Deep Desires Pt. 08 - Lola

Lola slipped the key into the lock and turned it. She took a deep breath before reaching for the handle to open the butter yellow front door- an ironically happy colour for a place that had housed such a fucked up relationship. Lola didn't know what she was about to walk in on, all she had to go by was Bryn's retelling at Jake's which was more about Bryn and how she felt and less about the nitty gritty details. Lola's imagination had more than filled in the gaps since then and now that she was about to enter the apartment where it all went down she was a little rattled, like the ghost of what happened to her friend was still there and able to hurt them. She wished she had asked Amelia to come with her, but then Lola shook her head and frowned. "Don't be stupid. It's just a fucking apartment."

And with that she opened the door. Bryn's place looked like it always did and Lola went right on in.

One hour later she had cleared out the food in Bryn's fridge, stripped the bed and made it up with clean sheets, changed the towels in the bathroom, vacuumed the whole place, and washed the sheets and put them in the dryer. Now it would be fresh for when Bryn was done shacking up with Jake and ready to go home. The least Lola could do was give the apartment a reset for her friend who had been through so much. She had known Reid was shit and controlling, she had suspected that he was keeping Bryn from seeing her friends, but she had never imagined that he was capable of assault. If she had... Lola couldn't finish the thought coherently but violence and sharp instruments were at the forefront of her mind.

"Fucking men", Lola said to the empty apartment. "Fucking psycho, weirdo, insecure, phallic-focused motherfuckers." And with those parting words Lola left, locking the yellow door behind her.

Later on that evening she was finally in her own home after an afternoon with her mother. She loved her mother but she was wildly depressed and hopelessly still in love Lola's father who had left her years ago. The two of them had had a late lunch and one or two glasses of wine is all it usually took for Lola's mother to start talking about her ex husband. It always turned into a rant psychoanalysing every facet of his personality, his every decision, what must have happened for him to cheat, leave, marry someone else and start a whole new family. It was always the same conversation and it was exhausting- and honestly frustrating because it wasn't that complicated! It had been 8 years, you would think her mum would have realised there was no reason beyond the fact that her dad was an egotistical asshole who went though a midlife crisis, fucked a 25 year old dental assistant and decided that was more important than the family he already had.

Simple. Her mother should know that he's just a selfish prick by now. Not only did he leave them, he bought a waterfront penthouse apartment for himself and his new child bride and screwed mum over in the divorce. Since he left he had provided Lola with school tuition but nothing more. He barely wanted her to come over on his own assigned weekends, preferring instead to pretend his new young family was his one and only. That used to make Lola cry, she hadn't understood why her father didn't want to include her in his new life. Not anymore though, not for a long time now. Lola took a look at her beautiful apartment: modern, flooded with natural light in the day, big large glass windows and a balcony off the kitchen, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, hardwood floors and high ceilings. Her father owned it and it was conveniently close to university so she had asked if she could live there- rent free of course because fuck him, it was the least he could do.

Walking to the fridge, she grabbed the half empty bottle of Chardonnay. Why couldn't her mum just let it go and move on? She spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about a man who spent next to no time thinking about her. Pouring herself a large glass of wine, Lola shook her head and scoffed. She would never allow herself to become that pathetic. She would never lose herself to someone so completely that when they inevitably left, her very soul shattered. What for? Men were only good for one thing and you didn't need love and marriage to attain that. Lola sipped from her glass, her thoughts lingering on that 'one thing'. She was wound up, she could use a diversion. Grabbing her phone from her bag, she walked to her bedroom and nestled herself atop the soft down doona, then began searching through her contacts for someone who could provide exactly that. Her thumb kept scrolling past names of men, none of them grabbing her.

"Talks too much... doesn't talk enough. Narcissist... gave bad head... boring... ugh, never again-Delete."

She sighed with frustration, slammed her phone down on the bed and took another long sip of her wine. If she was honest with herself, only one name was on her mind and she wasn't going to find Him in her phone.

"Fuck it."

Lola stood and removed her jeans and underwear, shimmying the orange lace over her thighs and dropping them on the floor. She opened her bedside table drawer and pulled out her pink clitoral vibrator. Lying back down on the bed, Lola shifted around until her body found a comfortable position, her knees slightly bent and open, exposing her sex. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, over her mound and brushed her clit. Moving lower, she pressed the pads of her fingers against her soft folds. The lips of her pussy were warm and puffy and she rubbed them with soft strokes that ran back to her clit. The dull soft hum of her vibrator filled the room and her eyes closed. Blindly she adjusted the settings to what she liked, mid intensity to start with constant, even vibration. The toy nestled comfortably in the palm of her hand and she brought it between her legs. The vibrator had a small round opening devised to be placed over the clitoris to focus a pulsing, almost sucking effect there. Manoeuvring the toy until it was in her desired position, Lola then lightly and slowly applied and lessened pressure. She was merely warming up, relaxing and bringing all her focus inward to what her body was feeling. Her large full breasts grew heavy as she relaxed and her breathing deepened.

As the vibrator stimulated her, her mind began to wander and His hands were on her body, His breath swept over her ear and His dick was filling her pussy. It was like this every time she pleasured herself lately. The only fantasy that she could cum to, the only one that aroused her anymore, was the memory of being fucked by Callum in the ally behind The Vesper.

She could feel herself wrapped in his arms now, the strength of them holding her up against the cold brick wall as her legs hooked around his waist. Flashes of his smile, the rhythm of his hips thrusting into her, the deep timbre of his voice, the sounds their bodies made as they smashed together. His stubble grazing her shoulder, the feel of Callum's hard fingers gripping the flesh of her ass all ran through her mind and she upped the intensity of the vibrations again. Lola thought about his dick and moaned. The hot hard length in her mouth, how he tasted on her tongue when he came. She had sucked him while her dress had still been hiked up around her waist, her lower half entirely bare to the backstreet, and she hadn't cared, hadn't even thought about it, because Callum had just made her cum while he was fucking her and no one had ever done that. Ever.

Lola rolled over onto her stomach, still holding the toy to her pussy, her hand and arm now beneath her body. She moaned again, her breathing becoming faster. She moved her hips, still rubbing her clitoris on the vibrator while humping into the bed.

Callum was fucking her again, hard and fast against the wall in the ally. She felt the side of his face buried in her hair and his lips on her neck; smelled his perfume mixed with his own masculine scent. Then her hand was swinging to slap him across the face. She had been so angry with him, so affronted that he would make some stupid joke when she was reeling from having her world rocked. Callum catches her wrist before she can connect, gripping it tightly and pulling her closer toward him. He smiles down at her, clear blue eyes glinting with mischief, and whispers in his British accent, "fucking you was real nice, sweetheart."

Lola moaned louder. She felt a little wetness on the hand between her thighs and she rolled her hips harder into the mattress.

He's fucking her again. She's panting and crying out. His dick is hitting places inside her that are sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her legs are spread wide, her pussy taking his full length. In. Out. In. Out. The sensation is incredible and Lola's pleasure peaks each time he slides inside. Again and again, until she feels her orgasm blooming between her legs and behind her eyes. In. Out. In. Out. In.

Suddenly, pleasure is bursting and unfurling inside her, spreading through her whole body. She feels the shockwave of her orgasm rush along the inside of her scalp and fizz into her fingers and toes. The sensations settle and fade away leaving her feeling heavy and utterly relaxed.

Lola was gasping, mouth open against her bedsheets. Her hand shifted and the buzzing stopped.

Four times. Every night since The Vesper she had pleasured herself to Callum. She tried putting another guy in his stead in the fantasy but it didn't work, nothing felt as good as him. She knew why, it was just the residual effect of experiencing her first ever penetrative orgasm with a man. She had stopped thinking it was possible, all this time and all the partners she'd had- and there were many- she had started to believe she was one of those women who just couldn't cum while having sex. All her previous lovers had only been able to make her orgasm when they went down on her. Why it had finally happened with Callum she had no idea, she could barely stand him. He lacked respect and thought that everything was a joke. He wasn't half as funny as he thought he was, and Lola found the roguish grin that seemed his preferred facial expression infuriating. He just got under her skin in a way she couldn't explain. Admittedly, physically he was attractive, rugged looking with dark blond hair cropped close to his scalp at the sides and then longer on top and light coloured stubble across his jawline and cheeks. Though his irreverent, loud personality annoyed her, he did have a nice smile. His mouth was wide and he had great teeth, not to mention his lips that she enjoyed so much on her skin. He was tall and muscular too. Bryn had told her he was a builder so that explained it, he had likely laboured on job sites for years. A blue collar job made sense, despite being British, his accent wasn't what you would call posh, and he spoke too roughly to have earned any private education- definitely not her usual type. She normally dated men that had high power corporate jobs or went to university with her. They were polished, book smart and cultured, ambitious but ultimately rather dull. Whatever his background, she knew Callum wasn't stupid. Uncouth, certainly, but based on their banter at The Vesper he was witty and sharp- none of her jabs had gone unparried.

Lola put the vibrator back in her draw and got up to have a shower. She wondered if fucking him again would cause the novelty to wear off and she could be free of this fantasy. The sex was great, so what if she didn't actually like him very much? Lola pictured his smug face grinning down at her and grew angry at how much satisfaction it would give him to have her go back for more. Fuck that.

She turned the water on in the shower and waited for it to become hot before stepping in. The water cascaded over Lola's body, the heat seeping into her muscles. Who was to say sex with him would be that good every time? Perhaps it was a fluke, a one off when her hormones, libido, mood and blood alcohol levels all just perfectly aligned at the precise moment she and Callum fucked and, poof, a penetrative orgasm was thus achieved. Lola laughed out loud at the stretch of her own reasoning and shook her head. She just needed time and distance to get over it. It had only been four days after all.

The next morning Lola pulled up at Jake's house to return Bryn's house keys before she had to go to uni for the rest of the day. Bryn had said she'd be there but Lola also saw Jake's car and a huge blue Hilux parked behind it in the driveway. Not thinking much of it, she proceeded to walk up the front steps to the house. The front door was open and Lola called out, announcing herself and walking in.

"We're in here." Bryn's voice rung out from the kitchen and Lola was greeted with a warm hug at the end of the corridor.

She whipped the keys from her pocket and handed them to her friend.

"It's all sorted, there's nothing there but a clean home when you're ready."

Bryn took the keys and hugged her agian tightly. "Thank you, Lola."

Lola rubbed Bryn's back and then pulled back so she could look her in the eye and lowered her voice, "How are you doing, are you okay here?" Lola analysed Bryn for any sign, anything to indicate that this was yet another coercive relationship her friend was stuck in. Looking into Bryn's warm brown eyes, Lola only saw happiness and calm.

Bryn smiled at her, "I'm good Lola. Honestly, I'm really good." For emphasis Bryn grabbed Lola's hands and squeezed and Lola allowed herself to believe her just a little bit.

"Ok, but if anything happens you call me, yeah? You can stay at my place with me, you don't have to be here if you don't want to be, you've got options."

"Thanks Lola, love you."

Lola turned to living room and spied Jake sitting on the lounge with a coffee and right next to him was none other than Callum. Lola's breath caught in her throat. Seeing him was unexpected and flashes of the ally came to mind: his large hands, hot breath, twinkling eyes and deep laugh rumbling on the nape of her neck. Her whole body shattering around him as he made her cum on his dick.

She felt her face and pussy flush with heat.

Callum was wearing brown work boots which he had carelessly propped up on the lip of the coffee table. His navy pants had large utility pockets on the thighs and were well worn and dirty. His grey hoodie didn't fare much better and was ripped slightly at the neckline between the drawstrings. He looked like he'd just stepped off a job site, filthy and yet she found him sexy and that grated on her. Seeing him had caught Lola off guard and she hadn't yet found the words to say hello. Callum simply looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup as he took a sip, eyes full of mirth, entirely at ease. She felt herself get wet and cursed him.

Jake saved Lola from the tense silence, "Nice to see you, Lola."

"You too." She said, shifting her attention to Jake and bringing the rest of the room back into focus. She felt awkward and uncomfortable and hated Callum for having this effect on her.

"I actually have to go to uni so I can't stay. She turned back to Bryn and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you later, babe." And with that she was walking down the hallway to the front door, reaching for her car keys. Once outside it wasn't long before she heard another set of feet skipping down the steps behind her.

"What, you're not even going to say hello?" His hand touched her arm and she turned to find Callum giving her one of his infuriating grins. Did he just find absolutely everything amusing?

"The last time we saw each other I slapped you and told you to fuck right off so no, I'm not going to say hello."

Callum's eyebrows rose as he leant in towards her. She was hit then with the same scent as that night in the ally and her core throbbed.

He lowered his voice conspiratorially, "The last time we saw each other my dick was buried inside you so I'd say we're on speaking terms, wouldn't you?"

The vulgarity of his words both disgusted her and sent another pulse through her cunt. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and scowled at him. "God, you're crass!"

Callum laughed. A deep wide mouthed laugh that made both cheeks dimple. Great, the man even had adorable dimples. Lola turned towards her car, fumbling with the button on her keys.

"You know what I think? I think you like me, Lola. I think you like me and you should let me take you out on a real date."

Callum was now arrogantly leaning against her car door seemingly oblivious to the fact that she wanted to get in. His cockiness knew no bounds. Irritation burned inside her and she fixed her best scathing look upon him.

"Like you? I know this must seem impossible to someone who loves himself as much as you do, but I cannot bloody stand you. Now kindly get the fuck off my car."

Callum raised his arms in the air feigning surrender and pushed himself away from tgr door, but that stupid grin didn't falter an inch.

"Whatever you say, lady."

Her frustration with him was a solar flare inside her and at the sound of that infernal nickname she reached boiling point. She rounded on him and got in his face. She was so close she had to practically look directly up he was so tall.

"Don't fucking call me that." She was breathing fast, her heart pounding in her chest and she was so mad she could scream. Callum had squared his shoulders at her approach but hadn't conceded a lick of ground. He met her gaze just as intensely but his eyes were twinkling with delight and he was smirking with those gorgeous lips. This close to him his masculine scent was all around her, his body looming so big she felt dwarfed by his presence. Her irritation turned to full blown arousal so quickly she barely registered the shift. She found herself craving his touch, yearning to taste him. Her eyes darted to his lips. Callum clearly noticed the change because as one they collided and his arms were holding her, pulling her body up against his and their mouths crashed against each other in a wild, passionate kiss. Her hands clutched at his neck to pull his mouth down onto herd with all her strength. He slid a hand along one of her thighs and lifted her leg at the knee and she hooked it around his hip. In her denim skirt her legs were now spread wide, white undies exposed, hips angled so that her pussy pressed up against Callum making her gasp at the friction. It wasn't enough, she needed more. Lola wasn't sure who opened the car door but they were scrambling inside, clumsily and desperately positioning themselves to get as close to one another as they could. Lola sat and reclined the seat while Callum put himself between her legs. His hand ran up the side of her ribcage and lifted her t- shirt up exposing her large breasts supported in a pale pink bra. He yanked the cups down beneath the flesh of her tits, her puffy pink nipples sticking out in hard peaks. Drawing back to look for a few seconds, Callum appreciated the size and fullness of her chest, and then his mouth was sucking on her nipples. Lola moaned in pleasure but was desperate to feel his hard length inside her. She hiked her skirt up higher out of the way until all that was between them were her underwear. In the cramped car, positioned how they were, it was clear she was not going to be able to take them off. She had only just registered this when Callum's hands gripped the fabric and tore the gusset out, destroying them and baring her pussy. Without completely taking his pants off, he pulled out his large dick and finally sunk it between her thighs, thrusting into her hard and fast immediately. Lola moaned loudly with relief and the sounds of her soaked pussy being fucked filled the car. It was even better than she remembered.

They were clutching at one another, kissing and grinding against each other with wild abandon in the front seat of her car in broad daylight. Parked as it was outide Jake's house, if anyone walked by or cared to look they would see Callum rampantly fucking Lola whose legs were spread wide, knees either side of his shoulders. In her heightened state of arousal the thought lf being out in the open thrilled her and Lola cried out and moaned loudly. Amazingly, the familiar sensations of an orgasm were already building between her legs with each of Callum's powerful thrusts. She gasped, shocked that he was able to make her body feel this way at all, let alone so soon. The fast and chaotic fucking was sending her over the edge and she raked her nails across his back, desperately thrusting her hips up to meet his. Lola's pussy started to contract around his dick, her moans turned to gasps and cries as her orgasm crested and then it was bursting behind her eyes and she was cumming hard around Callum's cock. He plunged into her harder, his movements becoming frenzied, and then he growled as he came inside her and stilled, her pussy full of his cum. They remained like that for a minute, both catching their breath and collecting themselves after being gripped by such a crazy moment of passion.

Callum withdrew himself and buttoned his pants, then rolled off her and into the drivers seat where he exhaled loudly and lit a cigarette.

Lola's body felt heavy and light all at once and she was still breathing fast, causing her bare breasts to heave up and down. She felt wonderful in a way only good, satisfying sex could make you feel. She fixed her bra and top, pulled her skirt down over her ruined panties and then rested her head back on the seat to enjoy the afterglow a moment longer. A little bit of hot sticky cum slipped out of her and pooled between her legs, soaking the back of her skirt. She would have to go home and change before uni.

In the seat beside her Callum audibly exhaled. He brought his cigarette to his mouth and held it between his lips. It bobbed up and down as he swore softly, "fucking hell." Callum's cheeks hollowed when he sucked, drawing the smoke into his lungs. Lola watched every flex of the muscles and tendons in his cheek, jawline and neck. The sun glinted on some of his blond stubble and she admired how the hairs flashed gold for a split second. The angles of his hand were backlit by the morning sun, his palm wide and his fingers long. The skin was rough looking like he worked hard with them daily. She noted the small tattoos centred on the back of his four fingers below the knuckles of his hand. She'd seen them before but not clearly and up this close Lola could tell what they were: the four card suit symbols, all in black except for the heart, which was red, poritioned on his middle finger. She wondered if he had any other tattoos elsehwere on his body.

His head was leaning against the backrest and when he noticed her watching him he let it loll toward her and gave her a fond look, his deep blue eyes calm and soft. For the first time they lacked the teasing glint she usually found there. Lola suddenly recalled herself, what was she doing staring at this boy like a fool? She felt anxiety strike through her and hated how vulnerable she was sitting there in the car with ripped undies and his cum between her thighs. Lola plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, took a long drag and kept it.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Her dismissal was clear but he remained unperturbed, showing now sign of leaving.

"Not really."

"What do you mean, don't you work?"

"I was at work at 4am, sweetheart. Let's call it my lunch break."

Lola balked at the hour, how could anybody function that early in the morning?

"God, everything about you is uncivilised isn't it?"

Callum's laugh was low and deep. He reached a hand over towards her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It was tender and sweet and it set alarm bells off in Lola's head.

"Thanks, now get the fuck out. I have to be somewhere."

His hand froze and he huffed a laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Dead set. Get out of the car."

Shaking his head he gathered his stuff and opened his door. "Yeah, alright. Well, thanks for the sex, Lady. See you around." Then he shut the door behind him and made his way to the blue Hilux, turning around to watch her while walking backwards. She started the car and pulled away from the curb.

So much for the novelty wearing off.