by Eurydice
(01/03/01)

So this is where we had finally ended up, staring at each other across a room filled with late sunlight and palpable tension. Moments after I had asked the question that needed asking, and he'd answered me.

"No. I think it would be a bad idea if we slept together."

The flat statement filled the silence, even as fury rose in me. No? NO? What the fuck did he think he was doing? Weeks ago he had come up behind me in a hallway and slipped his hand under my shirt to run his thumbs over my suddenly hard nipples, breathing hot promises into my ear as I shivered, breaking away just as someone opened a door. A week ago, coming back from a club where we had teased one another to the meltdown point, he'd pinned me against a wall and run his hand up my skirt, brushing my panties aside and slipping a finger just inside me, bringing it to his lips with a smile. I'd been in a state of constant arousal for weeks, and now he dared to say no to me?

I knew why he was doing this, and it wasn't for any lack of desire on his part. I'd seen it, felt it too clearly to be misled. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I was sure. If he wasn't entirely disentangled from his ex, whose problem was it, anyway? It sure as hell wasn't mine. Did he think I was a toy? Did he think this was a game?

I stared at him for long moments, gauging his resolve. He looked back, an element almost of pleading in his eyes. Abruptly, I decided. I refused to allow this to continue.

He stiffened slightly as I stalked purposefully toward him. "Relax, Sparky, I'm not going to rape you," I snarled. I straight-armed him in the chest and he toppled backward into a chair, wide-eyed with startlement. Then his expression darkened. He opened his mouth angrily and I said "Shut up. Leave if you want. Stay if you want. It's your apartment; I won't make you do anything. But if you're going to stay, stay right there."

His expression went back to wide-eyed as I started to unzip my shirt. I did it slowly, letting it slide off my shoulders a little, revealing a slice of skin interrupted by a thin white line of bra. I didn't take it off when I was finished. I just closed my eyes and ran my fingertips lightly over that strip of skin. Up and down, over my throat, my collarbone, the valley between my breasts, my belly. My head fell back slightly as I slipped my hand inside the shirt and cupped a breast, my other hand stroking the side of my throat where the pulse beats and then sliding down to the other breast and then running my nails up my abdomen till my fingers reached my lips.

I opened my eyes. He was staring at me with a glazed look, his lips slightly parted. As he saw me looking at him, he moved as if to get up. "Leaving? I'm not surprised. It's what I expected," I sneered. His eyes cleared for a second as he glared at me and stayed where he was. I flicked the shirt off and watched his eyes move as if against his will to my chest. My bra was simple, white, and nearly transparent. I liked its contrast against my olive skin. To hell with him, at least I thought I was sexy.

I ran my palms lightly over my nipples. Hard, of course. They're very sensitive. They were clearly defined through the thin soft stuff of my bra. I cupped my breasts and rolled the nipples lightly between my thumb and index finger. Heat shot through me and pooled in my belly. I curved a hand beneath one breast and freed it from the bra. Licking my fingers, I circled the nipple till it was rock hard, then pinched it firmly. A little sound escaped me.

I glanced his way. His hands were clenched on the chair arms and he was leaning forward tensely. There was a visible bulge in his jeans. I looked away again. Not my problem.

I rippled my nails over my other nipple, then ran my hands down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. One returned to my exposed nipple, the other popped the button on my fly and undid my zipper. My fingertips slipped over the triangle of translucent white that was revealed and down into darkness. He was still watching, and I'd never been so wet.

My hand delved into my panties, fingertips tracing the outline of my pussy lips. One finger found my throbbing clit and brushed it lightly, back and forth. Another finger began to slide delicately into me. I imagined that it was his, and sucked in a sharp hissing breath at the resulting blaze of arousal.

I shoved my shorts down and away. The touch on my clit grew more insistent as the finger moved deeper into my pussy. My knees buckled and I dropped slowly and dreamily into a kneeling position. My other hand alternately caressed my nipples and pinched them hard, rolling them between my fingers until I groaned, hips shuddering.

I half-knew the picture I must present, kneeling on the carpet. Breasts teased from my bra like exotic fruits, hand buried in my thin white briefs, head thrown back and eyes shut, rocking to my own beat. Thin sheen of sweat on my skin in the dim light. Teeth closed lightly on the softness of my lip.

It turned me on even more.

My bra straps had fallen down and were binding my arms. I shrugged the bra off entirely. Freed, I could arch my back more, offering myself to the air. My fingers swirled on my aching clit, thrust deeper into my slippery pussy, tormented my nipples. I was panting hard, my hips jerking to meet my hand. I could feel myself reaching the edge, and I let out a small, explosive sob. I barely heard the chair hit the wall as I came so hard I thought I'd black out.

A few moments later I opened my eyes. He was standing over me, wild-eyed and breathing heavily, hands clenched. As he bent to reach for me I stood, shakily but neatly evading his touch. Swiftly I grabbed my clothes and stepped away from him, pulling them on as I did.

He stared at me with total incomprehension. I flashed him some teeth in something that wasn't really a smile. "Call me when you're done playing games," I said evenly, and walked out. I had to lean against the wall in the stairwell for a few minutes before I could make it, rubber-legged, to the car.

For all that, I felt good.

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