off. This legend that she loved to perpetuate had run its course, and always kind of embarrassed me. It'd been fun when we were all young and she and Jason would compete to find me girls. It'd

"Shoosh, Daniel," the only person on earth that still called me by my full name now that my mom was gone, I sighed, surrendering as Molly launched into it to Violet's delight. "We were so boring, one of those uni couples who's already like twenty years married and we were both bored, but really..."

"Uh-huh," Violet eagerly encouraged Molly.

Molly responded as she always did, the hand she held up closing to a fist, "but mostly, I just," the fist opened slightly to a small shaft of light, "could not," still encircling something, Molly opened her fist to let light through and stroked an imaginary dick, "handle him in bed."

Frustratingly, she was still really good at miming the approximate width and length of my erect penis, and I stood embarrassed as the two women giggled manically, embracing as they made their way to the dining room.

Once it was all over, I helped clear plates as Molly's mom and Jason rinsed and filled the dishwasher. Jason begged her to go sit down and relax after all the cooking Molly and she had done.

"No no, let Molly and Dan's new girlfriend enjoy themselves."

"We're not dating, she's my tenant," I piped up. The older woman looked at me sadly.

"Well, that's a waste. You should fix that." Looking around at the diminishing plates, she shrugged. "Maybe I'll use the loo."

Jason snickered at me as his mother in law wandered off to the first floor bathroom. "Bud, you're beet red."

"I'm taking a beating here, Jay," I protested. "You guys are all killing me."

He shrugged, and slotted a plate into place. "Man, we all just want you to get out of your own way."

We took a beat, me frustrated and torn. Jason and Molly knew me well enough to know that there was a point that you couldn't push me past, but more importantly, they could obviously see the attraction between Violet and myself. I was Vapor locking. Finally he spoke, "look, just go upstairs and hit the can. I'll stop and get Molly to as well. Okay"

Not realizing I'd buried my face in my hands, I pulled them away and nodded. "Yeah, okay, thank you."

I hit the upstairs bathroom, taking a piss, and a moment to spasm water on my face and cooled off. I opened the door to find Violet with a small hand in a fist about to knock.

"Hey," she smiled, pushing her way into the bathroom, "you okay?"

I was cooling off, calming down, the oncoming panic finally moving to a low simmer from the boil it had been at. "Yeah, I, yeah, I'm okay."

Violet pushed the door closed behind her, "let me have a look at you."

Her hands were on me, pulling my face to look at her, and she cocked her head and gave me an assessing stare. "Is this because they're giving you a hard time about me?"

"Yeah, they mean well," I answered, "but it's just a lot. Jason said they'd cool it."

Violet pushed me back gently to the sink, pushing my hair out of my eyes, the cool tips of her fingers pulling the last of the heat from my forehead. "Is it about what happened? Why you won't date a tenant? You said something and I just thought it was a breakup thing-"

"No," I blurted, "I mean, yeah, it is. Yeah."

She fixed me with a firm, but still kind gaze. "Okay. I want to ask Molly about it. She kind of hinted... and I don't want you getting upset."

Nodding, I was finding myself getting hard. The nymph caressing my chest to flatten out my rumpled sweater, her closeness, perfume, it was all getting overwhelming in a different way. "Yeah..." I panted, my erection pressing against her belly, "yeah, that'd be fine."

Violet took my hand in hers, soft, cool skin as she pulled it to her. Her bright blue eyes had taken on that misty quality I'd seen the night before as she pushed herself against me, a small, sly, smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"I want to make a big mistake when we get home, Dan," she breathed at me as both hands dragged my right hand down the swell of her breasts. I couldn't help myself, finding my other hand moving to her hip of its own free will, caressing the firm globe of her ass as she dragged her hand and mine down the front of her skirt. "Do you feel how hot I am for you?"

Mind reeling, memories of the previous night overwhelmed me and I was hers again, "I feel it."

She pulled her skirt up in front and plunged my hand into her snatch, the heat and sticky dampness soaking through the front of her thong panties. She guided my fingers past the sodden material, against the skin of her cleft as it parted for me, her guidance no longer needed as I slipped two fingers into Violet.

"Ohh," Violet inhaled sharply as my fingers invaded her, "do you feel how much I need it, Dan? That's all you, I'm so worked up, I've been soaked all day thinking about it."

Unable to stop myself, I began to play with her pussy, curling my fingers back as I slid them in and out, finding the little pad of softness in her pussy wall, pressing firmly as I slid the pad of my middle finger across it and then back. "What do you want me to do about it, Vi?"

She closed her eyes, pressing her hips onto my hand, grabbing my shoulders with both hands to help her leverage herself on my digits as those magical hips of hers rotated and bounced on me. I couldn't help but pull her tighter to me, our mouths only millimetres apart.

"Bend me over and rail me from behind... the first time."

My fingers were moving faster now, and my prick was a length of burning steel in my pants as I pressed into her belly. Vi was panting, her thickly sticky juices running down my hand and into my palm as I pushed my fingers deep, rubbing hard at her cum-button.

"Steady, deep, ooooo-ooooo... just like last night, don't undress me, just bend me over, drop your pants and take me."

She was panting now, making little whimpering noises every time I stroked her button, close, but not close enough, "I'm gonna bend you over my bed so I can see your face in the mirror while I pound you."

"Yess... do it..," she was red now, quaking as my thumb found her clit hard and standing proud, and I began to press, pinching her g-spot and clit together from either side of her pussy, "so close, Dan... mmm so close..."

Feeling proud of myself, I sped up, "it's going to be hard and fast, I'm taking your bareback so you feel it when I cum."

Violet's eyes went wide, "yess, breed me, fuck yes," her face pressed to my shoulder, panting, her legs shaking as I frigged her hard, "say you'll breed me?"

I grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her face up to mine, her eyes rheumy and half closed, Violet looked like she was about to either cum or go catatonic. "I'm gonna cum balls-deep in you, Violet. You want that?"

I had to hold her face to my chest to keep the squeal of her orgasm from alerting everyone in the house to what we were up to in the bathroom. It only lasted moments, but I felt like a god as she reached between her legs, stepped back from me, and raised my frothy hand to her lips to lick me clean.

When she was done, Violet slowly sucked her way off of my index finger. "Go downstairs, tell them I'll just be a minute. I have to clean up."

I nodded and washed my hands quickly, slipping into the hall to find Max coming up the stairs.

"Uncle Dan! Are you okay?"

I put a hand on his shoulder (not that one), and gave him a quick hug, "yeah pal, just got a little overwhelmed for a minute. Violet came to check on me. She's gonna come have dessert with us soon."

"Is she okay?"

We walked down the first flight of stairs hitting the landing, "yeah pal, she's just gotta pee."

"Oh," the boy pondered. "She sounded like she was crying."

Reddening again, I begged him to not say anything.

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Everyone finally backed off of me, and the rest of the evening went a lot easier. Vi came down from the bathroom looking like a million dollars just a couple of minutes after me, and despite Molly obviously clocking that something had happened up there, nothing was said about it. Violet, for her part, looked completely composed, if not for maybe a slight blush that never quite left her cheeks.

By the time seven rolled around, we'd all had a glass of wine more than we probably should have, and both of my bottles and a couple more were dry. Max, strung out on a day of excitement, candy, and food, finally hit the wall and started to get whiny and grouchy, and the baby began to fuss.

Figuring that kids losing their cool was a perfect time to excuse ourselves, I looked at Max flopped on the floor of the living room and patted the baby gently, who was angrily slapping the bottle being offered by Molly away from her face while pawing Molly's breasts, and looked to Jason.

"Maybe it's a good time for us to head out? I don't want to make bedtime harder than it has to be."

Jason looked at the increasingly frustrated face that Molly had on, and then over to his son, shrugging, "yeah, it's looking like a category level of bedtime shitshow."

Laughing, we headed for the door thanking them, Violet falling over herself to thank Molly and her mom for welcoming her and that it was the best Christmas that she'd had in years. It was nice.

We got out to the street, Violet back in her boots. It was only a fifteen minute walk to my house, and it wasn't the coldest of Christmas Day's, so it was nice to walk. She took my arm and hugged close to me.

"So Becca..," I cringed internally. Molly had told her.

I sighed. "Becca."

Violet snuggled against me. "So you hooked up a few times, and she described you when she was attacked. You got arrested, and Molly showed her boss it was such a slam dunk that she took you on to embarrass the police for even bothering with you when the real attacker was obviously still out there?"

"Pretty much."

"But you're not mad at her, or women?"

I shook my head. "No, she was concussed and in shock and they found... uh, me... in her... still with the rape kit, so they never bothered checking my alibi. It was entirely the cops' fault."

We walked in silence for a moment before Violet stopped me. She looked up at me with that big innocent look she had that I was realizing was actually a sincere expression.

"I can understand why that's made you really shy about dating, and I'm gonna back off a little because I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to force something, but I know." She poked me hard in the sternum. "I know you're really into me, Dan. I knew it before you made me cream all over that beautiful pecker. So I'm not going away, but I'm not waiting forever either, okay?"

Something about it all made me smile, made me calm. "Okay," I whispered. "I can work with that. Can I ask you two questions?"

Violet took my arm again and we started walking. "Yes, we're still doing what we talked about in the bathroom. I am way too worked up to hold out on you right now."

I laughed and wrapped an arm around her. "Okay, good guess that was my second question. Here's the first; what's the deal with the breeding talk? You're on the pill, right?"

Embarrassed, Violet, pressed her head into my arm. "Nnng! It's... saying it gets me really hot, and it just feels amazing," she admitted. "I'm on the pill, though, yes."

"Okay," I said almost to myself, smiling at the answer, "I can work with that."

We got to the house and barely got our boots and jackets off before our tongues wrestled deep in each other's mouths. Violet pulled herself to me with arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I pressed her into the archway doorway of the living room and clawed at her holiday skirt, the thick material pushing up to her hips and bunching between us as I began to pull at the sodden panties she still wore.

"Upstairs," Violet moaned as I pulled back from her to open my pants, her eyes laser-focused on my tumescent cock as it leapt into sight, and she lowered her chin toward the bobbing erection, laughing a low chuckle full of anticipation, and looked up at me from under her brow, "maybe just a quick dip..."

Not needing any more than that, I wrenched the soaked fabric aside and pressed forward as I lifted her legs onto my elbows, finding the slick heat of the honey-dripping pussy easily. Violet's body took me in eagerly as she moaned at my entry. "Ohhh God yes," I rasped into her ear as she wrapped me in her sticky heat, lighting my rigid flesh on fire with pleasure, "Vi, you feel so good,"

"Uuuuaaahhhh, yesss," Violet arched against me and pressed hard into the doorframe as she thrust her hips out into mine, driving me deep into her even as she shoved my torso away from her with small, insistent hands. "I said just a dip."

Pressing back against her I growled and let her legs drop, pressing her hands over her head to a delighted gasp at my ardour for her. "I need to have you now."

She wriggled from my grasp and dismounted my prick, pushing me back forcefully, but not a rejection, a tease.

"Bad boy," Vi admonished me, "sit," and she pushed me back to the armchair next to the couch. "I told you what you get to do to me, so now you stay until I say you can get up."

She spun and undid the clasp on the skirt, shimmying out of it slowly, slowly bending forward to give me a perfect view of her tight little bubble butt, the stockings she'd worn held tight to her smooth thighs by bands of elastic lace. Despite being only five-three, Violet was leggy, her stems over half of her, the stockings highlight ass cheeks that you could bounce bullets off of. My mouth watered.

"You like that, Danny," she asked rhetorically as she dropped the panties and crouched as she stepped out of them, slapping a cheek on the way back up. Violet tossed her blonde locks and threw the panties at me. "Stay. Count to ten." The sweater and her top hit me in the face, her bra gnarled into them, "then I'm yours til midnight.."

I glanced at my watch, ten-forty-three. I tried to count to ten, but I think I only got to eight when I heard her on the stairs.

I caught up to Violet on the stairs as she slow-walked in the heels she'd worn at Jason and Molly's. Nearly to the top, she was taking the time to wave her bottom back and forth with each step as she climbed the stairs. I ran up behind her, catching the giggling woman with ease, and wrapped my arms around her naked form

"Oh no, you caught me!"

I palmed one of her perfect breasts, my cock still standing proud in front of me, and half considered taking her right there on the stairs, but thought better of it. "Let's get you back to my lair," and I swept her up, over my shoulder as I climbed the last two steps.

Violet laughed with glee and yelped in surprise as I laid a good smack on her rump. "Ooo! Are you gonna be rough with me?"

Smiling as I strode down the hall with her over my shoulder, my fingers found her wet valley and I penetrated her smoothly. "We're getting dirty, baby, I need your pussy like a man lost in the desert needs water. I should've had you on your knees all day."

Pleased murmurs of agreement and anticipation from over my shoulder filled the air along with the wet snapping of Violet's quim as I violated it with my fingers. I shoved my door open and stepped into my room and walked to my bed, bending to drop Vi to the mattress. I took a moment to enjoy the jiggling of her tits, locking eyes with her as I pulled off my clothes, throwing hers along with them into a pile in the corner.

She smiled lasciviously, licking her pretty lips and slinking to the other side of the bed, turned and rolled onto her front to face the big mirror over my dresser. "Come over here and rail my little pussy, Danny," she panted, fingers working hard between her legs, "fuck me with that wonderful cock."

I walked behind her, caressing the bouncing ass that wiggled up and down, flashing her glistening pussy, outer lips open like a flower, ready to be fed my manhood. I was going to ravish her, just use her up completely.

"I'm going to enjoy this," I breathed as I inhaled her scent.

Violet looked over her shoulder with a naughty smile. "We're both going to enjoy this."

I didn't pretend it would get her out of my system, but figuring how to deal with my fears was tomorrow's problem. The head of my cock pressed into the heaven of her and found myself sighing as my cockhead lit up with sensation. She pressed back to me, enveloping me completely as she let out a moan of triumph and we both began to piston into each other, she chasing withdrawals with her hips, me pressing deep on my thrusts.

"Ohhh-h-h-h, s-sooo good," Violet stuttered as she struggled to keep her eyes open, watching herself in the mirror. "Just like that, Danny, just like that fuck me like you stole me!"

I was wordless, lost in the sensation of her pussy opening to me, devouring me wetly with her thick honey coating every inch of my cock. Her high-pitched sounds of sudden excitement as I stroked over her g-spot, her groans of pleasure as the head of my cock pressed hard into her deep place of lust. I pumped steadily there, making Violet mewl for me, her bravado slowly turning to submissive begging to be my toy.

"Mmmnng, ohmygod, right there, keep going right there pleeeeease... yes yes yessss!"

Her skin was reddening, a flush spreading across her soft, porcelain skin, and I was beginning to lose myself as I watched her hips pump hungrily onto me, bending over her to take one heavy, soft, breast in each hand knead them in time with Violet's panting moans.

I was buried in her deep now, my chest and belly pressed to her back as we writhed, her breathing desperate and filled with tiny squeaks and yelps as she began to contract around me and her velvety love-tunnel became a vice. Violet made a low, whispering wail as I rutted her to an orgasm.

"You're my pussy now, Vi, I'm never letting go of you, you feel so fucking good," I growled into her ear as she raggedly gasped.

"Do it, just do iiiiaaaaaaaahhhh!"

I couldn't stop even as Violet's body collapses to the mattress as she came, and I just kept pumping into her, pressing hard against that tight bubbly ass, my whole pelvis as soaked in her frothy pussy juices as my sheathed cock, I was so close to saying what she wanted me to.

"Hello?" The front door opened and Pete's voice rang through the house. "You guys home?"

"Where's the booze," came a demand from another, drunken female voice. My mind connected dots in a millisecond. Pete's sister, Tracy, a hot mess on a good day. She and his mom got into fights more easily than a bull and a matador.

Both Violet and I froze, my hand over her mouth. Neither of us wanted to be caught, I certainly didn't, and her eyes, big and wide like dinner plates as she looked over her shoulder at me, agreed emphatically. She and Pete were friends, they had a fun goofy sibling vibe, and she'd read his comics after he did and chide him for the badly written booby books he read.

I could hear Tracy rummaging around in the cupboards in the kitchen for the hard liquor, and in front of me, Violet pulled herself off of my rod, hustling across the bed to look for the pile of clothing I'd tossed to the side. Pete was trying to keep Tracy from destroying the house.

"No Vi," I hissed, still naked, grabbing a pair of my trusty sweats and an old t-shirt. She stared at me, motioning angrily at her nakedness. "Wait for me to head down the hall, I'll make noise and talk to him. You can sneak upstairs and they won't notice. Just come downstairs in a bit like you've been asleep."

Once again she motioned to her nudity. "But I'm naked, Dan," she hissed angrily.

"They're not coming upstairs for a bit, and I've seen you naked, just get upstairs safely," I spat back, "I'll toss your clothes up later."

She silently cursed, but nodded and crossed her arms over those perfect round tits, "fine."

I reached out to her, my fingers curling around her perfectly flared hip, the fading flush of her skin in my dim room making her look like she was glowing. "Maybe you want to just get under the covers and when they're settled I can come back and we'll be quiet?"

Violet stepped back, breaking our contact and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It read 11:57.

"I said midnight, Dan, and I was serious-"

"C'mon Vi," I begged.

She shook her head, setting her pretty jawline. "No. I told you. I'm backing off until you tell me you're ready."

She opened the door and stepped naked into the hall. Sighing, I looked up at the ceiling and followed, calling out to Pete as Violet slipped into the hall and up the stairs to her room.

Morning came, and I had barely slept. I'd ended up having a drink with Pete and Tracy, Vi appearing in PJs briefly to see what the ruckus was. She determinedly hadn't looked at me, and I'd felt the pain of it all night as I stared at my ceiling, much of it with my prick in hand.

Tracy, messy drunk that she was, had lumbered up the stairs to the unoccupied room across the hall from Vi, and Pete had apologized to me a number of times while I waved him off. She was his family, usually not the mess that she was now, I generally liked Tracy well enough when she wasn't drunk off of her ass.

After only a few hours of sleep, I headed to the bathroom after waking up, finding Violet there brushing her teeth.

"Hey, what're you doing in here," I asked her, clocking the warm-looking fuzzy robe that she wore as she worked the brush around her mouth. I was smiling, but got a dark look in response. Violet spat and turned to me.

"Pete's sister spent most of the night in the bathroom, and she's passed out in there now. Figured I'd take the lunch shift at work and make a few bucks. They're short handed."

I scratched my head, lowering my voice as I reached out to touch her waist through the robe, "on Boxing Day? It's a holiday. Why don't you stay here, we'll go to a movie. Get Chinese." Lowering my voice to a whisper, I pushed the door part way closed, "maybe you and I..." I trailed off as I pulled Violet toward me and found resistance.

She turned and stepped toward the door. "No,

I told you. I'm backing away until."

"Until I," I replied, knowing what she was waiting for.

Violet slipped out the door, holding my gaze. "That's right. Until you."

Dammit.

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Violet gave me, frankly, too much space for the next week. She seemed to be taking every shift she could, and one night she left a note saying she'd stay at Eva's. It was depressing.

I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to say I'd risk it, but I was terrified. The concrete walls of the holding cell, the stupid fucking cop who'd been so sure it was me, all of it, just kept rising like a bad tide in my stomach.

Pete knew something was up, he looked at me over cereal one morning when I was up to pack post-holiday orders early.

"You okay man? You look like shit."

I shook my head. "Nah, just tired. Think I pissed Vi off."

He scrunched up his face. "Really? Like, literally last night she was talking all nice about you."

I stirred my cereal around in its milk, shaking my head as I held my cheek in my hand. "Not when I'm around. She won't talk to me."

Pete sat back in his chair and glanced at his watch. "Listen man, I gotta get moving, but we both know you two like each other. It's like high school around here. I also know it's got to be you and the Becca thing that's the problem, right?"

I glanced up and laughed. "Yeah."

Pete stood, all six-two of him rising like a mountain from the table. He grabbed my shoulder with his big hand.

"For fuck's sake dude, just take the risk with this one. If you end up dating Zoe again, I'm gonna kick your ass."

The next night was New Years, and Pete and I hit the pub to hang out with friends. Most of them were young parents out for one big night, and we all went hard. I wasn't wasted, but I wasn't sober, that was for sure.

Around one, we grabbed a slice of pizza, and began stumbling for home. Violet had taken a shift, of course. New Years was the biggest party night of the year next to Halloween, and that would mean big tips. Meanwhile, I was stumbling around drunk with Pete eating crappy pizza.

I collapsed into my bed around two-thirty, a tallboy of beer in my belly along with a microwaved burrito, and I passed out, the lurching tide of my drunkenness sinking me into blackness.

Weight shifted the bed next to me, and I suddenly felt cold. I could hear footsteps climbing stairs, and cool, small hands caressed my face. My nose filling with the scent of Violet's perfume, a hazy mirage of her sparkling like diamonds hanging over me as she pulled my cock from my shorts.

"Vi? Wass haplenin'?"

The mirage smiled. "I'm a little drunk and I miss you."

She began to stroke me, giggling as I hardened against the palm of her hand, filling it, then overfilling it, quickly.

"Mmm, o'man, s'good," I encouraged her dozily. "Thought you're mad t'me?"

She shrugged, pumping her hand up and down my shaft steadily, and ran her fingers up to my tip to smear precum around the bulbous head of my cock straining against her.

"I am a little," she admitted as she moved to straddle my legs and bent to my cock, "and that's why I'm not gonna swallow."

With that she bent to my thickly swollen prick and began to suck me. Not the languid, sexy, blowjob she'd given me on Christmas Eve, but an aggressive one. She sucked hard, both hands working her alive and my precum up and down the shaft while she focused on my helmet, latching it unmercifully with her tongue.

Each time I tried to touch her, she pushed my hand away, refusing to let me participate. I was there as her subject and victim. My prick leapt in her mouth despite the drinks I'd had, unable to resist the soft tongue that tortured me as her cheeks hollowed.

Violet had the better of me as soon as she'd come into the room, and I was too overwhelmed and horny for her to resist. With a gasp, I came, filling her mouth with a thick explosion of cum that she let dribble down my shaft as she worked me enthusiastically as the next rope splattered against her tonsils.

It hadn't taken long, and she sat back, wiping her hands on my shirt as she surveyed the damage to me.

"Oh my... what the fuck, Vi?"

Coquettish, she cocked her shoulder and wiped her mouth with my sheet. "Happy new year, Danny."

As quickly and silently as she'd come, she went. Small footsteps on the stairs.

God, I was in trouble.