Chapter 2

Before goingto the club was torturous for Allison. Diana left, and she had dinner with her parents, as she'd promised. They wanted to know all about Roger and how their relationship was going, how her job was going—somehow managing to show disapproval even while congratulating her on her promotion—how living on her own was going, was she sure she didn't want to move back home, and what she thought her plans for the school year might be. The more they disapproved, the more she found herself digging in, wanting to force them to accept her decisions about her own life. It was obvious they wanted to control her every move, although they never came right out and said so.

"We're so happy you met Roger," her mother said, as she hugged Allison goodbye. "He's such a nice young man."

"Very fit," her father said agreeably… whatever that meant. As he gave Allison a kiss on the cheek, he slipped something into her hand and dropped his voice to a whisper, so her mother wouldn't hear. "Very proud of the promotion."

That last compliment made Allison's heart swell. At least her father showed some real support for her wanting to make something of herself. Her mother definitely didn't understand at all. He looked torn between pride and disapproval as he stepped back. She curled her hand around the paper he'd given her as she forced a smile before heading out the door with a sense of supreme relief.

Once she got in her car, she turned on the overhead light and looked at the check her father had given her—one thousand dollars. Allison rolled her eyes. Her daddy still couldn't get past his little girl actually working for money or the idea she might not need or want his. Still, at least she knew he was proud of her work ethic, even if he wasn't thrilled with the idea of her actually working. She'd donate the money to charity, maybe split it between several.

Once she got home, she rushed to her room to get dressed. By the time she was ready, her brown curls tumbled past her shoulders, resting on top of the curves of her breasts. The shirt was made of satiny silver material, a halter top with thin straps, the front dipping down in a "V" over her stomach, the tip ending at her belly button. With loose material hanging at the top and pooling between her breasts, it emphasized her perky 34Ds. She was wearing one of those bras that stuck to her skin—her first time trying one out—so they wouldn't get too sore while she bounced and danced. It also gave her something other than her skin to stick the fashion tape on to keep her shirt from gaping open. The short black skirt hugged her hips and ass snugly, the hem fluttering just two inches below her firm cheeks, while black leather boots encased her legs all the way up to her thighs. She looked damn good.

The doorbell rang, announcing Chad's arrival. Allison hurried into the living room, running into Diana, who was looking sexy in a long skirt slit up almost to her hip on both sides and a lavender tube top which hugged her small, perky boobs. Chad gave them a low whistle and a guy nod of approval, making both girls blush. Wrapping his arm around their waists to walk them to the car, he announced he was in heaven.

Allison laughed, feeling a twinge of jealousy as Diana leaned into him, but made sure Diana took shotgun. Just because she was miserable and lonely didn't mean her friends had to join her.

At the club, there were plenty of guys willing to dance, although Chad monopolized most of Diana's dances—which didn't seem to perturb the fun-loving girl at all—he kept an eye on Allison and her dance partners as well. Most of the guy's dancing with her used the flashing lights and sexual dance moves to their own advantage, sliding their hands down her waist to roughly squeeze her ass before moving them back out before Chad could look over. They seemed to realize she had a guy watching out for her, but all that meant for Allison was a lot of teasing as they rubbed their hard bodies against her. One of them was even brazen enough to reach into her shirt and squeeze her hard little nipples, making her moan with desire. He was tall with dark hair, and in the dim lights, it was all too easy to pretend she was dancing with Todd. She began to resent Chad's watchful eye after a while, as guy after guy eventually left to go in search of easier meat.

Allison managed to enjoy herself for the most part, despite the fact Chad was doing a good impersonation of a guard dog. It didn't escape her notice, her preference for light hair and light eyes seemed to have been subsumed by a marked interest in guys with dark hair and dark eyes—although none of them were quite like Todd. Even the ones who got handsy with her, exciting her body, didn't have the same dangerous air.

The ride home seemed to take forever as Chad and Diana talked and laughed in the front seat. In the total darkness of the back seat, Allison rubbed her clit through her thong, shuddering a little as the pleasure ran through her. Just being around Chad had reminded her way too much of Todd, and after all the light kissing she and Roger had done today, she was feeling anxiously horny. It was hard not to squirm and play with herself, losing herself in memories with Chad's voice setting off all sorts of visuals. When he dropped them off, Allison gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried inside.

She might not be able to watch the video of her and Todd, but she could still get herself off. This time, she skipped the butt plug. Lying on her bed, feet planted firmly on the mattress with her legs spread, she rubbed her pussy. Trying to be good, she visualized Roger—the occasional glimpse of a dominant alpha male that would spark in his eye—but his blonde hair turned dark, his green eyes slid into deep brown ones she felt like she was drowning in, and by the time she was climaxing, Allison was holding one hand above her head, grasping the headboard, pretending both her arms were tied there, and she was lying helpless as Todd pounded into her.

Her dreams that night were haunted by a demanding and passionate man with jet black hair and amused brown eyes.

* * *

Since it wasthe beginning of the fiscal year, Allison's job consisted of data entry for the benefits elections that everyone had chosen. Although an easy but tedious task, she appreciated it since it demanded just enough of her attention, she wasn't constantly thinking about Todd. Being a receptionist the first few weeks, before HR had started utilizing her free time, had nearly killed her. Now, she only thought about him once or twice an hour. And every time she thought about him, she forced herself to think about Roger instead.

Her favorite times were in the evenings when she and Diana would eat ice cream and watch Sex in the City, The L Word, or Tudors. That had definitely not been something she could do at home—how embarrassing would it be to watch shows with so much sex with her parents around? She found she really liked marathons of their favorite television shows while getting some girl time. Chad had started coming by on a regular basis to see Diana, who seemed to be more interested in him than she had the first time around. Although Diana still did a lot of ordering Chad around, he didn't always hop to, and she seemed to like that.

Every time Alison saw Chad, she couldn't help but feel a little stirring of hope he'd say something about Todd, but he never did.

At least Roger was starting to step things up on their dates. Their date after her parent's pool party, she'd ended up taking the reins a little and sliding her hand into his pants to feel his hard cock. For a moment, she'd been appalled at herself, but as he gasped and his dick throbbed beneath her fingers, she found she didn't care. Maybe if Roger gave her what she needed, she'd be able to forget Todd. They'd kissed, harder and more passionately, as she rubbed her hand up and down on his penis, his hands groping her breasts with more force than they had before—although still not quite the roughness she desired but better. Oh, dear God, so much better. Of course, he'd stopped it before things got too out of hand.

On their next date, she'd gotten brave enough to go down on him. He'd liked that a lot, although he'd been a little shocked when she'd swallowed. Then he'd insisted on her getting a turn, which had almost turned into a bad thing. He'd been horrified by her completely shaved pussy. Well, his words had been horrified, and although she'd seen the glint of appreciation in his eyes, he'd never admit it turned him on. Lying quickly, she'd told him it was cleaner during her period, but that if it bothered him, she'd grow it out again. Unfortunately, he'd taken her up on that, and she now had a rather itchy mound of short hair.

She had high hopes today when he came over to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's with her—she couldn't believe he'd never seen such a classic—they might be able to move things a little further in the bedroom, so it would all be worth it. He was so charming and romantic and very good company, for the most part. If they could just find that spark, maybe she could move on and really fall for him. So, things might not sizzle completely with him, their sexual chemistry wasn't entirely thrilling, but she'd creamed for him when he'd eaten her out. It gave her hope, even though deep down, she knew there was something missing in the emotional connection, but that kind of thing could take time.

Some days, she actually managed to keep her thoughts focused on Roger without her mind turning to Todd. She hadn't watched the video of her and Todd since that last time when she'd used the butt plug. All evidence of her wild encounters were hidden deep in her closet.

But that wasn't the thought for tonight. Right now, she was trying to get Roger to become all the things she needed—then she wouldn't need to think of Todd, his hard body, and the devious ways he had of manipulating her pleasure and her mind. She was excited about tonight, hoping she might finally be able to seduce Roger into her bed. It made her giggle to think about seducing someone. It wasn't something she'd ever tried to do. Before Todd, she would have appreciated Roger's no-pressure, take it slow tactics. Of course, she probably would have grown bored with him by now since she wouldn't try to push anything. At least things were getting more interesting rather than less.

Glancing around the room, she decided it looked perfect. The light violet walls and white curtains on the windows made it look girly but inviting, innocent but sensual. Her sheets were 1000 thread-count, Egyptian cotton, and silky soft, welcoming, and sensual with their deep violet color. That morning, she had arranged the sheets, so they were casually pulled back as if she had tossed them off in the morning and just hadn't gotten around to putting them back in order, leaving a decent amount of bed space free. Just enough for her and Roger to lay on if one of them was on top of the other. Hint hint. Around the room, there were little hints too—a picture of them on her desk, a lacy bra hanging out of her drawer to tantalize, and the sweet smell of roses coming from a vase filled with the flowers by her bedside. In fact, it was the dozen red roses he'd brought her on their last date.

For food, she had champagne to get him a little looser, little finger sandwiches, asparagus wrapped with prosciutto, chocolate-covered strawberries—a double aphrodisiac—and regular strawberries with whipped cream. If watching a romantic movie with all those great finger foods—which also worked as aphrodisiacs—and her sexy little outfit didn't do it for him, she'd admit being at a total loss. The irony of the situation made her smile. She was wooing him like most guys would woo a reticent girl. Still, she didn't mind the effort, and it did add a little suspense to the situation. Will he, or won't he?

Since they were staying in, she figured she should dress casually for him—a former boyfriend had once said he thought girls were sexiest when dressed casually. It showed they felt comfortable. So, maybe the drastic difference in her look might make Roger more likely to go after her. Perhaps her stylish hairstyles and dressed-up appearance made her intimidating or hard to approach. For tonight, she was wearing a red scoop-neck tank top with a built-in bra, so she still had cleavage, but her nipples could poke through, and her breasts would jiggle a little when she walked. Other than that, a pair of satin underwear and loose pajama pants that had the "Sugar Baby" candy logo all over it. Brown curls tumbled loosely about her shoulders and face, with just a hint of eye shadow and mascara. It had taken a lot of thought to look casually sexy and pretty, more so than when she dressed up, even if it had taken less work to get herself ready.

Diana was going to spend the night at Chad's—not for the first time—so there was no way Roger was going to be able to say no if she did it right. The main trick would be to make him think he was making all the moves.

When the doorbell rang, Allison jumped up, strangely nervous, and went to answer the door, tilting her head flirtatiously as she opened it to see Roger holding a box of Godiva chocolate truffles. She loved truffles.

"Ohhh!" she squealed, bouncing slightly like a giddy child, so her curls and her breasts bounced sexily. It worked—he was looking at her chest as it jiggled. She grabbed the box and kissed him, passionately and aggressively. He never seemed to think she was too forward when she was aggressive after he'd given her a gift. "Thank you, Roger, you're too good to me."

She gave him a wide, inviting smile as he stepped in, and his eyes roaming over her body. That hungry look flashed in his eyes, then was subdued. Allison was determined to bring it out of him again. He was dressed casually in khakis and a designer t-shirt. They quickly settled on the couch with the food in front of them.

Toward the end of the movie, his fingers started lightly stroking her arm, and she could tell he was watching her now rather than the television. Acting like she was paying close attention to the movie, she sighed happily as the couple shared a passionate kiss in the rain, her breasts heaving as she lifted her chest with each breath. Taking one of the strawberries—even though she wasn't really hungry anymore—she dipped it in the whipped cream and put it to her mouth, making sure she got some of the cream on her lip. Pretending she didn't notice, she went back to watching the movie, but Roger's eyes were riveted to the white sweetness on her pouty lower lip. Using one finger, he ran it along her lip, then lifted it from her face. She looked up at him, pretending to be startled at the touch. With his finger to the side of them, they were now "accidentally" in the perfect position for a kiss. He didn't let go of the opportunity, his mouth lowering onto her slightly parted lips, caressing them with his own.

Seeing him lifting his hand toward her shoulder out of the corner of her eye, Allison shifted slightly—as though she was turning into the kiss—and his hand landed on the top of her breast. For a moment, it seemed as though he might pull away, then his fingers started lightly stroking her breast, teasing her nipple to hardness through her shirt. Turning into him even more, she let her hand rest lightly on his upper thigh, fingers barely moving as she gently stroked him, trying to keep it subtle, more of an invitation than anything else. Roger liked things slow, she reminded herself. Sliding his hand into her shirt, he cupped the underside of her breast, stroking the hard pebble of her nipple with his thumb. Allison let her hand tighten slightly on his thigh as arousal swelled in her core. She could feel his dick, hard against the back of her hand, but she didn't do anything to let on she'd noticed—not yet.

His other arm went around her waist, pulling her even closer, and she let the back of her hand press against his extremely hard dick as her body was shifted almost into his lap. Gently squeezing her breast, he massaged the soft globe with his fingers, and her pussy leaked heavily as the light touch teased her mercilessly. Arching her back, she tried to press her breast more firmly into his hand, and he squeezed roughly for a moment but released as soon as she moaned. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth as he rubbed and stroked her breast, making her squirm with need. Finally, he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes as his hand slid out of her shirt and placed both arms around her waist.

"Is Diana going to be back soon?" It was always the first question he asked, and she felt a little thrill of excitement go through her—good old Roger, right on schedule.

"Nope," she said, smiling as if she had no idea where this was leading to. "She's out for the night with Chad. He's taking her dancing and then back to his place to watch a movie." For some reason, Roger thought that all her acquaintances and friends were as innocent and ladylike as he thought her to be, including Diana. For her part, Diana was so amused by the way he treated her, she acted like a high school innocent when he was around. It completely cracked her and Chad up after Roger left, the things he said to Diana and the way he treated her "tender" sensibilities. Allison had to admit, it amused her too.

"Would you like to take this into the bedroom?" His gaze was serious as he looked down at her. That hint of something glinted in his eyes, and she felt her insides quiver in response. Okay, so he wasn't Todd—who she wasn't supposed to be thinking about darn it—but he was here, which was more than Todd could say… stop that. And he wanted her—still more than Todd could say.

Before she could manage to depress herself, she firmly focused on the gorgeous man in front of her. Tilting her head, so her curls bounced a little, and she looked as innocent as possible, she replied, "I think that would be okay."

Startled, she laughed as he stood and swept her up in his arms. They probably looked like the cover of a bad romance novel—except she was wearing far too much clothing. She was ready for some serious romancing and some seriously hot sex. Roger laid her down gently on the space she'd prepared on her bed. Smiling, she innocently stretched as though working out the kinks in her muscles after sitting and watching a movie. Her back arched and pressed her breasts up as one of her feet ran enticingly along her calf, lifting one of her pant legs to expose her smooth, shaved leg. A moment after she finished stretching, she looked up at Roger, who was watching her with avid lust in his eyes. Yes, she was definitely playing this perfectly.

When he sat on the bed next to her hip, she sat up and brushed his hair back with her hand, knowing the slight touch would get him to touch her. As she slid her fingers through his hair to the back of his head, she pulled him toward her slightly, and he leaned forward to press their lips together. Their tongues danced as his hands stroked the soft sides of her stomach and hips. Her body tingled as he slid his hands under her shirt, pushing them under the built-in bra, then he pulled away from the kiss in order to lift the shirt from her body. Allison helped, raising her arms, so her heavy breasts hung exposed and free, arching toward him. As they kissed passionately, his hands sliding over the smooth skin of her back, she slid her hands under his shirt and around his sides, stroking the small of his back. After a few moments, he pulled away and lifted his own shirt over his head, and she ran her hands up to his shoulders. The light touch passed over his stomach, then his nipples, making him shudder from the teasing sensation. She just continued acting like she had no idea what she'd just done as if she'd just been trying to get her hands up to his shoulders. In truth, she was trying to get him so aroused, there would be no way he'd back out of sleeping with her.

Roger's body slowly pressed down on hers, maneuvering so he was between her legs when she was laid back on the bed, and they continued to kiss. Her hand was wrapped around his shoulders, deftly making light circles on his upper back and neck with her fingers. Pulling away, he started to move his mouth down her neck, sucking gently on her skin as his hands caressed her breasts gently, teasing her nipples with his fingers. Finally, his mouth moved to her breast, and she moaned softly as his tongue made little circles on her tingling globes. Very gently, very subtly, she moved her hips against his body, not wanting to scare him off, now they seemed to be finally getting somewhere—if she wasn't so horny and anxious, she would have been amused at the irony of her thinking. When it came to sex, Roger was more the girl in the relationship.

Mouthing her nipple, he very lightly sucked on the tender, aching bud. Allison longed for him to nibble or suck it hard, but he did neither, just moved his mouth to the other nipple, mouthing that one as well and causing her to wriggle as the touch tantalized and teased. The light suckling only caused her nipple to ache for more attention. Moving his mouth away from her breasts, his hands and lips began to slide down her stomach, causing her to lift her hips and moan. He didn't seem to mind this time, and she thanked her lucky stars, it was the response he expected. Pulling her pants down her hips, he slid his fingers under the sides of her underwear and pulled them off her long legs. Looking approvingly at her furred mound, he began kissing up her leg, starting at her ankle. By the time he reached her inner upper thigh, Allison was clutching at the soft sheets, her body frantic with need for completion.

Sliding his tongue up the center of her slit, Roger reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. Allison almost told him he didn't need it, but then remembered he'd said a gentleman always uses as many forms of protection as possible. She watched, her pussy leaking sweet juices, as he pulled off his pants and rolled the condom over his rock-hard dick.

Leaning over her body, he kissed her lips sweetly as he guided the head of his condom-covered dick into her hole. Slowly, he worked his dick in and out of her pussy, pushing more and more of his dick into her wetness, one slow centimeter at a time. Bucking her hips only helped so much, but he finally hit home. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he began a slow, tantalizing movement in and out, the gentleness of his thrusts barely brushing her swollen clit. She rocked against him, trying to press more of him into her, but she couldn't do anything about the agonizingly slow pace of his thrusts.

Finally, her pussy aching with need, she moaned in his ear, "Oh... Fuck me, Roger, fuck me hard."

Completely shocked, Roger pulled back and looked at her, his expression showing his astonishment at her brazen words. Allison bit her lip, afraid she'd gone too far, but his gaze softened as he looked at her anxious face.

"Allison," he told her, kissing her gently on the lips. "I told you I'm not that kind of guy, you don't have to pretend anything with me. I don't need you to act like some kind of sex object to get me going. I think you're wonderful, sexy, and beautiful, just the way you are, and that's all I really need. I don't want you to act like anything else other than yourself."

Smiling, he kissed her again, passionately and deeply.

Allison felt more like cursing than ever. The fire was building between her legs, her clit aching to explode in orgasm, and her pussy dripping juices down onto her expensive sheets, but nothing was happening that would bring her to completion. And he was telling her to be herself. Ha! Obviously, he really did think she was the prim and proper society woman her parents expected her to be.

She pushed her hips up against him, but her own movements were more frantic than his and trying to rush him just threw them off rhythm. The intense teasing kept building and building inside her, and she closed her eyes to try to hide the frustration she felt as he moaned softly into her hair. Finally, his thrusts became a little harder as he approached his own climax, and as his dick buried its full length into her pussy, she managed to orgasm—a small wave of pleasure that barely took the edge off of the aching need that had built in her. He did nothing to help her orgasm reach its highest peak. It tapered off disappointingly soon as he held in place while her body bucked underneath his. Apparently, though, her gasps and moans as her body heaved were enough to satisfy him, she'd been pleasured, and happy, he kissed her deeply.

When Roger pulled out from between her legs, she realized she hadn't even felt him cum, the condom removing almost the feeling of having him inside of her and the intimate joy of feeling his release. Smiling, hiding her disappointment and frustration, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and clean-up, leaving him lying on her bed, completely content.

In the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall and roughly pinched her nipples, pulling on them hard to fulfill the aching need for a firm touch. Squeezing her round breasts, she pulled and twisted the heavy globes, then returned to pinching and rolling her nipples with one hand as she let the other drift down to her pussy. Rubbing her swollen clit, she started cumming immediately, her orgasm crashing over her as the long sexual teasing had brought her so close to the brink of pleasure without actually fulfilling her. Biting her lip to keep from crying aloud, her body pressed into the wall as she pinched her aching clit, the pain driving her orgasm even higher as her body unloaded a whole day's tension with pleasure and fulfillment.

Her muscles quivering with satisfaction, Allison went back to her lover, snuggling beside him on the bed. Roger smiled at her, completely unaware of her extracurricular activities in the bathroom. They kissed again before settling into cuddling and pillow talk.

In her head, though, she wondered if he'd ever be able to fulfill her needs the way she wanted, or if she'd be stuck with her memories of Todd and wishing her new lover was him.

* * *

Roger lefta few hours later rather than staying the full night. Allison redressed in her pajamas to say goodbye. Somehow, prancing around naked in front of Roger just wasn't the same as prancing around naked in front of Todd. She just wasn't comfortable. They'd kissed goodnight, lovingly, lingeringly. For a moment, everything was right with the world, then he left, and she had the entire night to sit around and think about where things had gone wrong.

To relieve some of her nervous energy, she decided to bake some cookies. Who cared if it was midnight? Sometimes, a girl just needed to get on her oven mitts and get down and dirty. The internet was filled with an overwhelming number of recipes to choose from, so Allison just picked one for basic chocolate chip and got down to business. Thank goodness, Diana had started teaching her how to bake and cook, or she would have already been lost. Just reading a recipe could be so confusing if you never had before and had no idea what the difference was between one tbsp and one tsp.

A smile played across her lips as she had a sudden childhood memory flash of the Fairy Godmothers in Disney's Sleeping Beauty. Too bad she didn't have a magic wand to wave and make the ingredients line up and follow the directions for her… then help her find her Prince Charming. Allison's lips tightened, and she focused on the recipe again.

An hour later, she was eating wonderfully gooey, warm chocolate chip cookies, even though they hadn't cooled sufficiently and were burning her fingers and tongue. But that was how she liked them—warm and mooshy in the center, slightly crisp outside. Kind of like herself, come to think of it.

Piling the cookies on a plate, Allison grabbed a glass and put in ice cubes and three—no, better make that four—fingers of Bailey's. It was her version of grown-up milk and cookies. Yum. She needed comfort food right now. She needed to sit down and do some serious thinking about what she wanted, maybe needed, from a man.

Could she really see herself staying with Roger if things continued the way they were? Okay, pros. Roger was incredibly thoughtful, sexy, sweet. They liked to do a lot of the same things, like dancing and going to museums and nice restaurants. Their tastes in movies were pretty similar. For the most part, she liked the way he treated her, and the little glint he would sometimes get in his eyes excited her. Her daddy not only approved, she had a feeling she'd been set up. Unlike her parents, Roger wholeheartedly approved of her working and thought it was great she was doing so well at her job. Of course, that could always change if they became something more serious, but they never talked about the future. She'd managed to avoid having "the talk" so far. They hadn't even discussed exclusivity, although she wasn't seeing anyone else, and she didn't think he was, either.

Let's see… cons. Well, he didn't excite her or challenge her. Although he could—and did—bring her to orgasm, it wasn't the passionate lovemaking she craved. He was horrified by even the idea of rough sex, judging by his reaction tonight. He'd probably have an aneurism if she suggested he tie her up or spank her. She giggled at the idea of asking him for anal sex—his head would probably explode.

Daddy would be unhappy if she broke up with Roger, and it's not as if she had any other real prospects on the table. Sure, there were always guys interested in her, but at least she and Roger were mostly compatible. Even now that she was out of their house, there were times when she felt like she was living her parent's life for her, not the one she wanted. The only time she'd ever felt really truly free was when she was with Todd.

But Todd had left her. That was the awful truth she had to face. She'd thought they'd had something special while they were together, but for Todd, it was only about the sex and the thrill of the game. He'd taken a job overseas and left her, with no indication he had any interest in ever seeing her again. Knowing he'd been in town and hadn't even called or emailed or texted or… or… well, done anything to even let her know… that pretty much clinched the deal, didn't it?

* * *

"Allison? Are you okay?"Diana's voice woke Allison with a start. Guiltily, she sat straight up, then groaned at the crick in her neck. She'd fallen asleep on the couch after eating. She looked down at the plate in her lap, yep, almost an entire plate of cookies. There were two left.

"Mmmm, yum," Chad said, leaning over and scooping one off of the plate.

"You're welcome," Allison mumbled only slightly sarcastically as she massaged her aching neck. Damn. Did anything look more pathetic than falling asleep by herself, after a date, with a plate of cookies in her lap? She supposed she could be wearing a snuggie.

"Out," Diana ordered Chad. "Girl talk happening. Now."

Both Allison and Chad groaned, but Diana wasn't someone you said no to when she was in this kind of mood—feisty little woman. Chad gave her a quick, cookie-crumb kiss, then was on his way out the door as Diana settled down on the couch next to Allison.

"Hi," said Allison.

"Hi. So, talk. What happened?"

"Roger came over. We had sex. It was… fine. I was still kinda wound up when he left, so I decided to make some cookies, and it was late, so I must have just ended up falling asleep."

Diana looked sympathetic. "Fine, huh? Not a lot of sexual chemistry?"

"Sort of," Allison said. She pursed her lips and looked away for a moment. "If I'd met him a few months ago, I would have thought he was great. But now…"

"You compare him to Todd."

Allison winced.

"That's natural, honey," Diana said soothingly, scooting closer. She snagged the last cookie left on the plate. "Mmm… yum, that's good. Seriously, though, it's only been a couple of months, and you didn't really get any closure."

"I shouldn't need closure," Allison snapped, then cringed at how sharp she had sounded toward her friend, who was just trying to help. "Sorry, I'm still wound up, I think. It's just so frustrating. We didn't even date, not really. He never gave me any reason to think things would continue beyond where they did. It's just stupid."

"It's not stupid." Snuggling closer, Diana wrapped an arm around Allison's shoulders, pulling the bigger girl's curly head down onto her own shoulder. Tears sparked in Allison's eyes, brought on by her friend's comfort and understanding. "You can't always do anything about your feelings. Sometimes, they just happen, even if they make no sense."

Well, wasn't that the uncomfortable truth? Allison sighed.

"But I can move on from them. And I'm going to. I like Roger, I really do. Things will get better." Allison just had to hope if she kept saying the words, they would come true.

* * *

A few weeks later,Allison was getting increasingly frustrated.

"And it wasn't just the first time!" she told Diana one evening, pacing back and forth in her friend's room while she complained about her sex life with Roger. "Every time we have sex, it's just so slow and soft and gentle... and every time I try to get him to go harder or faster, he just tells me I don't need to try to be something I'm not for him! Apparently, every man in the world except him gets turned on by that. Half of it…" She took a deep breath, not even sure if she was right or if it was just wishful thinking. "Sometimes, I think half the reason he has such control over himself is deep down, he wants it just as hard and rough as I do, and it scares him. It's not like I can blackmail him into letting go." Throwing herself down on the bed next to her friend, she looked up into sympathetic slanted brown eyes.

"I spend so much time pretending I like everything like a lady should, making love romantic and sweet and slow... DAMNIT!" She slapped her hand against the bed. "I just want to get fucked... and all I can think about is how great sex was with Todd. How can I forget about him when I can't get satisfaction?"

Diana started stroking her brown curls, soothing her like a mother would soothe a fretful child. Allison accepted the touch, letting it calm her a little. Hesitating, she turned her face toward Diana's and made a full confession.

"I tried to call him a couple days ago... Todd, I mean. His cell phone number. I was going to leave a message or something. I don't know."

"Really?" Diana looked surprised and slightly encouraging, not condemning. It made Allison feel a lot better, her friend didn't think this was a bad thing, even though Allison was supposed to be getting over Todd… and was seeing someone else. The fact they hadn't actually discussed being exclusive didn't make her feel any more moral.

"Yeah," she sighed. "It had been disconnected. I don't know what I was going to say. ‘Hey, Todd, next time you're back in the states can you come over and give me a good fucking because I'm a horny pervert?'"

"I don't think you're a pervert," Diana told her. "Sometimes, a girl needs to get fucked. Royally pounded and fucked... and if Roger doesn't understand, that's his failing, not yours."

Allison considered this. "Yeah, but it's not like I can break up with him for that."

"Well, you could," Diana countered, "but then you would feel like a horny slut... I don't understand why you'd feel like that, but I know you would."

"You're right." Brown curls shook a little as she laughed. "And that's my fault, not his. Still…" She chewed her lower lip. Her feelings didn't have the kind of words she needed to explain—that or she still just didn't want to face the kind of girl Todd had turned her into. That she'd turned herself into.

"Maybe I need more distractions," Allison said. "Like, I need to join a club or a team or something in the evenings, get a hobby. Maybe I'll start volunteering for something. A soup kitchen or one of those Big Brother, Big Sister things."

"I don't think they accept horny perverts as Big Sisters," Diana teased. Allison whacked her with a pillow.

* * *

Unfortunately,Allison didn't know the first thing about how to volunteer for anything. She checked out the Big Sister website and filled out the application, then she had to sit and wait for them to contact her—if they ever did. It didn't look like there was a high demand in her area. She perused the internet one evening, looking for other avenues where she could try to make a difference. Eventually, she found a listing for a group that did work on local homes, bringing them up to code, so the residents didn't get kicked out. That sounded like fun. They had an email listing people could join, and there was a schedule you could sign up for, fitting it into your own time. Of course, since she worked during the week, she could only help out on weekends, but hey, that was something.

When she told Roger about her do-gooder intentions, he signed up for the emails as well, looking at her with admiration for wanting to reach out and help people. To be honest, she felt the same admiration in return. It's not like she would have thought any less of him if he hadn't been willing to join her—she hadn't even asked him to—but Roger was an overall good guy.

They could make this work.

* * *

Allison was feeling much morecheerful lately. Work was going well and keeping her busy, she'd been to her first work site and had learned how to hammer and nail two by fours, and it was no longer any problem to get Roger into bed, all she had to do was start kissing him passionately. He now accepted her aggressiveness since their first time sleeping together, and it would eventually lead to the bedroom. But things there hadn't changed at all. Every time she let a "fuck" or "harder" slip, he would look hurt and ask her afterward if she really thought he was that kind of guy. Overall, though, she was much happier.

Roger had even come with her to the worksite, which had been one of the best days yet. They'd been able to flirt; he'd even known his way around some of the basic tools, and working together seemed to break down some of his usual slight stodginess. He'd even flirted with the elderly resident and treated her like anyone else, despite her obvious poverty, not looking down on her at all. In a lot of ways, he really wasn't like most of the people Allison had grown up with. Mrs. Elenson in her wheelchair had looked at him with wonder and amazement in his eyes as he'd catered to her during lunchtime, treating her like a princess, occasionally giving Allison a sweet wink with his eyes. When they'd left that day, Mrs. Elenson had given him a kiss on the cheek and giggled like a schoolgirl. It was one of the cutest things Allison had ever seen.

They'd been dating almost two-and-a-half months now, and tonight, he was taking her out to dinner, then they'd be coming back to her place. They never went to his place because his roommate was always home, and Roger was much too much a gentleman to make love when someone was in the other room. Fortunately, Allison could always ask Diana to spend the night at Chad's - and neither of them had any such problem so they could always get laid. Actually, Allison thought that Diana probably got a kick out of having sex where someone else could hear her. When it was just Allison at home, she and Chad could knock the roof off with the amount of noise that Diana made. Perhaps fortunately, Diana was still so amused by Roger's innocent image of her she didn't do that when he was around. Although imagining the look on his face if he heard Diana and Chad getting it on made Allison giggle. Tonight, she was going to change things up a little on him and see what that led to.

Smiling at the thought, she barely noticed what he was saying, although that was fine because her very happy and amused smile convinced the handsome blonde she was paying attention to every word coming out of his mouth. Talking and laughing, the night passed quickly, both of their minds on the end of the night. Kissing passionately, they stumbled through the apartment, heading for the bedroom, Allison eagerly stripping his clothes from him as her body was slowly revealed to his caressing hands. Moaning as his lips traveled down her neck, she giggled when he playfully tossed her on the bed and began pulling off his pants.

Getting up on her hands and knees with her luscious ass pointing straight at him, she made a little pout with her mouth, her eyes as widely innocent as possible, and asked, "Do you think we could try it like this tonight?"

Roger hesitated to her frustration.

"Why?" he finally ventured carefully.

"Well," said Allison, just as carefully, although for a vastly different reason. "One of my friends told me that it feels different this way... and I was just wondering how."

Relieved and reassured that it was genuine curiosity on her part, Roger nodded. He'd done doggy-style before, and it really wasn't his favorite position, but if it was what she really wanted to try, he'd indulge her. Kissing her ankles, he slowly worked his mouth up her legs, switching back and forth between them as he moved. Allison moaned softly as his kisses sent tingles up her legs to her pussy. He was so good at the foreplay and after play (although she could do with a firmer hand most of the time), why couldn't he be better at what was in between? Her legs were spread, and her pussy leaking as her ass moved in the air by the time he was halfway up her thighs, her face pressed down on her forearms as she moaned her delight. Fingers and hands massaged her firm cheeks as his tongue began to slide enticingly up and down her wet slit. She found herself wishing that its touch would include her tingling asshole as well—no such luck. Roger would never do anything like that.

Getting in position behind her, he placed his hands on her hips as he began to push his dick into her wet hole, moaning at the slightly tighter fit, the new position created. Allison moaned too, trying to press harder back against him, but the hands on her hips kept her from really controlling anything as usual. In some ways, that just made her even hotter, except she knew his control in keeping things slow wasn't going to be followed by a rough, hard pounding. Even from behind, his strokes were slow and gentle. Frustrated, she started using one of her own hands to pinch her nipples roughly, making them burn with pain and pleasure as she twisted and rolled the tender buds. Heat collecting between her thighs as Roger slowly pumped her pussy and her nipples sent urgent messages to her clit, she let her hand slide down her smooth stomach and over the new hairy mound. She winced a little at the touch of her pubic hair, she still hated the way it looked and felt after having such a pleasant time with her shaved mound. There just wasn't as much sensation for her to feel with the hair there.

Careful not to touch his slowly thrusting dick - she didn't want him to know she was playing with herself while he made love to her - her fingers rubbed firmly against her clit, the friction making her body shudder.

"Does it feel different?" Roger's voice from behind her.

"Yes..." The breath hissed between her teeth as her fingers pinched her clit hard. "It feels really good..."

Her body moved of its own accord as she played with her swollen clit, twisting it slightly as she pinched, the pain intermingling with the pleasure. Arching her back invitingly, she wished he would take the hint and thrust a little faster and a little harder. Biting her lip, she tugged hard on her clit, the slight pain shooting through her and making the engorged bud pulse. Her body rocked back, clenching down on the thrusting dick inside of her and squeezing it tightly. Roger moaned as his hands came sliding forward along her body, reaching for her breasts and gripping them harshly. He thrust hard, one… twice… Allison cried out as she came... it was the best orgasm she'd ever had with Roger. Her pussy convulsed around his dick, and Roger just held himself in her as he moaned, feeling her muscles massaging him. He'd felt her cum before, but this was a little different.

Satisfied she'd had her trial, he pulled out and helped her turn over, placing himself between her legs, slowly began making love to her in their usual way. Allison was able to get more into it this time now she was satisfied. And he'd had a moment of roughness, of giving her what her body craved. Things were looking up. Now he could finish himself the way he liked, too, and she could help. Moving as slowly and passionately as he could have wished, they kissed deeply while he thrust in and out of her soaking pussy. She still wished he could be a little rougher since she could tell she would definitely be able to cum again if he was, but at least her edge was mostly off. It was one of the most encouraging things that had happened so far in bed.

As he moaned in her ear, murmuring her name as his cum spilled into her pussy, she held him tightly and nibbled on his neck. His dick was hard and pulsing inside her, and she couldn't help but wish she was cumming with him at the same time. The teasing of his dick in her pussy had made her horny again. Not enough to cum because he was moving so slowly, but enough, she wanted more.

Maybe, now he'd gotten a little rougher with her and felt her response to it, maybe now would be the time to bring up something to shock him into doing it more often.

Cuddling after the fact, she gathered the courage to ask a question that had been burning inside her for quite a while.

"Roger?"

"Mmmm?" he nuzzled her shoulder with his lips as he lay on top of her, his dick softening inside her pussy.

"Would you ever want to um..." She tried to think of a way to phrase it less crudely. "Umm... Well, would you ever want to do it... um... in my butt?"

His whole body, including his dick, stiffened in reaction, but as usual, he couldn't move past the strictures of his upbringing. Pulling away, he looked at her angrily.

"Is that what you think of me? Someone who would want to degrade you that way?"

"No! No, Roger, you know I don't," she said, trying to soothe him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he began pulling himself away.

"No, I don't know that since you're always doing things which make it seem like you don't know that." He got up and grabbed his pants off the floor, yanking them on.

Watching him, the sheets clutched up around her chest, she pleaded with him.

"Roger, please don't go, that's not what I meant at all, I promise! I just want to give you everything you want... I just need to know what you want, and I had to ask."

"Why?" he demanded angrily. "Why would you think I would want that?"

Because you do, she wanted to scream. Even now, his cock was at half-mast, despite his anger. Or maybe that's part of why he was so angry, but she couldn't say that, or everything would end, and it was just starting to get to a better place. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized they were having their first real fight because she had admitted to her perverted urges. She should have just kept her mouth shut.

"It's just that... I mean... well, I heard a radio news show today. All these guys were calling in, and all of them said they like to do girls in the butt, and I didn't want you to think I wouldn't do something for you, just because it wasn't well... ladylike, you know… if that's what you wanted." Babbling, she was babbling. Gah. The things she did to keep this man happy—the lies she told. But what other choice did she have?

Biting her lip, she looked away. Despite the arousal in his body, the way he was looking at her made her feel dirty and ashamed.

It worked, though. Roger looked down at her, and his gaze softened somewhat at her tear-filled hazel eyes and trembling lower lip. Sighing, he finished pulling on his shirt, then sat on the bed next to her, kissing her softly and pulling her into his arms, so her head was nestled on his shoulder. He stroked her hair, letting her snuggle into him.

"Well I don't, I don't know about other guys, but I don't. I would never want to degrade you that way. All I want is you and me making love, the way we have been." Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted her face and kissed each of her eyelids, then her lips again. "Okay?" She nodded. "But I'm still going to go home tonight."

"But you're not mad?" She clutched at his shirt as he started to get up. "It's not over?" Big eyes pleaded that everything would be alright. He'd be a monster to deny those eyes.

"No," he said and smiled reassuringly, although it wasn't entirely convincing. "I'm not mad, and it most certainly isn't over. I just need to be alone for a bit, okay?" Tentatively, she nodded, slowly releasing her hold on his shirt. He kissed her one last time before he left.

Allison stayed up very late that night in the empty apartment—still in bed, still naked. She'd almost lost Roger, her second chance. What would she have said to her parents if they'd broken up? Why had she had to push him?

That second one was a silly question. She was pushing him because she wanted more. Because even after all this time, she still wanted Todd.