Battle-Hardened, War Weary Ch. 06

'He looks like his father in this photo,' she thought as she stared at the picture.

She stared at the fourth frame, one that was made from copper. It was another picture of T.D., when he was a year old. In the picture, he sat in his high chair. A small paper plate sat on his high chair's tray. There were chunks of cake littering the tray. In the photo, he wore a festive birthday party hat on his head. There were tufts of black curls sticking out from under his hat. His chubby cheeks were smeared with cake icing. Once again, she thought her son resembled his father. The fifth picture frame was made from bright pink-dyed plastic. The picture inside was of Tristan and her late grandfather. Tristan was a few weeks old and he was lying on his great-grandpa's chest as he slept.

The sixth picture was encased inside of a sterling silver frame that was from Tiffany & Co. It housed a photo that was taken by Kali. In the picture, a four year-old Tristan stood next to his mother, smiling with a wide grin. For Katrina, the picture was a very important picture. The photo reminded her of the important qualities of life. It was from the night that Katrina was awarded a prestigious, school-sponsored award as a result from her academic and philanthropic achievements. On that night, Katrina thought she was going to celebrate this achievement alone. Her family members were not able to attend the function because they weren't able to pay for the traveling expenses. But, Kali and her son surprised her by traveling from New York to Georgia, and they attended the award ceremony. Kali and Tristan even spent the next few days with her.

The seventh picture frame was made from oak and the photo was of Tristan, when he was five years old. It was taken on his first day of school. The day was very special for the Mora family. Tristan entered elementary school as a second-grader rather than as a kindergartener. Katrina remembered that she, along with her parents, had to fight against the school's administration policies about her son academic promotion of skipping three grades.

The eighth picture's frame was created from Carrera marble and the picture inside was of Katrina, Kali and Daniel, when they were kids. Kali's Pop-Pop had taken the three children to the Coney Island section of Brooklyn, on one summer's day. They had taken the picture while they walked on the boardwalk. Katrina stared at the young Daniel Logan in the photograph.

"Yeah, he definitely has your smile," she muttered.

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July 15th, 1992... Sag Harbor section of East Hampton, Long Island

Aaahh, aaahh, aaahh

It feels good yeah / it feels good

Oh it feels good / it feels good / sure feels good to me

If the rhythm feels good to you baby

Let me hear you sing

If the rhythm feels good to you baby

Let me hear you sing

If the rhythm feels good to you baby

Let us take you away

Moments that we share / special times alone

Just don't ever change / cause I'm so into you

And you know it feels good...

The smooth voice of Raphael Saadiq's voice continued to amp the party-goers, who were enjoying themselves on the first level of the beach house. As she stood in the house's second-floor corridor, she heard the cheers and the laughter from downstairs. The music was so loud that her pair of ear drums vibrated from the noise. The framed pictures that hung from the walls actually tapped against the crème-colored walls. The music and the bass that came from it caused the doorknobs to rattle. For Katrina, the music was so loud that she could barely focus on her mission-at-hand.

Her "mission" was about to go into action. She knew that this was the first and only opportunity to do this. She stood in front of a door that led to the bedroom in which her crush resided, for the rest of the week. She knew that he was currently inside of the room, at the moment. She saw his friends Ryan and Deer help guide him to his bedroom. She had exited the communal bathroom and saw the three young men stroll down the hallway. They didn't notice that she stood behind them. Her crush was intoxicated. He was staggering and yelling incoherent things into the air. She continued to watch them as they entered his bedroom. As she stood there, she had come to the conclusion that she was going to act her plan, which was an occurring sexual fantasy of hers.

The fantasy formed in her mind, a month ago. The fantasy was inspired after she and Kali watched an episode of a new show called "Red Shoe Diaries". In the episode, the female protagonist was in love with her best friend, who was a man. For months, she would write love letters to him, anonymously. The highlight of the episode was when the main female protagonist crept into her crush's bedroom while he slept. She seduced her friend and they ended up making love. Afterwards, he confessed that he knew that the letters were written by her and then he declared his love for her. Katrina swooned after the episode ended. Then, she recollected about the entire episode, but she replaced the main characters with a figment of herself and Daniel Logan. The fantasy was born.

The product of her overactive imagination would always cause her pussy to cream and become heated. The pressure in her pussy would become too much that she needed to stroke her pussy until she came. During the process of such an intimate act, her fantasy would play in her mind. She imagined that her cum-soaked fingers were Danny's fingers, as well as, the hand that possessed her small breasts. After her petite body finished shaking with orgasmic tremors, she lied in her bed and sucked the nectar off of her fingers. As she savored the tangy hint on her tongue, she thought about how much she wanted to experience Danny's lovemaking skills.

Now, the opportunity has presented itself. Katrina's conscience told her that this was a stupid idea and perhaps an illegal act that she was about to commit. She stood outside of his bedroom and in the hallway. With the exception of her presence, there was no one else, which she considered to be a sign that tonight was the perfect night. But, it didn't stop Katrina from surveying the hallway and making sure that she was alone.

"You can do this," she said to herself, trying to pep up. "You can do this, girl." She let out a strong exhalation before she turned the doorknob on the door. She pushed the door open and was greeted by a cool and darkened bedroom. With soft and tentative steps, she entered the bedroom. Once she was submerged in the sea of darkness and coldness, Katrina gingerly closed the door. There was a soft click sound as the door was introduced to the doorway.

'Are you sure that you want to do this, Kat?' her conscience suggested. Katrina sighed as her body trembled from the combination of excitement and nervousness. 'You can leave right now. There's no one outside to see you leave the bedroom.' She let out another heavy exhalation. Then, she sealed her fate when her small fingers locked the door.

She turned away from the door. She strolled to the middle of the room, using her trembling legs. She felt so nervous. Her espadrille-adorned feet walked amongst the soft, blue shag carpet and she thought that she was bound to trip. She was a few feet away from the king-sized bed, when she realized a few things. The first thing that she noticed was the sound of Danny's loud snoring. The noise polluted the bedroom's ambiance. It was comical to the point that Katrina giggled. The moment provided relief for her.

The second thing she noticed was that the television was powered on and the light was providing a dim light throughout the room. The light from the TV helped Katrina to take note of the third thing. The third object was lying on the king-sized, platform bed. He was asleep while his thick, muscled legs were entwined with a black bed sheet.

Katrina's almond-shaped eyes bulged in shock, when she saw his nudity. A low-pitched squeal fell from her mouth in glee. She felt like a teeny-bopper meeting her favorite teen idol. She made her way over to the right side of the bed. She gazed down at the face that belonged to her desired one.

His head was turned, so the right side of his face was pressed against the pillow. His long, brown waist-length hair was covered his face like a veil. She thought that he had the face of an angel that was a part of a body that was built to commit lustful acts of sin. His body was large and muscled. His body was evidence of how dedicated he was, when it came to exercising and lifting weights. His physique reminded Katrina of the old statues that lined the Coliseum in Rome.

Her body grew warm. In her mind, there were mental images of riding his cock while her fingers clutched at his brawny chest. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back as she experienced pleasure that was intense and foreign. Her body burned with arousal. Her nipples hardened underneath the red, tube top that she wore. Her skimpy, denim shorts felt tight and uncomfortable. Her pussy felt hot and her inner walls trembled.

"Oh goodness," she whispered in delight as she gazed at him.

A minute of gazing gone by, before Katrina pulled her tube top off of her torso. She threw the item to the floor. She bent over so she could untie the laces of her platform sandals and to remove them off of her feet. She slipped her small feet out of the sandals and kicked the pair of shoes to the side. Her hands tugged the denim shorts down her light brown legs. She kicked the fabric away as well. Now she was as nude as Danny. Her hands sought her pert tits and gave them a squeeze. There was a stabbing point of pleasure in her nipples that pulsated inside of her core. She gasped lightly. Her fingers sought after her cunt. Her fingers split apart her hair-covered lips and revealed her pearl. With a soft touch, her fingertips drew small circles against her clit. A big, blunt force of pleasure burst inside of her cunt and it caused her hips to make small jerks.

"Oh... ah... oh... Oh, Danny" she moaned, as a result of the pleasure she felt. Her fingertips applied more pressure to her hard button and her pleasure increased ten-fold. "Fuck," she gasped. She placed her left foot onto the mattress. Now she had better access to her pussy. The heel of her hand pressed itself to her cunt and grinded against the knot while her fingers submerged themselves in her slicked hole. She felt her cunt tremble erratically. She was about to cum.

'Go on and do it now,' the small part in her mind announced, 'do it now, Kat.' She groaned in excitement. Then with a hiss, she removed her fingers from her pussy. She removed her hand away from her breasts. Fueled by her lust, Katrina climbed onto the mattress and straddled Daniel's hips. She pressed her nectar-soaked pussy against his sheet-covered sex. She felt the large and hard bulge against her. Her pussy pulsated and her body trembled with excitement. Her pussy was ground against the member. She groaned in pleasure. Inadvertently, her moving pelvis pulled the sheet away from him and revealed his member. Her fingers clasped onto his chest while her upper body leaned slightly towards Daniel. Her hips thrust forward in quick, short strokes making her cunt drag against his hard member.

"OH..." Katrina screamed out as her head tilted up to the ceiling. Her torso shifted and was now leaning back. Her hands clutched the tops of his thighs. The environment that surrounded her was ignored as she was consumed by her desire and pleasure. Her small and pouty mouth let out moans and whimpers. Her voice echoed inside of the room. As she rode his cock, her hands drifted down to her core. The tips of thin fingers stroked at her labia and tapped at her clitoris. She felt her fingers become drench with her cum. Her fingers grasped onto his thick member and she marveled at how dense his prick felt.

'Oh my, I know this is gonna hurt,' she concluded.

She lined up the tip of his cock to the opening of her slit. She pressed the glans of his swollen sex into her warmth. She felt her hole stretch as he was forced into her. She whimpered from the discomfort. He was wide and big. She had taken a few deep breaths before she resumed her process. She sank down further onto his shaft, for a few inches. There was pain and discomfort. She let out a yelp.

'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...' she thought as she hovered over his hips. She knew that he was nowhere near her hidden depths. 'Oh God, Kat girl, you're gonna have to do this.' She let out a few breaths while hyping herself up. With a grunt, she sank his cock further into her body. There was an intense pain. She let out an anguish groan and then bit into the palm of her hand to keep from crying out. She leaned her torso forward until her forehead touched his muscled stomach. There were several wails that fell from her mouth as she dealt with the pain.

Katrina expected for Danny to wake up from his alcohol-induced slumber once she screamed out. She was surprised that he was still asleep. Once the sharp stabs of pain had altered into a dull throbbing, she lifted her body off of Danny. Her body shook as adrenaline soared through her veins. Her limbs felt like they were weighted down with large rocks. She pressed her hands against his chest.

"Okay," she said with a shaky breath. "You can do this, Kat."

She changed her legs' position, so now the soles of her feet were pressed against the mattress and knees were pointing to the ceiling. She felt warm fluid flow out of her pussy. Then, she caught the scent of the sweet and metallic fragrance of blood. The enlightenment of no longer being a virgin entered her mind. She trembled from realizing the revelation.

"Well, here goes nothing" she said to herself.

Katrina lifted her ass off of his body and she felt his cock withdrew from her warmth. There was a burst of pain in her pussy, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. With the help of her right hand, she slipped Danny inside of her. She sighed from the discomfort as she sank down on his member. She lifted her bottom up once again only to sink back down. She repeated her actions. Gradually, her lower body's movement formed a rhythm in which Danny's cock inadvertently doled out deep and slow strokes to her cunt. She pressed her hands against his torso to maintain her balance.

It was with one of those thrusts that the pain and discomfort disappeared. It all began with a tingle that permeated the nerve endings. Gradually, the tingling developed into pleasure for her. Her hips' movements changed from being slow and sensual to fast and rough. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of her egregious act.

"OH GOD DANNY! OH, ARGH, FUCK..." she screamed as she continued to ride him.

A pressure formed in the pit of her stomach. It was large and heavy. She recognized the sensation. It was a feeling that she always dreamt of experiencing with Danny.

"Mmmmm...fuck," was the statement that she heard come from her lover. His tone of voice was heavy with arousal. Katrina stared down at Danny. His eyes were still closed. His bottom lip was tucked inside of his mouth. His cheeks would intermittently puff out as he exhaled. She felt his hands latch onto her hips and provide a tight grip. She felt his hips lift off of the mattress to meet her bottom, which caused his cock to press further into her cunt.

"Oh," she wept in joy. 'He wants me,' was her conclusion.

Her small and nubile body trembled while her lower body continued to slap against Danny's prone body. Her eyes formed into thin slits. Katrina glared down at Danny. His eyes were opened. He was gazing up at the ceiling. His forehead was wrinkled as if he was in deep concentration.

"Oh Danny, look..." She threw her head back and her eyes closed. With a wavering sigh, Katrina released her pent up passion and desire. Her climax was not as strong as the orgasms that were created by her hand, but this one was the most memorable.

Katrina collapsed her upper body onto Danny's larger frame. With his cock still nestled inside of her warmth, she stretched her legs out into a more comfortable position. Her face buried itself into the curve of his neck. She gave his hair and his skin a whiff before letting out a sigh of contentment. After a moment, Katrina lifted her head up, so she could speak to Danny. She saw that his eyes were closed again.

"Danny?" she said to him. Her voice sounded coarse.

He didn't respond, so she tapped his right temple.

"Danny?"

Once again, she didn't receive an answer from him. 'Is he sleeping?'

She didn't hear his snoring. She nudged his head with a finger. His head slightly rocked but he didn't wake up.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Oh well, we'll speak tomorrow."

On the next morning, Katrina was awakened by the sound of a loud roar. She sprung from her prone position and she sat up on the bed. She felt light-headed and disoriented. She realized that she was not in her bedroom. She didn't know where she was. Her heart pounded against her chest. She felt shock and frightened. Her eyes stung from the bright sunlight that shone inside of the room from the windows. She closed her eyes, blinked them a few times which was an effort to adjust. But eventually, her eyelids settled for the act of squinting. She glanced across the room at the large and imposing figure that was Daniel. Then she remembered the event that occurred on the previous night.

'Oh,' her brain yelped as she grew slightly embarrassed.

He was dressed in a pair of white briefs. He was pacing back and forth. He was muttering under his breath like a crazy person. He was angry. She knew. He wore his emotion like it was a cape. It was thick and intense to the point that she had difficult time breathing.

"Dan—

The heated glare that he leveled at her caused her to stop speaking. She saw the hatred in his dark brown eyes. He caused her heart to slam against her chest.

"Why are you in my room?" he asked in a growl.

'What, what do you mean?' she silently asked him. She was confused. 'You sound like you don't remember last night. Danny...'

Katrina crawled to the other side of the mattress. She kneeled a few inches away from the edge of the bed.

"We..." she whimpered. "We made love last night," she informed him.

Daniel stopped pacing. He glared at her. There was an expression of disbelief on his face.

"We did not make love last night!" he explained to her. His voice was tainted with anger and disgust. "From what I remember, I had gone to bed last night by myself! I had just woken up and I find you in here! I know that I did not fuck you..."

Hearing the crude reference to their sexual act caused Katrina to cringe in disgust. She thought that he made her feel like a whore. Her body developed a chill; a chill that was not provided by the house's central air.

"... You raped me!" he announced.

The sense of shock ran through her, when he had spoken his accusation. Then her soul felt a sense of revulsion.

"I didn't rape you!" she declared as she rose to her knees. She pointed the right index finger at him. "How dare you say that I raped you! We did make love last—

"Did I ask you to come to my room last night?" asked Danny.

Katrina stopped speaking. She glared at him. He stood a few feet in front of her. He waited for her answer. She didn't speak. Her shame and guilt won't let her. Her stomach rumbled while her throat tightened.

"Answer my question: Did I ever say to you that I wanted you to come to my bedroom, so we could fuck?"

'No,' her mind whimpered.

"ANSWER MY QUESTION, KATRINA!"

"No..." she whimpered as she shook her head. "But—

"You came in here and you raped me!"

Hearing his onslaught of rape accusations continue caused her level of anger to raise. She widened her eyes while glowered at the 6'5, 249-pound man. Her face grew flushed and her nostrils flared.