Tales of the Chimera - 7 Days

Authors note: This story is based in the year 2026, but due to me misreading the calendar, I had January 1st on the wrong day. So I'm just treating this story as based in an alternate timeline where the days are slightly shifted. Yes, I'm that big of a nerd.

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Day 0: Tuesday, February 21

Neither of us had felt comfortable talking about the incident. I was constantly terrified that a cop would come knocking at the door. Despite what she had said, I could tell Jennifer was just as worried. It took a week before we both calmed down enough for me to even talk about my strength.

Jennifer's question about the movie we were watching was what finally gave me that last push I needed. I had spent ten minutes explaining how muscles worked and muscle fiber density. It was a perfect opportunity to finally answer her question.

"Okay, let me rephrase," I said, thinking quickly. "My male side gives me strong muscles and my female side gives me the small body structure. When Mark attacked you, hysterical strength kicked in, and--"

Jennifer raised her hand, stopping me. "I understood what you said... enough of it anyway. I was thinking about your skin."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's an odd way to put it."

"The swirls on your skin," she clarified. "Your skin is all swirly where your two sides meet. Wouldn't that mean only some of your muscles are super strong? Like, underneath... whichever color your male side is would have stronger muscles, whereas the other side has more... girly muscles."

"No," I said as if I were a professor teaching a class. "Muscle growth isn't based on genetics... directly. One way a woman can get stronger and grow muscle mass is by taking testosterone injections. It's not the genetics in the muscles, it's the presence of the hormone.

"My vascular system might be made up of two separate systems, a male side and a female side joined into one, but it pushes the same blood. My testicles and ovaries produce hormones that go to all my muscles, affecting them all in the same way... mostly. It's a little more complex than that."

Jennifer ran her finger over one of the near-invisible swirls on my face. "So outside you have a clear divide between your two sides. Inside..."

"It's more of a mess," I finished her thought.

"A glorious mess," she said excitedly. "You present almost entirely as female, except you have a cock. A larger than average cock, I might add. Inside, you have a cock and pussy, perfectly balanced hormones, and super strong muscles.

"Do you know the odds of that? You didn't just hit the genetic lottery. It's like you hit the Powerball and the Mega Millions on the same day."

"They don't draw those on the same day," I said, thinking of the ticket sitting on the kitchen table.

"That's my point."

I looked up at Jennifer from where I was lying on her lap. She looked down at me with sad eyes.

"You could have any guy or girl. Why would you want to hang out with someone like me?"

I sat up on the couch and snuggled close, putting my head on her shoulder. "You just told me I'm basically perfect. Where else am I going to find equal perfection?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes suddenly locked to the screen. I looked over and we both stared for several minutes.

"Did... did Deckard just rape what's-her-name?" Jennifer whispered.

I stared at the screen for a few more moments before answering, "Rachael, and I think he just did."

"Why were you recommended this movie?" Jennifer asked.

I half turned to her, my eyes still glued to the screen. "I was told it was a good make-out movie. It goes slow enough that large parts could be ignored without too much plot being missed."

"I'm not exactly in the mood to make-out anymore," Jennifer said.

I looked over at her. "Were you in the mood before?"

She shook her head. "No, not really. Your biology lesson and wondering why you're dating me of all people kinda ruined that. Though, that does explain the Nexus-6 strength nicely."

I sat up and looked her dead in the eye. "Jen, I can't list off all the reasons why I love you. It's literally impossible. The human mind can't consciously process that much information. My neurons would burn out. Hell, half of them I probably couldn't even put into words."

I pulled her closer to me, her head coming to rest on my breast. "If I can have anyone I want, I want you."

Jennifer nuzzled to my boob. "But what about--"

"No." I interrupted, anticipating her question. "There is nothing you can do to make me stop loving you. You'd have to become a completely different person."

She rolled over, letting her head fall to my lap. Her eyes locked to my breasts for a moment.

"I could have some deep, dark fetish," she teased.

I looked down at her. "Oh?" I asked, interested. "Then tell me before we get too far in our relationship. What's your deep, dark fetish?"

She just looked at me for a moment before responding. "I expected you to give me some generic platitude. I didn't expect you to actually ask."

"Well, I asked," I challenged. "What's your fetish?"

"Honestly, right now all I can think about is fucking you without a condom, feeling you cum inside me," she said after some thought. "Just knowing that's going to happen got me off the last three times. I swear, the itch is getting worse as the time gets closer."

"When is your appointment?"

"11," was her simple answer.

"You sure you don't want me to come with?" I asked.

She shook her head, rubbing her face into my belly. "No, you go to class. This is just a consultation. Nothing interesting is going to happen."

"If you're sure," I said.

After a few more minutes, I said, "This movie is boring. Wanna go to my room and take care of that itch you were talking about?"

"No," she said slowly. "I think we should make our first time special."

"But that's a week away," I countered.

"True," she agreed. "But imagine how special it would be if we refrained for that week? You're insatiable sometimes." A small shiver ran through her. "I can almost imagine what it would feel like for you to lose control, grab my hips, and just pound me."

"You want me to pound you like that?"

She raised a finger. "Before you get the wrong idea, I love when you fuck me slowly. Feeling you slowly sliding in and out, knowing you're drawing out your own pleasure... But sometimes I just want you to take me."

"I don't know if I can wait a week after this conversation."

She rubbed her face on my belly again, her cheek brushing against the head of my growing cock.

"You know, now that I think about it, I'm forgetting something... again," she said, a little frustration seeping into her voice.

She looked up at me with those deep brown eyes. "I may joke that you're the guy in this relationship, but you're a girl too. Don't you want to be pounded sometimes?"

I blinked down at her. "I've never thought about it. Your fingers and tongue are the only things I've ever had inside me. I've never been fucked like that before."

"I'm buying a strap on," she declared suddenly.

"If you insist," I said. "Cumming from one is the same as cumming from the other for me, so I've never worried about it. I much more prefer both of us enjoying ourselves."

"You don't like the blowjobs?" she teased.

"Touché," I said.

She crossed her arms under her breasts. "You liked playing with the butt plug, why can't I enjoy playing with a strap on."

I think about it for a minute and say, "If you get a strap on, I can use it and fuck you in both holes at once."

She pointed an accusing finger at me. "Don't take this from me. I'm buying a strap on, and I'm pounding your ass." Her finger lowered. "In two weeks. Let's worry about the pill thing first."

We went silent for several minutes as the movie continued. Long, sweeping shots of a sci-fi cityscape flowed on the large screen.

"So," I said as the music started to swell. "Your appointment is tomorrow. Do you want to go upstairs and take care of that itch you were speaking about before?"

"NO!" she shouted. "This morning's condom was the last one we'll ever use."

"We only use a condom for one thing," I added quietly.

She looked back up at me. "You know what I mean. I want that pressure to build inside you, and I want to feel it when you let go."

I watched her expression shift to those puppy dog eyes she knows works so well on me. "Please."

"Damnit."

Day 1: Wednesday, February 22

I opened my eyes to find myself in an opulent room. Arched doorways, unnecessary pillars, and gold trim were everywhere. Several naked men and women shared the oversized bed with me.

A dark skinned face rose from between my legs. Familiar brown eyes looked into mine before she took my cock into her mouth. Wet heat slid down my shaft.

My eyes stayed closed as I woke from the dream, the phantom tingle of lips still on my cock. I tried to relax and let myself fall back into the dream, but something was pulling at me.

Through the sleep induced fog in my brain, it took me a moment before I realized the phantom lips weren't going away. They were becoming more real.

I opened my eyes for real to see a large lump under the sheet. It rose and fell slowly, matching the feeling on my shaft.

Pulling the sheet away reveled those familiar brown eyes.

Jennifer pulled her mouth off my cock with a small pop. "Time to get up, sleepyhead. You've got class to get to."

"You gonna finish that?" I rasped, my throat dry.

"Nope," she chirped. "No cumming until next week."

"Then why--" I started.

"I said no cumming." Her voice went dark. "I didn't say anything about teasing."

She hopped off the bed, her breasts jiggling as she bounced. She wasn't naked when we went to bed. I may sleep naked because of my naturally high body heat, but she wears sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"Come on, I want to enjoy that shower before your parents get back," she said as she walked, her voice returning to its normal, chipper tone.

I looked down at my rock hard cock. It wouldn't be hard to take care of, a few strokes could relieve that ache. But I had promised, and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to keep that promise.

"It's going to be an hour before I can pee," I grumbled.

"Well," Jennifer said as she walked back in, "would it help if I said you can pee on me?"

"What?"

She was wearing a towel for some reason. The fact that it just barely covered her made her look more naked than when she was naked.

"I'm just teasing," she said, giving me a kiss. "Not my kind of thing. Though, I've never actually watched someone pee from a dick before."

I sat up, my cock even harder than a moment ago. "You've watched someone pee from a vagina before?"

"I thought you were the biologist," she teased. "Women don't pee from their vaginas, they pee from their urethras."

I stood, intentionally lifting the front of her towel with my cock. "You didn't answer the question."

"So what if I have?" she said, turning and starting to walk away.

I quickly grabbed the loose corner of her towel and held on as she left. The towel pulled away, but she kept walking as if nothing had changed.

"You better bring that with you," she called from the bathroom, "or I'm going to use your towel, and you'll just have to drip-dry."

For just a moment I thought about walking into the bathroom with her towel hanging from my steel rod of a cock. It was still wet with her saliva, and I decided it would be rude.

Steam filled the bathroom as we stood in the large tub.

"So, you have your doctor's appointment at 11. Are you excited?" I asked as Jennifer washed my back.

"I wouldn't say excited," Jennifer replied, uneasily.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I took the wash cloth from her hand. "It's just a consultation, right?"

"It's stupid." She turned to let me wash her back. "I'm going to the doctor to get a pill so I can have unprotected sex with my futa girlfriend-- sorry, chimera girlfriend."

I leaned over her shoulder and said, "You don't have to tell her that."

"I know, I know. Like I said, it's stupid. But there's still a little voice in my head wondering what I would say if asked." She squeaked a little as my hand dipped lower.

I let my hand slide up her back. "She probably will ask questions, just not specifically about me... okay, maybe one. She'll ask things like how many partners or has your partner been tested. She won't even use words like boyfriend or girlfriend, though a prescription for the pill would suggest one over the other."

"And she would be wrong," Jennifer said smugly.

"Yeah, but what are the odds she would guess chimera over boyfriend?" I asked, pulling her into a wet, soapy hug.

"Probably not as likely as this."

Her hand slid between our bodies and grabbed my cock. Before I could react, she shifted and pressed my cock into her ass. It didn't go far, soap is very bad lube.

She let out a sexy yet evil giggle.

"And it was just starting to go soft," I grumbled.

"Probably why it went in so far," she said, wiggling her hips. "This is why we keep a bottle of lube in the shower."

"Don't want to risk it here. What if we forget to put it away and my parents come home? What would they say?"

Jennifer looked over her shoulder, a warm smile on her face. "They'll say 'she's one lucky girl.'"

I pause for just a moment before saying slowly, "Which 'she' would they be talking about?"

Jennifer wiggled her hips again. Each wiggle slid my cock in just a fraction more.

"Either one," she said. "I think we're both pretty lucky."

I pulled her close, giving her an awkward kiss over her shoulder. My hips started to roll. I couldn't fuck her properly, but it still felt good.

"Nope," Jennifer interrupted, grabbing my hips. "You're still not allowed to get off."

"You started it," I complained.

She pulled away, her ass holding onto the tip of my cock for just a moment. "And I'm stopping it."

"This is going to happen all week, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yep," she chirped.

While my cock did eventually calm down, I still had to wear loose pants. The tucking underwear was nice and let me wear tight pants, but I had only been doing that for a week now. No one in school even questioned the sudden change back.

I had finally managed to calm all the way down by the time I drove home.

"Honey, I'm home," I called out as I walked in.

"You don't get to say that until we actually live together," Jennifer called back from the living room.

"Well, you are my honey, and I am home, so it still works," I said, turning away from the living room.

I heard Jennifer run up behind me. "Where are you going?"

Intentionally not looking at her, I said "Before you start teasing me again, I'm going to pee."

I didn't know exactly what I was expecting. Maybe she would pull down my pants. Maybe she would reach around and cup my cock. Something to tease me. I didn't expect her to simply say "Okay, I'll be in the living room."

Her voice was cheery, but it still worried me. I quickly relieved myself and walked back to her.

"Did you know there's an over the counter pill?" she asked.

My eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Yeah," she said grumpily, "and it doesn't have a seven-day waiting period. It's effective in forty-eight hours."

I wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, it's probably a good thing that she went to speak with the doctor about it. On the other, we could have been fucking for over a month.

"So, you got that then? We don't have to wait a week?" I asked excitedly.

We had planned on having to wait a week, but that meant the timer would end on a Tuesday. We'd still have to go to class the next day. Two days means we'd have all weekend to play.

Jennifer sighed. "No. I still got the prescription."

She held up the little circular container, opening it to show she'd already taken the first pill.

"Okay," I said, trying not to sound disappointed. "Out of curiosity, why?"

"Insurance," she replied. "This is covered under my health insurance, but we'd have to pay for the over the counter option."

"That's a good reason," I said, sitting down beside her. "Condoms aren't that expensive, how much is this other pill?"

"No idea. I don't even want to go look." She looked at me sadly. "I've been denying you for a month and didn't have to. We could have been having so much fun."

I put my hands on her cheeks. "Hay, hay, hay. Our relationship isn't just about sex. Yeah, it happens a lot, but that's not all there is. We help each other study, I'm teaching you to cook, we're halfway through our goal to 100% all the Mario Karts.

"Yeah, we missed out on a month, but..."

"But what?" she asked.

I took a steadying breath. "But I feel we're going to have plenty of time to make up for it. When I look ahead, I don't see an end to our relationship."

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you asking..."

"No!" I said quickly. "I'm just saying, maybe in the future... I see it as a possibility."

"Good," She said, sitting back on the couch. "My aunt would kill me if I got married so soon."

I waved off her comment. "Your aunt loves me."

"Yeah she does," she said cryptically.

I turned to her. "What does that mean?"

She scratched her head, her face said she half didn't want to say. "I think that if aunt Paula found out about your little secret," she pointed at my crotch, "she'd try to fuck you."

"Excuse me?"

"I was talking to her last month, just after we officially got together. She asked me if we had sex already. You know she's always been blunt about that kind of stuff. When I admitted it, she said, and I quote, 'Good. I'd fuck her too if she had the right equipment.'"

"Aunt Paula is hot," I said.

She put her finger in my face. "No! You are not allowed to fuck my aunt."

"Don't worry. I'd never cheat on you," I said, honestly.

She crossed her arms and harrumphed.

"I mean, it's not cheating if I asked you first, right?" I teased.

"That's it," she declared, standing up. "No sexy time for you today. We're going to spend the afternoon studying then go to bed early."

I didn't know if she recognized how much that wasn't a punishment. "So, all I have to do to get you to stop teasing me this week is crack jokes about your aunt."

Her eyes narrowed. "Keep talking, and I'll make those blue balls turn purple."

I had no idea what that meant, and I did not want to find out. "Uh... dinner then?"

Day 2: Thursday, February 23

It took several moments before I realized I wasn't dreaming as I lay with my eyes closed, listening to an angel's song. My sleep addled mind couldn't understand the words at first, only the soft melody.

"... Our love is on fire. Laying my life next to yours. Into darkness, we will wander but never alone..."

The voice pulled me from my bed like a spell. With a smile on my face I followed the siren song down the stairs to the kitchen.

Jennifer had moved on to another song by the time I looked in. The place was a mess. Pancake powder was everywhere, discarded eggshells sat leaking onto a paper towel, several used bowls sat around the sink.

None of that bothered me. We could easily clean up latter. What made my eyebrows shoot up was her naked ass. She wore nothing but my apron as she sang and danced while cooking.

I stood there, enjoying the view of her ass bouncing back and forth in front of the stove. Unable to resist any longer, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, making sure to snake my hands under the apron.

She let out a surprised squeal as she dropped the egg I didn't see she was holding. Her scream transformed into a low moan as she melted into my embrace.

"Ohhhh, warm."

I waited until she fished her earbuds out before asking, "Why are you naked? You hate the cold."

"I got up early and decided to make breakfast," she said, pointing to the mess on the stove.

It had become our thing to cook each other breakfast. Not every morning, but when we had time and when we were in the mood. The first time she had tried to cook, she burnt everything. That was the day I had started my cooking lessons.

This was the first time she had cooked naked, and the food looked pretty good. I don't know if the two are related, but I wouldn't have minded finding out.

"I can see that," I said. "But that doesn't explain the nudity in the cold."

"When I got down here, I saw your apron and remembered your birthday, how you were cooking naked. Remember?"

"I remember the mad dash to the bathroom as you walked in... uninvited," I teased.

She kept talking as if I hadn't said anything. "I thought it might be fun, so..." She nodded towards the kitchen chair where she had hung her sweatshirt.

I slid my hand up to cup one of her breasts, my fingers gently pinching her hard nipple. I repeated, "But you hate the cold."

"It's not that cold, and those are hard for a different reason." She wiggled her ass over my cock. "Speaking of, is that for me?"

"No," I started, but stopped myself. "Well, yes, it's all yours, but it's just my normal morning wood."

"Just think," she said, pressing her ass harder against me. "In a week you'll be able to bend me over the stove and fuck me on a whim."

"And risk burning breakfast?" I said in mock outrage. "Never!"

I pulled away from her and turned to start my morning routine.

"Ahhh, okay, now I'm cold," she squeaked.

As I walked away I said, "You can either put back on your clothes or I can turn up the heat. Your choice."

She looked over at her clothes then to my naked body.

"Heat please," she said quietly.

Day 3: Friday, February 24

My eyes snapped open to darkness. I was having one of those dreams that convinced me that I was done with sleep for the night. Something about a subway train and ghosts.

The phone screen said 5:40. At least I didn't miss out on too much sleep.

I rolled over and put my arm across Jennifer's stomach. She was sleeping on her back, wearing her favorite sweatshirt. Too hot for me, but I had to admit, it was soft.

An idea entered my head, something to make up for the other day when I woke up with her lips around my cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, my hand drifted down her stomach. Her sweatshirt had bunched up sometime in the night. My fingers touched the soft skin of her belly.

Good, that would make things easier.

My fingers kept sliding lower, slipping under the hem of her sweatpants. I had watched her get dressed, so I knew exactly what panties she was wearing. Nothing fancy, but also not super tight. Easy to get into.

I wished I could slip between her legs and use my tongue. It would only be fair, but I knew there was no way I could move that much without waking her, let alone pull off her pants.

My hand froze as she shifted. Her one knee bent, her leg moving to the side. Her head turned to face me.

I didn't even breathe as I waited to see if she was awake. I could just barely see the outline of her face. Were her eyes open? I couldn't tell. She didn't say anything.

After several moments of just listening to her breathing, I relaxed. She hadn't woken up.

My fingers slipped deeper into her pants, running through her soft hairs. With her legs spread, it was easier for me to reach my target. The tips of my fingers brushed over her lips, teasing more myself then her.

I had no idea how much time I had left, my phone was behind me. The alarm would go off at six, giving me twenty minutes to reach my goal. I wanted her to wake with my fingers deep inside her, pressing against that one spot.

Deciding to stop teasing myself, I pressed my finger between her lips. She was already slightly wet, easing my path. I slid my finger up and down between her lips, wetting my finger.

Her heat spread around my finger as I pressed inside. Deeper I went, eager to reach my goal before the alarm went off. I smiled as my finger brushed across the textured surface of her g-spot.

Just as I slowly started to rub, the alarm went off.

I found that the song Turret Wife Serenade made a good alarm. It was sharp enough to wake me from a deep sleep, but not too shocking. I had tried The Courtesy Call once and almost broke my phone in the adrenaline rush it caused.

My eyes were locked to hers when they snapped open. She didn't move, but I could feel her walls start to squeeze on my finger.

"Having fun?" she said.

Subtly no longer needed, my finger curled harder against that spot. Her breath hitched, and her eyes almost closed, but she didn't move otherwise.

"Payback for the other day," I said.

"Fair. But you're going to have to stop before I don't want you to."

Even though her body was still, I could feel her hips starting to twitch. She was close. I was tempted to keep going, to push her over the edge, but I didn't think I would live through the week if I did.

"You'll make my blue balls purple?" I joked as I pulled my finger out of her.

I left my hand resting on her pelvis, twirling my finger through her hairs.

"You have no idea how much I've been holding back." She said it as a joke, but I could hear the threat behind it.

I pulled my hand from her pants and said, "How about we just back off for right now? Take it easy until the pills kick in. If we keep going like this we're not going to survive the weekend."

Her breath hitched. "Right, weekend... Separate showers?"

"I could use a cold shower," I said, getting up.

She sighed. "Yeah, me too."

Day 4: Saturday, February 25

"Wanna go to the mall? Take our minds off... each other?" Jennifer asked.

My nose was buried in a textbook. I had re-read the same paragraph six times and not taken it in.

Setting the book down, I said, "Yeah, this isn't working."

We had been trying to pretend we were just a normal couple, but the countdown danced in our minds.

"Ugh," Jennifer groaned as she picked up her coat. "Why is this so hard? It's just sex. Why does it feel like it's defining our relationship?"

"It's not just sex," I said, grabbing my own coat. "It's us. It's like we're taking the next step in our relationship."

Jennifer froze. "Does that mean our relationship is based on sex?"

I looked into her worried eyes. "No, but sex is part of it. We would be just as anxious if we were moving in together or getting married. Probably more so. It's a small step in our relationship, but that doesn't make it an unimportant one."

She leaned over and kissed me. "You always know the right things to say."

I returned the kiss. "Honestly, I have no idea where that came from. I've been worried about the same thing, not able to think up an answer until just now. I'm sure you would have come to the same answer if I had asked first."

"What, like some kind of hive mind?" she asked as we walked to the car. "If our minds focus on the same problem they work together to come to an answer?"

I looked at her over the car, my hand frozen on the door. The human mind had no capacity for telepathic communication, as far as I knew anyway. But that would explain how we seem to work better together than apart, even when we don't speak.

Without a word and in perfect sync, we both got in the car. I looked at her and smiled.

The drive to the mall was mostly uneventful. Just a giant black SUV running a red light causing me to slam on my brakes. Sadly, not an uncommon event.

As we walked through the crowded lot I asked, "Is there anywhere specifically you wanted to go, or are we just going for a walk?"

"A walk, mostly," she said, taking in all the cars. "Somewhere we aren't tempted to start feeling each other up."

"There are bathrooms inside," I joked.

Jennifer grunted. "Don't tempt me."

My eyes locked to a black SUV driving up the lane.

"Is that the same SUV that ran the red light earlier?" I asked quietly, moving closer to the parked cars.

"I believe it is," Jennifer mumbled. "Fucking jackass."

I was trying not to make eye contact with the driver just in case they recognized us from when I had honked at them. Yeah, they had run the light, but I didn't want to risk making a thing of it.

Just as the SUV passed, I heard the sound of screeching tires and doors opening. Before I could even turn my head, I felt my arms being pulled behind my back and blinding pain at the base of my neck.

I managed to turn my head just enough to see a figure in black holding Jennifer. A second figure was holding some kind of injection pen to her neck. That fire in my chest suddenly flared, and I flexed against the arms holding me.

A coldness started to spread through my body, sapping my strength. My arms were twisted painfully as whoever was behind me adjusted their grip.

All I managed to get out was "I will fuckin'..." before my legs collapsed beneath me.

The world blurred and went dark. The last thing I heard was "Damn, this bitch is heavy."

Voices broke through the dark, distant voices, muffled as if underwater. I could almost understand them, but the words slipped from my mind before they could even finish saying them. Two voices, deep and gravely.

An itch formed on my wrists, growing to sharp pains. A pressure on my wrists sent half-numb tingles down my fingers. More pain shot through my body, a dull throbbing as if I had been sleeping on a park bench. But the worst was the headache. A burning pain that made me want to slip back into the darkness.

The voices cleared enough for me to understand. "... waking up. Get the boss."

Just breathing was difficult, but I managed to force my eyes open. All I saw was a blur of darkness and light. I tried to look around, but all I managed was to flop my head to one side.

A leg came into view. Black. Jennifer was wearing black leggings.

Memories flashed through my mind. My arms being pulled behind me. Sharp pain in my shoulder. A dark figure stabbing Jennifer with something.

Sparks of anger ignited in my chest. The fire burned up my back letting me turn my head the rest of the way.

Jennifer sat in a wooden chair, her arms pulled around the back of the chair. I could see her twitching slightly. She was alive.

I looked around, but the only other thing I saw was a bright light with nothing but darkness behind.

A door opened, and a cocky voice echoed through the room. "About time you wake up. I thought we would be here all night."

I tried to ask what the voice was talking about, but all I heard was mumbles.

"You're so weak," the oddly familiar voice continued. "Honestly, I was starting to be bored waiting for you to wake up. I had this whole speech prepared, and you two were just sitting there like sacks of shit."

"What... the... fuck..." I managed to squeeze out. I took another shallow breath and finished, "... is going on here."

The voice continued as if he hadn't heard what I said. "You think you can just jump me when I'm trying to talk to my lady?" The voice started to talk faster. "You think there aren't consequences for attacking the family? In my world you respect those who are better than you."

The voice was obviously male. Overly deep, like he was trying to sound more important than he was.

"You thought you were tough, sneaking up on me with that pipe. But where are you now? Weak, pathetic, tied to a chair. Completely at my mercy."

"You're a coward, Mark," came Jennifer's weak voice from beside me.

A hand pierced the darkness and slammed down on the table in front of us. Marks scrawny face floated into the light, the harsh shadows making his face look even more gaunt.

"Don't worry, babe... I'll get to you later," Mark said, not turning his eyes from me. "Once I finish dealing with your friend here, you and I are going to sit down, and I'll fix the lies this bitch has put in your head."

A shiver ran up my spine as a wave of nausea flowed over my body. The world spun.

Mark laughed. "Look at you. Shaking like a leaf. See? That's what real power feels like when it finally catches up to you."

He pulled back into the shadow and I heard the low thump of his shoes as he walked around the table. Stepping back into the light, he stood before me, his face leaning close to mine.

"You're nothing. Just a small, helpless girl who got way out of her depth."

"Sam's ten times the man you'll ever be," Jennifer said from beside me.

Low chuckles came from the darkness.

In a flash, Mark's hand rose as if he was going to slap Jennifer. The movement was stiff, as if his elbow couldn't unbend. Something solid peeked out of his jacket sleeve.

He wagged his finger at her before turning back to me. "I'll deal with you first."

Another wave of nausea focused on my stomach. I leaned forward and vomited on Mark's shoes.

Loud laughter echoed from the darkness.

"SHUT IT!" Mark screamed at the voices.

The room fell silent.

In an instant, Mark's uninjured hand quickly came down, hitting me across the face. I felt nothing, but instantly tasted copper.

Mark grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. "You just bought yourself a much longer night, bitch. I'm gonna take my time with you. I'm gonna break you in way you can't even fathom. And when you're completely destroyed, then I'll let you die."

The fire that was building in my chest flared, and I pulled on the ropes. My muscled flexed, the rough ropes dug into my wrists. The chair creaked and groaned with the force, but held strong.

Mark just laughed. "Look at you. Shaking, pulling against the ropes like a trapped animal. Realized your out of options, haven't you? There's no pipe this time, no cheap shots from behind. It's just you, tied to this chair, completely at my mercy."

His hand moved forward, pressing against my breast.

"Don't worry," he whispered, giving a little squeeze. "The fun is just getting started."

His face twisted into a grotesque grin as his hand slowly slid down my belly.

I tried to head but him, but his injured hand held my hair tight. I took comfort in knowing what was coming. It might be the last thing I would do, but at least I'd be able to laugh in his face as his wandering hand found my little secret.

Just as his fingertips started to slip into the hem of my pants, the door opened again.

"What's going on in here?" a calm voice asked.

The voice wasn't yelling. It wasn't frantic or forced like Mark's. It was low, measured, and filled the room with real authority.

I could feel Mark's entire body freeze.

The lights flashed on to reveal a tall, well-built man wearing a comfortable looking house coat. His hair was black, except for gray spots at his temples. His blue eyes quickly scanned the room.

The two men who were previously hidden in the shadows, quickly stood from their seats, seemingly trying to stand at attention.

The older man walked up to the two goons.

"What was your first mistake?" he asked softly.

The taller of the two men stuttered, "I-uh... Don, we were just... Mark said we were on an assignment, we thought-"

The Don raised his hand, silencing the man instantly. "You were supposed to protect him," he said, his voice flat. "Keep him out of trouble. Not kidnap two girls. That was your first mistake." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Your second mistake was not knowing that."

The tall man went pale, his mouth opened, but he didn't dare speak again.

The Don turned away from them without another word. The two goons' shoulders slumped as if a great weight had been lifted. The older man calmly walked up to Mark.

Mark hadn't moved, his hand still tucked just inside my pants.

"What was your first mistake?" the Don asked, his voice still not changing.

Mark instantly shot up, standing straight in front of the Don. He cleared his throat and said, "I went to see Jennifer."

"Last week, yes," the don said. "And what was your second mistake?"

Mark's eyes darted around, trying to think. "I went back for her," he finally said slowly.

"Correct." The Don's eyes grew dark. "And what was your third mistake?"

What little color that was in Mark's face drained away. "Don, wait. Listen. She broke my wrist, she attacked me. I had to do something. If the plebs think they can get away with disrespecting the family, if they think they can just-"

"Your third mistake," the Don interrupted, "was bringing this into my house." He growled the last two words.

The Don just turned away and looked at the two goons. "Get him out of here."

Mark lunged for the door, trying to run, but the goons were closer than he was. With almost no effort, they stepped in front of him and grabbed him under his arms. Lifting him completely off the ground, they carried him through the door.

"Please! Wait!" Mark called out as his legs kicked frantically. "I can still be useful. Just give me another chance. You owe me. You owe me!"

His voice was cut off by the door closing behind the goon.

"I broke him out of jail, gave him a job." The Don turned back towards us, his tone suddenly light. "And he still thinks I owe him?"

The Don slowly started walking towards me.

"I really must apologize for all this." he said warmly as he pulled a knife from his coat. "Mark was a new hire who overstepped his bounds. His instructions were clear: Do not interact with anyone other than customers or potential threats."

The Don walked behind my chair and I felt cold metal on my wrist. The pressure of the rope fell away. As I rubbed my scratched and bleeding wrists, the Don cut Jennifer's ropes.

"I wouldn't get up yet, if I were you two," the Don said, softly. "Just give yourselves a few minutes. Those drugs are nasty, and being tied to a chair is very bad for the circulation."

He stepped back around the desk, looking us over almost like a concerned parent.

"Who are you?" Jennifer asked, her voice stronger, but still raspy. "What are you going to do to us?"

Seeming content that we weren't going to get up suddenly, he pulled one of the other chairs closer to the desk and sat down. "Who I am isn't important. Just know that I control things here."

He leaned back in the chair.

"As for what I'm going to do to you, I'm going to have my men give you a ride to wherever you would like... in a bit. Like I said, it will take a while for you to recover."

My mind could barely process the sudden shift in tone from the dark authority when dealing with Mark to the friendly grandfather he sounded like now.

The Don raised his hand and snapped. Instantly the door opened and a tall man in a black suit walked in.

"Please get these lovely women some water and a snack from the kitchen," the Don said without looking at the newcomer.

The man bowed and turned. Without a word he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

A heavy stillness fell over the room. The Don just sat there, waiting patiently.

"Jennifer Lee Harkness," The Don said suddenly. "Age: 22. Birthday: March, 25th. Currently, in your first year at the local community collage. Currently, resides in Dorm B, room 102."

I heard Jennifer mumble, "The fuck?"

"Samantha May Gilford," the Don continued in the same flat tone. "Age: 21. Birthday: January 1st. Also in your first year at the local community collage. Currently resides with your parents at 432 Ridge Road.

"I must say, you're the first person for who I found it difficult to find medical information. I could have pushed, dug up your entire history, but it wasn't important." He paused for a moment. "And judging from where Mark's hand was, I'm sure you appreciate that I didn't delay my arrival."

I was starting to understand the situation we were in. This man wasn't winging it, he walked into this room knowing what was about to happen. And if he was telling the truth about just letting us go, it was all the more reason to be afraid.

"Thank you for that," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I do appreciate you stepping in to stop him."

The door opened again, and the tall man walked in carrying a silver tray with two glasses and a plate. He sat the tray on the desk in front of us before turning to the Don.

The Don gestured to the food. "I know your stomachs are..." his eyes turned quickly to the stain on the carpet, "... unstable. I assure you the food will help. Just eat and drink slowly."

Looking up at the suited man, the Don added, "Please make sure this room is scheduled for cleaning before our guest arrives tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," the man responded instantly.

He turned on his heel and walked back out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him.

I looked closely at the food, not quite sure what I was looking at. It didn't look very appealing, some kind of small fruit and cheese, maybe, wrapped in what looked like bacon. They looked like those appetizers rich people eat on TV, the ones that look like they would be horrible in the real world.

I looked at Jennifer, and she looked back at me.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing at the tray.

I tried to sound polite, like I was just curious. The odds of him poisoning us were basically nonexistent. Judging by what happened to Mark, if he wanted to kill us, we wouldn't be talking.

"Try it first, then I'll tell you," he said in a warm, cheery voice.

"My father said the same thing when he wanted me to try calamari," Jennifer mumbled.

The Don's face fell a little, and in a soft voice he said, "I'm sorry about your parents. That asshole went on to make $4.6 million that year."

"You're a mob boss or something, can't you do something about that? Get him arrested or something?" Jennifer asked

The Don gave a half smile. "If you're willing to talk favors, I could probably make something happen."

Jennifer just looked back down at the silver tray.

The Don just shrugged, then gestured to the plate. "Eat. I assure you it's quite delicious."

Taking the risk, I picked one of the appetizers from the plate and gave it a quick sniff. It smelled of honey. I put it in my mouth.

Every single taste bud fired at once. Honey was the primary flavor at first, mixed with hints of salt. As I bit down, the sweetness of the fruit mixed with the honey that mixed with the tangy flavor of the cheese and the savory meat. It wasn't bacon, but it was definitely ham. It was everything all at once, and somehow it worked.

I looked at Jennifer and pointed to the plate. Through a mouthful of whatever it was, I said, "These are really good."

As Jennifer reached for her own, the Don said "I shall give your compliments to the chef. They are prosciutto wrapped figs with goat cheese."

I didn't know what prosciutto was, but right then I didn't care. The second the appetizer hit my stomach I realized just how hungry I was. We hadn't eaten lunch, figuring we would get something at the mall, and there was no way to tell how long we'd been out.

Just as I was biting into a second fig, the Don said, "Mark told me that you attacked him with a pipe. Snuck up behind him and broke his wrist. In my line of work, I meet lots of people just like him. After a while you get an instinct for who is lying and who isn't.

"I had my doctors give me his medical reports. Multiple surgeries to repair his wrist, by the way. He must have been in a lot of pain. Another one was scheduled for next week."

She tried to hide it, but a smile pulled at Jennifer's lips.

"I figured you might appreciate that," the Don said, smiling. "But his injuries weren't caused by a pipe. His wrist was crushed, like he was put into a vice."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked to me. "Care to explain?"

I froze, my mouth still full. There was no way I could explain what I had done without explaining how I had done it. A lie would be a mistake, I'd end up wherever they took Mark, but the truth might be just as bad.

My mouth went dry, my heart pounded in my chest.

"Fine, keep your secrets," the Don said after a few terrifying moments. "I like people who can keep a secret... as long as they aren't a risk to me."

He leaned back in his chair, tenting his fingers again.

"Whatever happened, you clearly handled it. I get the feeling Mark wasn't having a polite conversation with Jennifer either," the Don said, his voice returning to a warm, conversational tone. "Just tell me you were defending her from him."

I glanced at Jennifer, her eyes were wide, locked to the Don. I swallowed hard and turned back to the man.

"He was trying to get Jennifer to go with him," I said, trying desperately to keep my voice calm. "I... stopped him from attacking her."

The Don's smile grew wider, a glint of genuine approval in his eye.

"Good," he said. "A man should show respect to a woman. A gentleman should respect everyone.

"When you're done eating, and you're feeling fit to travel, I'll have one of my men drive you wherever you would like to go," the Don said, changing the subject. "I would assume you would want to go to the mall and pick up your car, but anywhere is fine. The house, the dorm, or even a police station if you would like."

His tone of voice didn't change, he didn't shift in his chair, he didn't even look at us directly, but his words suddenly grew darker. "I would recommend against that last one. Nothing... useful would come of it. The offending party will be punished and, I assure you, will never bother you again."

I swallowed again, not entirely sure what to make of it. What will happen to Mark was clear, but it honestly didn't sound like he was threatening us. It was more like the police just wouldn't do anything.

"The-the mall is fine," I stuttered.

"Good," The Don said, clapping his hands together. "When you're ready I'll walk you to the car." He paused for just a moment before adding, "You'll forgive an old man's paranoia, but when we reach the front door, I will insist on you two wearing blindfolds."

"Don't worry," he added in response to my confused look. "I just like my privacy."

He asked it like he was asking us to take off our shoes before we stepped on the carpet, but the meaning was clear. He didn't want us knowing where we were.

The Don stayed seated as we finished eating. It wasn't much, it didn't fill our stomachs, but he had been right. I did feel much better.

Jennifer finished her last bite and took the last sip of her water. The color had returned to her cheeks, though she still seemed pale, scared.

I turned to the Don and said, "I think we're ready."

"Wonderful," the Don replied, standing from his chair. "Right this way, ladies."

Being the gentleman he thought he should be, he held open the door for us as we left the room. Outside was a hallway that looked like it was straight out of a movie. Long, with brightly painted walls and dark wood doors. Several paintings I didn't recognize hung alongside several marble statues.

I wanted to crack a joke about how the obligatory naked person statue seemed to be missing, but it felt inappropriate.

At the end of the hallway was a door that opened to a jaw-dropping entrance way. Our shoes clicked on the marble floor, our path was lit by a massive crystal chandelier. It even had two curving stairs that lead to the same landing before splitting again to go to the second floor.

It was all utterly unnecessary and screamed wealth.

The same man in a suit as before was already standing by the door.

The Don stopped before we reached the door and turned to us. "For security reasons, you both will be escorted out one at a time." He turned to the suited man and said, "Please, blindfold Ms. Harkness and lead her to the car."

Without a word, the man stepped up to Jennifer and held out a blindfold. She hesitated for only a moment before putting it on. I watched as the man lead Jennifer through the door.

"One more thing, before you go," the Don said to me. "I didn't want to say this in front of your... friend. The golf course has quite a few cameras, both inside and out. I convinced them to give me a copy of the day in question."

A rock formed in the pit of my stomach. We had done so much in that building even before the incident.

The Don continued. "As I hinted before, I like to know what's going on with my people. Mark had lied to me, I wanted to know what really happened. What I found was more than I could have imagined."

His voice was still polite and kind. Like he had just read a good book.

"From the video, I can clearly see you love Jennifer dearly," the Don said. "So, as a way of apologizing for the events of today, I offer you and her my protection. No one in this family, or anyone we have influence over, will ever harm either of you. This is a gift from me and requires nothing more from you."

I shook my head. "I don't believe that."

The Don raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

I tried to keep my voice polite. He may have just promised never to hurt me, but I had my doubts. "You were talking about favors earlier, when Jennifer spoke of the shithead who killed her parents. You don't do anything for free. What do you get in return for your protection?"

He waved a finger at me and smiled. "Smart girl. You're right, I do want something from you. It's nothing big, in fact it's next to nothing at all."

He took a leisurely step back and started pacing as he walked. "I only looked at the video from inside the golf course after I saw what you did to Mark outside. It wasn't as clean as I would have liked, but I think I got the idea.

"Someone like you, looking so weak and helpless, yet hiding such strength... I could use someone like you."

A faint smile touched his lips. "I've just had a position open up. It's entry-level, but it pays well. Excellent health care."

My heart pounded in my chest. He was offering me a job?

"That's what I request in return for your protection." the Don finished.

"I'm in college..." Sam said, pure confusion in her voice. "For biology."

"Yes, you are," the Don said without missing a beat. "And that makes it all the better. I need smart people. You've seen what happens when I hire idiots."

"Why did you hire Mark?" I regretted the question the second I said it. I shouldn't be prying, not around a mob Don.

"Oh, that." the Don waved it away. "He helped out a... friend in jail. In return, I broke him out and gave him a job. Didn't think he would fuck it up so quickly."

Taking the job wasn't really an option for me. I had school, I had to study. I couldn't moonlight as a mob enforcer. But there probably wasn't a simple way to say no either. This guy was a mob Don. He probably didn't get there by not getting what he wanted.

"Can I think about it?" I heard myself ask.

"Certainly. Take all the time you need." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. "Tomorrow, next week, two years from now, just give this number a call when you're ready."

I took the card. It was blank except for a ten-digit phone number.

"What area code is this?" I blurted out.

"Now then," the don said more loudly. "Let's get you back to your friend. She's probably worried sick right now."

The man in the suit must have been just on the other side of the door. As if on cue, he stepped in and handed me a blindfold. Eager to get this day over with, I put it on and let myself be led out into the cold air.

The ride was silent for several minutes that felt like an eternity. The car would turn this way and that, seemingly making several left turns in a row. Even if I was trying to remember where we had gone, I wouldn't have been able to.

A gruff voice from in front of us said, "You may take off the blindfolds now."

"We're there already?" I heard Jennifer ask as I pulled mine off.

The voice replied, "No, but we're far enough away that secrecy is no longer a concern."

I found myself sitting in the back of a stretch limo. Dark leather and wood paneling covered everything, lit by strip lights tucked into the ceiling.

Two large men sat in the side bench staring forward, not acknowledging us.

I looked out the window to see trees sliding by. We traveled through dense forest, barely lit by the half moon.

"Sam... where are we going?" Jennifer whispered. "Where is he taking us?"

I took Jennifer's trembling hands in mine, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "He's taking us to the mall to get my car. We're just taking the scenic route"

"How can you be sure?" Jennifer whispered.

I thought for a moment. "You remember what he said about going to the police? He didn't threaten us, he just said that it would serve no useful purpose? He's not afraid of us, he has no reason to trick us. I'd bet that if we did go to the police, nothing at all would happen. They'd probably ask him about it, he would say it's handled, and they'd drop it."

We continued to travel in silence for quite a while. Neither of us had our cell phones, so we couldn't tell the time, and I was too afraid to ask.

Eventually the forest gave way to the occasional house and eventually the suburbs. It wasn't long after that before we were pulling up behind my car.

The limo driver instantly stepped out and opened the back door for us. It was strange to be treated like this. Was the Don trying to show off his power, or was he just so used to this treatment that he didn't know any other way?

We stepped out into the now empty parking lot. I had to squint against the blinding overhead lights.

"What time is it?" I asked.

The driver looked at his watch and said, "It's two thirty, miss."

Day 5: Sunday, February 26

He reached into his coat and pulled out two phones. "Your phones."

Jennifer gasped, and snatched her phone from his hand. She held it to her chest as if afraid the man would take it back. I took mine more carefully, trying not to piss these people off.

"We will remain here until you leave the lot," the driver added, his voice flat. "Just to make sure you two are safe."

He gave a crisp nod and, as if trained by the military, took a sharp step back, turned and got back into the limo.

Jennifer and I looked at each other and quickly turned to my car. It wasn't nearly as luxurious as the limo, but it felt so much safer. The limo could have bulletproof glass and bombproof side panels, but there was something about sinking into the driver's seat of my own car.

Trying to move quickly, but not obviously so, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove away. I kept an eye on the limo until the brick wall of a clothing store blocked my view. They didn't move.

"So," Jennifer said, her voice shaky. "Are we going to have to keep looking over our shoulders for them now?"

"I don't think so," I said softly.

Jennifer looked at me, her eyes begging for understanding. "How can you be so sure about all this. That was the fucking mob, like movie level mob. Mark is dead, that guy had him killed. Don't get me wrong, he deserved it, but how can you know that guy isn't going to do that to us?"

"Look around," I said softly. "There's no one on the road. No cars, no people. No one is following us. The limo didn't even move when we left. If he wanted us dead, we'd be dead. They're not coming after us."

Jennifer fell silent. I could tell that she understood what I was saying, but she didn't really feel it. She needed something more, something to make her feel truly safe.

"He offered me a job," I said.

"WHAT!?" she screamed, leaving my ears ringing. "You turned him down, right?"

"I-" I started

"But you can't say no, can you," she said quickly. "Oh, god. He's a monster, Sam. He's not going to take no for an answer."

"Jen, Jen, calm down." I took her hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. "I didn't tell him no, but I didn't tell him yes either. I asked for time, and he told me to take all the time I need. If it's a day or several years, the offer's still open."

I could only look at her for brief moments. I was glad no one else was on the road.

"I get the feeling that he just doesn't care," I said softly. "Yes, he wants me to work for him, but it's just not that important to him. He has so many other people working for him already."

"Why does he want you?" Jennifer said, her voice slightly calmer.

"Uh..." I wasn't sure what to say, so I decided on the truth. "You remember when you said there weren't cameras at the black light golf place?"

"Yeah, a guy from class use to work there," she said. "He told me."

"Well, his information is out of date. There are apparently cameras all over that building." I said quietly.

There was a quiet pause as my words sunk in.

"SHIT!"

"He got the video of that day," I continued. "He saw what I did to Mark."

"He did say he didn't believe Mark," Jennifer mused.

I took a calming breath and said, "And he strikes me as the kind of guy who doesn't like possible threats. If he had just believed Mark, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation."

"So we got lucky?" She asked.

I reluctantly nodded. "We got lucky that the apparently local mob Don is smart. We lucked ourselves into being safer this morning than we were yesterday morning."

"How? We weren't on the mob's radar yesterday." I could tell she was still on the edge of another panic attack, but she did seem to be calmer.

I continued to reassure her. "He offered me a job. He's not going to risk losing that. So, he's going to make sure that his people stay away from us, but he also won't want any of his enemies to have me either. We literally have the protection of the mob right now."

I heard her let out a breath and I knew she would be alright. "Okay, I admit, that's kinda cool."

We remained silent the rest of the short trip back to my house. The car stopped in the driveway, and we just sat in silence for a moment, letting it all sink in.

"If you take the job at the mob, could you get favors?" Jennifer asked.

I slowly turned to her. "Do you want me to take the job?"

"I'm not saying yes..." she paused, thinking. "But I'm not saying no either."

I raised my eyebrow and said "Let's sleep on this. We can take some time to think about all that's happened. We've got lots of time."

Not two seconds after I closed the front door behind us, Jennifer said "Finally, I need to deal with this."

I cocked my head at her as her hand went straight down the back of her pants. She let out a little grunt and her hand retreated holding a familiar shiny object.

"When did you put that in?" I blurted out.

She shrugged. "This morning... or, I guess, yesterday morning."

My jaw dropped.

"I know, I know. We promised not to tease each other until Wednesday, but I couldn't resist. I knew we were going to get bored studying, so I started to make plans."

I stared in shock as she turned and walked to the bathroom.

"You had a butt plug in while you were talking with a mob Don!" I called out after her.

She stopped, her hand on the knob. "I did, didn't I."

Day 6: Monday, February 27

It took several slaps to get my phone alarm to turn off. I groaned, nowhere near ready to wake up.

Jennifer slept beside me, softly snoring. I didn't want to wake her, but we had to get ready for class, and my parents would be coming home today.

She snorted as I shook her, but she didn't wake.

After nearly a week of abstinence, teasing, and the adrenaline rush from the previous day, I was tempted to give in to my desires. So I did, but not as much as I would have liked.

My hand slid under her sweatshirt and found her soft breast. I was trying to wake her, so I didn't go slow. My thumb traced over her nipple as I pulled up her top with my forearm.

Her breathing changed, and I could tell that she was awake, but she didn't move. I let my fingers trace down her side, before I pressed into her skin, just below her ribs.

"AHH!" she laughed out loud as I ticked her. "You bastard!"

I brought my face close to hers. "Just making sure you're up."

With a gentle push, I rolled her onto her back and swung my leg over her hip.

"Oomph. You're heavy," she said.

I pressed my lips to hers as our breasts squished together.

"And you love it," I said.

A wide smile spread on her face, her eyes narrowed. "Damn right."

The soft fabric of her pajama pants slid over my cock as it pressed between her legs.

Jennifer sighed and mumbled to herself, "Two more days, two more days."

I lifted myself up off of her, saying, "Okay, time to get up. You have really bad morning breath."

She pulled her sweatshirt up to cover her mouth.

In the shower, I stared at my wrists. Black and blue bruises wrapped the entire way around, just under my hands. The skin wasn't swollen anymore, but dozens of tiny cuts could be seen.

"You alright?" Jennifer asked.

I let out a soft sigh and said, "Yeah, it's just odd. I can almost forget that it happened, but every time I look down, there's a constant reminder."

Jennifer took my hands in hers. "You put antibacterial cream on these, right?"

"What kind of biologist do you take me for?" I asked.

She let out a little chuckle. "A much more urgent question: How are you going to hide these from your parents? They come home today."

"I've been thinking about that," I said. "The best way I can think of is long sleeves. I'll borrow one of your shirts."

"You never wear long sleeves."

"I also never wore tight pants until you gave me that tucking underwear." I shrugged. "I'm trying a different look."

Turning back to the shower I added, "Not like anyone would notice. I'm not exactly popular."

Her arms came around my sides and wrapped around my hips. I sank into her embrace.

"You're only unpopular because you don't let yourself be," She said, giving me a squeeze. "And you don't let yourself be popular because of that." She pointed down at my cock.

It was actually calm for once, hanging limply in the shower spray. I guess I can stay hard for only so long.

"What are you going to do if anyone notices your wrists?" She asked, changing the subject back. "Sleeves bunch up."

"I'll be careful." An idea came to mind. "And if someone does notice, I'll just say we tried some bondage play over the weekend, and it got a little out of hand."

"Not super far from the truth," Jennifer agreed. "Though I don't think I'm up for bondage play. At least not for a while."

I looked down at my wrists. "Yeah, I think I'm good for a bit." I looked over my shoulder at her. "Though, a pentagram rope harness would look nice on you."

"Don't get yourself too worked up, we still have a day left," She said, releasing me.

I was just about to ask what she meant when I remembered our little agreement. For almost a week, her challenge to not get off filled my mind. In just a little over a day, that thought had been pushed out by the business card I stuck in my desk drawer.

A simple white, rectangular piece of paper that had only ten numbers on it. I never thought something so simple would bother me so much. The day before, I had held it over the trash can, intending on throwing it out. I could just throw it away and be free of it. The Don had said two years and that was probably just a number he pulled out of his head. I'd be in college for another three and a half.

But a thought stopped me. Being in a mob Don's good graces might come in really handy. Entry level biology jobs don't pay that well, assuming one even exists. Might be a good idea to have an emergency 'plan F.'

"Earth to Sam," Jennifer said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, uh... sorry... I was just lost in the thought of you in rope bondage," I said.

She rolled her eyes and pointed to my wrists. "Let those heal first, and then we can talk about bondage. Preferably with better rope."

"And the but plug?" I teased.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Probably not. That thing has memories attached to it now. I don't want to be thinking about Mark when I'm using that thing."

I pulled her close and said, "I guess we'll just have to attach better memories to it. Like black light golf?"

She shook her head. "Where it all started? Nah."

"I could buy you a new one," I suggested.

"Or," she said slowly. "You could just wait and use that fat cock on me. That plug wasn't big enough anyway."

"What about me?" I said in mock disappointment.

"I'm looking at strap ons," she replied, defensively. "There's a really pretty blue one I found that's all sparkly. It's got balls though. I don't want a strap on with balls."

"Why not?" I asked.

Her hands slid around my sides and pressed gently to the base of my belly, right where I had pointed when we were talking about my testicles that first day.

"Why do you think?" she asked.

"What about that make-your-own-dildo thing? We could try that," I said.

I could feel her eyes grow wide behind me.

"I could fuck you with your own cock? Oh my god, that's so fucking hot." She started talking faster, like she always did when she got excited about something. "I'd have to figure out how to make it so it mounts to a harness, but we are fucking doing that. Do you think you can keep it hard long enough for the alginate to set?"

The thought of sinking my cock into a tub of dental alginate was already tempting. Knowing that not only was it going to happen, but she was going to fuck me with my own dick set off a chain reaction.

I turned around, showing her my rock hard cock. "Take a guess."

The look she gave me told me she was just as excited about the idea as I.

I gave her a wicked smile. "You know, they make kits for-"

"Sam, we're home!" my mom's voice interrupted.

"Fuck!" I almost screamed.

"You said they weren't coming back till this afternoon," Jennifer whispered.

"They weren't supposed to," I whispered back.

"You almost done in there?" mom's voice came from the other side of the door. "Your father needs help getting something out of the car."

"I'll be out in a minute," I called back.

Jennifer and I looked at each other. I just shrugged in resignation.

A moment later I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body, my hands behind my back.

"You could have borrowed my bath robe," mom said. "I know you don't like purple, but it would have been easier than a towel."

"Yeah, about that," I said just as a purple blur dashed out of the bathroom into my room.

"Why don't we do that anymore?" dad asked, coming up behind mom.

Mom turned around and gave him a gentle smack on his chest. "You know why."

"I am not involved in this," I said, quickly stepping away.

Day 7: Tuesday, February 28

All night I had dreams of fucking Jennifer. It felt like every ten minutes I would wake back up from yet another dream. I tried not to interrupt her sleep, but it was hard, I was hard.

The dim numbers on my phone told me I had managed to survive till five in the morning.

"AAAAHHH! I can't take it anymore," I growled.

"Bout fucking time," Jennifer said instantly. "I haven't been able to sleep for hours."

I quickly rolled over and grabbed her pants. It took all my willpower not to just rip them off. They flew through the air to land somewhere I didn't care about. I grabbed her panties.

"These are my old ones," Jennifer said softly. "I was just about to throw them away."

She cried out in surprise as I pulled, tearing the fabric.

"Okay, let's not do that again," she said, rubbing her hips. "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would."

"I'm sorry," I said, leaning down to kiss her hip, my hand rubbing the other side.

"You'll just have to make it up to me," she said.

My hand slid from her hip and over the soft hairs on her mound. Just as my fingers brushed the top of her pussy, she shoved my hand away.

"NO! No more teasing. Get your cock over here and fuck me," she demanded.

For an instant, I thought about teasing her more. The ache between my legs quickly convinced me otherwise.

We quickly shifted around, me moving between her legs, and her moving more to the center of the mattress. I was glad we were at her place on the full sized bed. We could barely sleep on my twin let alone fuck.

Her pussy was swollen and glistening in the dark, her wetness reflecting the small amount of light coming from the streetlights outside. My cock was rock hard and ready to go. As horny as I was, somehow my cock was just soft enough to let me aim.

"Do it! Take me, make me yours," Jennifer said.

I stop and look at her. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry. I've been reading too many fan fictions," she said sheepishly.

I gave her a hurt look. "And you didn't share?"

"I'll read you one later. Right now, you have a job to do," she growled.

The tip of my cock touched her lips. I had done this many times before, but this was the first time I didn't have a layer of polyisoprene between us. It felt so much more real as I slid the tip of my cock between her lips.

"Oh, that feels different," Jennifer said. "I can feel the texture of your skin."

"And you feel... so much better," I moaned.

I slid the tip of my cock down, pressing against her entrance. It slid in easily. Her heat slowly engulfed the head of my cock. I moved out and back in, sinking in a little more with each stroke. It didn't take long until I felt my pelvis press against hers, her lips wrapped around the base of my cock.

When I had fucked her with a condom, everything felt smooth. Now I could feel the texture of her soft walls.

"I can feel your heartbeat inside me," she whispered.

I could feel it too. My cock was so hard it throbbed with my pulse, or was it hers?

Slowly, I started fucking into her, just an inch at a time at first. Her arms wrapped around my back, her legs wrapped around my hips, squeezing me, guiding my movements.

We settled into our normal rhythm, but everything felt... more.

I bit my tongue, trying to force back my orgasm. She had always been okay with me being a little quick, but after the week of teasing, I was on the edge the instant I felt her lips stretch around me. I didn't want to ruin the moment by being that quick.

I looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Soft moans were forced out of her with each thrust. Her chin lifted, lips searching. I pressed my lips to hers, and her tongue instantly snaked out to find mine.

Everything hit me all at once. The feeling of her slick walls squeezing down on me, her feet pressing into my back, her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't hold back and thrust my hips as hard into her as I could.

Her eyes shot open as she felt the first rope of cum. They rolled and closed again as I felt her legs squeeze tighter, trying to pull me further in. Her walls clamped down like a vice again and again as we both came.

The moment dragged on as I filled her properly for the first time.

Panting, I collapsed on top of her, doing my best to pull her into a hug. We lay there for several minutes, just feeling the aftershocks of our shared orgasm.

We rolled over, laying side by side, but still cuddling.

"That was... different," Jennifer whispered.

"Different good, or different bad?" I asked.

She thought a moment and said, "Different good. What did you think?"

I gave myself a moment to think and said, "You still have bad morning breath."

Her laugh echoed through the room like an angel's song.

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