Awakening the Vixen

"Oh, yea. What's he like?"

"Arrogant. He was incredibly invasive in my personal life and openly hitting on me. It was rather uncomfortable."

"I'm sure he meant no harm by it. Guys like him lack any depth, so that's probably his only card. It would be best to leave him alone him to avoid conflict." That was usually Ben's approach, to be non-confrontational. To brush things under the rug. Although that wasn't how I used to handle things, it was a method I utilized now. Ben was my boyfriend and as his girlfriend, I should have his back.

I smiled at him.

"You're probably right."

Later that night, Ben and I were sitting in bed. He was catching up on the news, while I was reading my novel. But I couldn't focus. Kris's words had me rattled and upset. I couldn't believe that he had made those comments.

Remembering what he had said, I placed my book down and rolled over to Ben. I took his iPad out of his hands and placed it on his nightstand. Before he could utter a word, I began kissing him. My lips were urgent and within a few moments, his lips met my intensity. I climbed on top of him as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues began to dance and swirl. I pushed my body hard against his; his hands began to roam over mine in response.

Ben pulled my shirt over my head, and then resumed kissing me. His hands kneaded my breasts and his touch caused me to gasp and whimper. I was aroused by this attention, but craved more.

Ben pushed me off him and reached for a condom. I removed my shorts, excited and eager to have him inside of me. He positioned his erection and glided inside of me.

"Oh, Sarah. I love you," he whispered into my ear as he began to move his hips in and out of me as fast as he could. I tried to slow him down, knowing that he would climax before I would, especially at his current pace, but there was nothing I could do. In a matter of seconds, he had finished and was going about his routine of cleaning up.

Yet again, I had been left unsatisfied by Ben. I was frustrated now more than before, given Kris's comments earlier. I hoped that he hadn't been listening to us. I didn't want him to think that he had been right.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Ben said, exhausted.

I cuddled up next to him, putting my mind to rest, but it was not to last.

Minutes later, I heard banging coming through our wall, followed by the impassioned moans and screams of an unknown woman.

"Oh, God! Fuck me, Kris," she screamed.

I could hear him panting through the walls. Their bodies were slamming against the plaster faster and faster. It continued like that for hours, more screams, more moans, more slamming; it was impossible to sleep with the noise. By the time it finally stopped, it was three in the morning.

I looked over at Ben, whose eyes were bloodshot. I felt sorry for him, given that he had work in only three hours. Moments after the noise died down, he fell asleep. I decided to stay up for the remainder of the night to make sure he was awake for work in time.

I wandered out into the living room and turned on the TV, but I couldn't focus. Not only was I exhausted, I couldn't get the sounds out of my head. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what Kris could possibly have done to make her react as she did. A small part of me was jealous, but I quickly pushed the idea out of my head. Sure, mind-shattering sex was great, but without love, it was empty. Well, that's what I told myself to feel better, but if I was honest, I could have gone for some mind-shattering sex.

When I left the apartment later that morning, I saw Kris's partner slip out, with no visible goodbye from him. I had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing the elevator with her. She was an older woman, maybe late thirties. She looked as if she could have been gorgeous at some point. Now, she was inhuman. Her breasts were comically large for a woman her size. Her face was taut, and her lips overly plump. I could see the tousled extensions strewn throughout her hair. I could only assume the night's festivities had damaged them.

I said nothing to her the entire ride down. How exactly could I have a conversation after hearing her having sex? It would be far too awkward. I was relieved when the elevator reached the lobby and I was away from her.

Things didn't improve over the next few nights. Kris had more partners over, each one just as loud as the next; keeping both Ben and I awake for hours. And every night, I found myself staying up to ensure that Ben was awake for work the next morning. Each morning, I found myself riding in the elevator with a different woman of equal appearance as the last. By the fourth morning, I decided to take the stairs.

Kris's activity did nothing to improve Ben's and my sex life. Ben was exhausted and could barely hold his head up over the dinner table, let alone an erection.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" I asked Ben after his fourth restless night.

"No, I'll be fine. It will just take some time to get used to."

That was something I would never get used to. I knew that Ben wanted to avoid conflict, but was he willing to jeopardize his health, safety, and job over it?

After the fifth night, Ben was finally able to fall asleep, succumbing to exhaustion. I was not so lucky. I ended up staying awake another night to the sounds of Kris pleasuring another unknown woman. However, this night was not the same as the others.

"Oh, Sarah," he moaned.

I shot up in bed at the sound of my name. Was it coincidence that his newest conquest shared my name?

"What did you say?" she shrieked.

"Grace," he back peddled. Had he really been fantasizing about me?

"No you didn't. You said Sarah. Who the fuck is Sarah?"

"No one. Don't worry about it."

"Are you fucking her too?"

"No. Now stop being crazy and let's keep going," he growled.

"CRAZY?!?!" The last thing you do is call a woman crazy. I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as she began her outburst.

"You know what, Kris. Fuck you! I'm out of here. You think you can scream some other name while you're inside me and lie about it. Then you have the nerve to call me crazy? Well, fuck you!"

I could hear them moving away from the bedroom. I wanted to hear the rest of this fight. I know it is rude to snoop, but given what I had endured for the last few days on the other side of Kris's wall, I figured I should get some enjoyment of my own. I couldn't hear anything out in the living room, so I opened the door to the hallway. And just in time, as their argument spilled out into the public space.

"So go find fucking Sarah or whatever the bitch's name is, and see if she'll deal with your shit," Grace screamed as she stumbled to the elevator, attempting to put on her heels while she walked. She looked just like all the other women who paraded through here in the last week.

"Shouldn't be too hard to find," Kris retorted from his doorway. "Women will line up for this ride. Good luck getting your husband to touch your fake ass."

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch. Oh and by the way, you're fired." She entered the elevator and pushed the buttons furiously.

"Thank God. Now I won't have to see your botched boob job in a tank top anymore. You just saved me from my nightmares."

"FUCK. YOU!" She screamed giving him the finger as the doors closed.

I stood there in amazement. This was something you would only see on TV. I couldn't help but smile as I saw Kris fall back against the door jam, probably stressed that he wasn't able to get his release. Now he would know how it felt.

He turned in the doorway, and then stopped suddenly. He stared at me for a moment, giving me a smirk. Again, his eyes captivated me. As mad as I was at him for what he said during our last encounter, I couldn't help but return his gaze.

When I finally came to my senses, I quickly shut the door, and returned to my room. I climbed into my bed, and relaxed for the first time in days. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, all I could think about was those green eyes.

***

V.

After the terrible week that Ben and I had endured because of Kris and his overly active sex life, I decided to go against Ben's wishes and confront Kris. I couldn't let him endure another week of hell.

"Hey, you came back," Kris said, opening the door. He was still just as gorgeous as ever before. He was wearing a black polo shirt and a pair of worn jeans. His hair was slightly spiked in the front. His arm was resting on the door jam, over his head, as though he was striking a pose.

I swallowed hard, regaining my composure. I avoided looking him in the eyes, knowing what they did to me.

"I'm not here for a social visit, Kris," I said with as much authority as I could assemble. I wanted him to know I was serious.

"That's a shame. I was hoping to pick up where we left off," he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. He had his amused smirk again.

I had to keep myself in control. I took a breath before looking into his face.

"I'm here about the noise. The last few nights, Ben and I haven't been able to get any sleep because of the noises you and your female companions are making."

"I know Ben might not get you to make those noises, but those are the sounds of women enjoying being fucked. Not my fault I'm so good at it."

The ego of this man.

"It's not just that. You're headboard keeps smashing into the wall we share."

"That's where the bed is and I do like to have sex in my bed."

I had about enough of his smart remarks. I dug my heels in.

"Listen. I'm trying to solve this civilly. If you don't want to cooperate, I'll complain to the super," I said, annoyed.

Kris could tell I wasn't falling for his charms.

"Fine," he said, all ego and amusement removed from his voice. "Follow me and shut the door behind you."

I hesitated for a moment at the odd request. Kris had turned and headed towards the back hallway of the apartment. I waited a beat, before following, gently shutting the door behind me.

Soon, we were standing in the doorway of what I assumed was Kris's bedroom. He leaned his back against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his strong chest.

"Since you're the one who has a problem with it, you can help me come up with a solution. What do you suggest?"

I gazed around his expansive room. It looked nothing like I had expected. Everything was neat and organized. His bed was positioned up against our shared wall. I could only imagine how many woman had been thrown down onto it. Against the adjacent wall, there was a dresser, as well as bookshelf. It was filled with books of varying genres, including classics, non-fiction, and of course work out books. On the wall by the door was a desk, with various business documents on it.

I looked up at Kris while he waited patiently for a response.

"Why not switch the bed and the dresser, so it isn't slamming against the wall?" My voice broke while I spoke. I wiped a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Okay, that's fair. And what about the cries of my adoring fans?" he said with a smile.

"Don't have them against the wall. We won't hear them if they are further away."

"Oh, but it's such an amazing position. You should try it. Or can Ben not hold you up with his Popsicle stick arms?"

His ego had angered me again. He was overconfident and egotistical. I couldn't help but come to Ben's defense.

"Maybe you should worry less about him and more about getting her name right," I snapped back.

"You heard that last night?" His hands returned to his pockets and his face dropped, but the amusement never left.

"I think the whole building did. You really couldn't remember a woman's name for five minutes?"

He took a step towards me and lowered his face to mine.

"Sweetheart, if you've been listening the last few nights, you would know I last much longer than five minutes. You know I can go for hours, unlike your man."

"My sex life is none of your concern," I spat back.

"Clearly it is. Your lack of sexual gratification has left you uptight and testy, hence your presence here today. Unless you are here because you want me to satisfy you, which I would be more than happy to do."

"How dare you?"

I turned to head down the hall before I went off on him. My stride was broken when he spoke.

"If you were listening last night, you would know it was your name I called out." I stopped. I heard his footsteps behind me, but didn't move. He came up behind me, his lips close to my ear as he continued.

"I can't help but think about you and fantasize about all the things I would do to you. You're an elusive creature, Sarah. You didn't throw yourself at me the first time we met like all the others. You didn't beg me to fuck you. Instead, you're making me chase you and as annoying as it is, it is a game I'm willing to play."

"Find someone else to chase." I started to walk off again, but Kris caught my arm, turning me to face him.

"You don't get it. I need you, Sarah. Whether you want to believe it or not, you need me too. I need the girl who doesn't want me. You need sexual gratification. Deny it all you want, but your body gives you away."

He was right. My heart rate was quickening as he moved closer to me. My breathing was sporadic. My skin temperature was rising beneath his touch. I looked into his eyes, making everything worse. His gaze sent electricity through my body and suddenly I ached. Not in pain, but for release.

"Besides, a girl like you deserves it after all these years. All you have to do is say it and I'll give you exactly what you need."

He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to respond. I said nothing, just stared back at him. I bit my lip, trying to fight the unwinnable fight against my body. Kris leaned in closer to me, only a few inches from my face. His free hand traveled to the side of my face, lightly stroking my cheek. I held my breath as he spoke.

"I know deep down there is a flame of desire, ready to ignite. You just need a little spark to get it going."

Then his lips met mine. At first, I was frozen, but after a moment, my lips were moving with his. He was gentle at first, bringing his other hand to my face. With each passing second, he became more eager, eventually pushing me up against a nearby wall. I met his enthusiasm as our lips moved against each other. My hands reached up to the back of his head, my fingers threading their way through his hair, pushing him deeper into our kiss.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it, twirling mine with his. His hands moved from my face down my body, and eventually grabbing my behind. He hoisted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his body. I could feel his erection pressing up against his jeans, begging for escape.

My blood was on fire and the heat only grew with each passing second. I moaned against his mouth, as his hips started to grind against my pelvis. My hips naturally ground back as my body begged for his. He groaned at my excitement. He pulled away from our kiss, biting my bottom lip lightly.

"Tell me you want it, Sarah," he said, his forehead pressed against mine. "Just one little word and I can make it all happen."

"I can't," I said through labored breathing.

"Yes, you can. You can't deny that you want me as badly as I want you. Give into it, Sarah."

His lips returned to mine, his tongue immediately darting into my mouth. He was right, I wanted him so badly and my urge for him only grew worse with each passing second. It would only be a matter of time before I gave myself over to him.

He pulled away again, planting kisses along my jaw line and eventually traveling to my neck. I let out a loud moan as he reached the side of my throat. I heard Kris let out a loud chuckle as he realized how close he was to having me. My neck was a spot that I had loved for a man to kiss and lick, but a place that hadn't been touched in years as Ben was too afraid that he might hurt me.

My eyes shot open at the memory of my boyfriend. Ben. What was I doing?

I pushed Kris off me and stumbled away. He looked completely confused as to what was happening. I hurried down the hall, with Kris in pursuit. My mind was running at a million miles an hour. I was confused and flustered. I headed for the door, looking back at Kris.

"No, I'm with Ben. I can't do this to him, I can't betray him like this. It was a mistake coming here in the first place."

I gave him no time to respond as I headed out the door and ran to my apartment. The second I was in, I crumpled to the floor in tears. What had I done? I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to be manipulated by Kris. That I had fallen for his charms and nearly let him take me. And worse, that I had liked it and wanted it. In that moment, I was willing to throw away everything with Ben for a few minutes-who am I kidding- hours of sexual satisfaction. Five years in exchange for a few hours. How stupid was I being? If I hadn't stopped myself, I would have lost the best thing that had ever happened to me.

The tears kept coming as I contemplated what to do next. I was afraid to tell Ben, given my history. I knew he would think ill of me. I decided not to tell him. I had stopped myself. That was the important thing. But I knew I could never see Kris again. Who knows what would happen if I was left alone with him again.

***

VI.

That night, it was hard to focus on anything. I was in a constant state of panic that Ben would find out what I had done. Although, he was too exhausted to notice, as Ben had been working hard. Not to mention he was still recovering from the last week.

Shortly after dinner, he went to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which was something I didn't want. I lied awake for a few hours, reliving the events of the day. In a moment of weakness, I had passionately kissed another man. I let his hands rove over my body and grind his pelvis into mine. Worse, I had enjoyed every moment of it. I had joined him and was about to let things go further. As angry as I was with myself, I couldn't help but find a little enjoyment in it.

As I lied there, I thought about what might have caused me to behave the way I did. Clearly, I was starved for some sexual attention. Kris was an insanely attractive man and I had just spent the last week listening to him engaging in the most primal of human behaviors. Maybe I was a little curious. Maybe the kiss was just something I had to get out of my system. The only reassurance that I got from any of this was that I had stopped it before things had escalated much further.

The more I thought, the more my eyelids grew heavy. I had been thinking about this all day to the point of exhaustion and now, I was drifting off to sleep.

***

I felt his muscular arms around me, pulling in tighter to his body. It was heavenly to feel all that power against my flesh. My hands clawed at his strong back. His tongue was running along my throat, causing me to moan.

'Say you want it, Sarah,' the familiar voice said.

'Give it to me, Kris. I need it so badly.'

I heard the chuckle as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. His throbbing erection lined up with my hole and he thrust into me, fast and hard. I screamed out in ecstasy. He didn't hesitate as he rammed into me continually, never slowing his pace. I could feel my body tense up as I was being pushed to orgasm. It wasn't going to take much.

'Oh, fuck,' I screamed as warmth rushed through me. My body went rigid and my pussy clenched around him as I rode the wave of pleasure down from my high.

***

VII.

I sat in my living room, trying to shake the dream from my mind. Clearly, my kiss with Kris had caused me to think about him a little more, but I was still in shock that I had dreamt of sleeping with him, and that I had enjoyed every second of it. This was maddening. I couldn't keep my mind fixated on this. I was in a happy, committed relationship with Ben and I planned to keep it that way.