Kicked Around

Something broke free in Erik's head. Maybe it was the little anxiety induced rollercoaster ride that pushed feelings of fear and anger onto him, only to have them quickly washed away with the opposite passions of lust and desire. Maybe it was the fact that he had just built a professional website in under a week and his client loved it so much that she's repaying him in sexual favors. Or, maybe it was the fact that right here and now, Lara's lips were doing their magic on Erik's cock for the 2nd time this week. Whatever the reason, Erik felt a new sense of power that he only felt when hacking or gaming alone. The difference was he felt power over someone else who was right there next to him. And, that person was a hot woman who was sucking his cock at this very moment.

"I watched your cowgirl video," Erik said boldly. Lara stopped and looked up at him, holding his cock to the side.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"I fucking loved it," he answered.

"I still have the cowboy hat," Lara said smiling. "And the boots." Erik smiled. Lara took this as a cue and stood up. She adjusted the futon to lay flat in the bed position. Then, she pushed Erik on the bed and ripped down his pants to his ankles. Lara walked to the closet and grabbed the hat and boots. Then, she walked to the bathroom.

The sudden change in action paralyzed Erik who was now frozen on the bed, waiting for what was to come next. His mind was on overdrive. He was like a kid on Christmas, waiting to open his gift. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and the wait was killing him. He looked around trying to think of what he should do next.

Erik fought with his pants to kick them off his ankles. Then, he pulled off his shirt and tried to straighten his hair. He was lying on the bed wearing nothing but his socks, trying to find a seductive pose, but unable to find a position where he felt comfortable and sexy. The cat jumped on the corner of the bed and stared at Erik. Erik was startled and stared back.

After a minute, the bathroom door swung open. Erik panicked and completely straightened his body up with his arms down to his sides and held the position. The cat jumped down and disappeared. Lara slowly walked out of the bathroom wearing a red cowboy hat, red cowboy boots, red lipstick, and nothing else, holding a red condom in her hand. Erik noticed that Lara wasn't wearing all the other makeup or the whip cream like in the video. "There's no whip cream, but she still looks fucking incredible," Erik thought.

Lara threw the condom onto Erik's stomach. "Saddle up," she said coyly.

Erik grabbed the condom and looked at Lara who had a devilish smile on her face.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Erik's mind raced. "This can't be fucking real! I must be fucking dreaming. Holy shit! I'm going to fuck her. We're going to have sex. This is amazing! I'm going to have sex with a porn star!"

Erik never wanted something so badly in his life. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the condom, trying to open it up. Lara walked over to her desk and picked up a remote control and her phone. She turned on her stereo system. Suddenly, a country-western stripper anthem that Erik knew well blared through the speakers. The song was about girls who like to have sex with cowboys.

"OK, this has to be a dream," Erik thought. "This is too perfect. She's too perfect. I'm...." Erik's thought was cut off when Lara walked over and grabbed the condom. Lara opened it and then she put in on Erik. "I love you," Erik thought as Lara was running her hands down his cock to slide the condom down. "I fucking love you."

Lara straddled Erik on the bed and put his cock inside her. She bounced up and down as her tits bounced with the movement. Lara made slow groans as she reached down to rub her clit. Erik's eyes were full of lust and love. His emotions were mixed which intensified the moment for him even more. To Erik, what he was doing right here and now was the best thing that could ever happen to a guy like him. He did not want this to stop, ever.

Erik was rock hard. He couldn't take it anymore. Even after masturbating this morning, sex with Lara brought him to the brink too fast. Erik concentrated: "Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Garbage. Vomit. Diarrhea. Dirty diapers. Fuck! No! Not working!"

Erik sat up to slow the pace. Lara continued to grind on him. Lara's eyes were closed, and her slow sexy moans made Erik's mind go crazy. He felt like a stud. "She's so beautiful," Erik thought. Erik leaned in and kissed Lara on the lips.

"Eww... What the fuck?" Lara said pulling away from Erik.

"What?" Erik asked confused.

"What are you doing?" Lara said.

"Nothing," Erik responded.

"You kissed me," said Lara.

"Uh, yeah I guess I did."

"Don't," Lara said.

"Don't?', Erik questioned.

"Don't kiss me," confirmed Lara.

"OK, why?" Erik asked.

"Because, we aren't like that," Lara said.

"OK.... I'm sorry," Erik said confused. Erik now wasn't sure what was happening. The one thing he did know was that he didn't want this to end.

"It's fine...," Lara said trying to shrug off the exchange. "You can play with my tits, maybe a finger in the ass, if that's your thing, but don't do anything crazy... like don't kiss me...."

"A finger in the ass?" Erik questioned.

"Yeah, just don't kiss me," Lara confirmed.

"O...K....," Erik said slowly.

"And one finger... Not two... That shit hurts," Lara said. Erik was still very confused, yet he was mustering some courage to say something else to lighten the mood since things went in a completely different direction with a simple kiss.

"How about my penis?" Erik said shyly with a smile.

"Don't push your luck," Lara responded.

"OK," Erik said.

"And don't call it your penis...," Lara continued. "Sounds like you're a doctor... Call it, your cock."

"Or my meat stick?" Erik said jokingly, again trying to get Lara to let her guard down. "How about tallywhacker?"

Lara stares at him coldly, not moving.

"Do you seriously not want to fuck me right now?" Lara asked sternly.

"No, no...," Erik pleaded. "I'm sorry, just keep going." Erik was extremely confused, but his lust for Lara kept him focused on the activity at hand.

"Just lay back, shut the fuck up, and enjoy the ride," Lara said.

Erik followed Lara's command. He leaned back, and Lara slowly bounced up and down. Then, faster and faster. With the intensity, Lara's hat fell off onto Erik's face, closing him off from the world, so Erik saw nothing but red. And then, Erik came.

Erik was in heaven. The hat fell off of Erik's face, revealing the biggest smile that he's ever had. Lara was still bouncing on top of Erik and rubbing her clit. She was breathing heavily, and she had a high pitched moan that Erik found incredibly sexy. And then, she came, convulsing on top of him. Lara released a scream of delight and Erik could feel her contracting around his cock. The sensation felt amazing. Then, she collapsed on top of Erik, moving the hat back on his face. She laid there on top of him for a few seconds. Erik moved the hat and breathed in her sweet smell. Erik caressed Lara's back, feeling even closer to her.

Suddenly, Lara rolled off of him onto her back, still breathing heavily. "She just fucked my brains out," Erik thought to himself. "A fucking porn star literally just ripped my pants off and fucked my brains out." Erik still couldn't believe it even though he consciously lived through the whole event. Erik felt like a pornstar himself, having been seduced by the woman in need of his services. This feeling boosted his ego to new heights that had never before been reached, and for the first time in his life, Erik felt like a sex object. And, he liked it.

Eventually, Lara's breathing slowed back to normal. Then, she shot up and looked at him. Erik still had the smile on his face. "You ready to get back to work now cowboy?" Lara said with a serious tone, but a playful smile on her face.

"Yeah...," Erik gasped still smiling.

"Great!," Lara said jumping out of bed and walking back into the bathroom. Erik sat up on the bed and watched Lara walk into the bathroom.

"I think I'm in love," Erik said to himself. "She's absolutely incredible. She's... She's everything I could ever want." Erik's confused emotions of lust and desire combined with an abnormally high self-esteem boost clouded his judgment. At this moment, Lara could have just about asked him to do anything, and Erik would have said yes followed by, "I love you."

Erik looked over and noticed that perched on the counter was the cat, in full view of the futon and grinning. "Did it just watch us have sex?" Erik thought. "What the fuck is going on with this cat?"

Erik felt uncomfortable by the cat's piercing stare, especially since he was naked. Erik put his clothes back on. Then, Erik walked back over to the desk ignoring the cat. When he sat down, he looked over, and the cat was gone. Lara came out of the bathroom with her clothes on. Lara walked over to the desk and turned the computer screen on. Erik couldn't stop staring at Lara. He had a massive smile on his face, and his eyes were full of love. Lara stopped suddenly and looked back at him confused.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked.

"I was... Looking into your eyes. You have very beautiful eyes.," he responded.

"You don't have to do that."

"Do what?"

"The boyfriend, complement shit. Don't do that."

"But I think you are..." "Just stop... Just, help me..."

"OK..."

"This woman is a dream come true," Erik thought. Erik leaned in and kissed Lara on her cheek. She moved her hand from the keyboard and smacked him in the face.

Erik was surprised by the quick and adverse reaction to his loving gesture. Then, he thought that she was just being playful. So, Erik decided to try again. He moved in and kissed her on the cheek once more. And again, the smack came swiftly and even harder than the first.

"Stop!," she yelled.

"Ow!," Erik said.

She gave him a stern look. He smiled and then moved in once more kissing her on the lips. This time she grabbed his nipple and twisted it as hard as she could.

"Ahhhhh!," Erik screamed like a woman.

"Asshole!," she muttered as she continued to type on the computer. "Stop acting like a little bitch and help me."

Chapter 9

Lara sat at the desk controlling the mouse on her laptop as Erik directed her throughout the new website, answering all of Lara's questions. Every time Erik started showing her a new piece of functionality, Lara's eyes lit up with excitement. She was amazed by all these new features that were now available to her. The feature list kept growing as she frantically scribbled small details into a notebook. She kept asking questions and pulling as much information from Erik as she could.

Lara's brain was a sponge, and she soaked up all the information that she could. After Lara felt like she had a good understanding of everything, she wanted to test it out. She posted a new still frame shot from last night's cam session. Erik had her create a new post with the title "Hello World!" and the description said, "How you like me now?".

After Erik answered all of Lara's questions, Lara walked Erik to the front door, trying to push him out as fast as she could so she could continue exploring on her own.

"Bye," Erik said leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. Lara leaned backward and looked at him strangely.

"What did I tell you about that shit?" Lara said. Erik leaned back.

"Uh, yeah, right...," he said. "I forgot. Can I give you a hug?"

"O... K...," Lara said eyeing him strangely. Erik and Lara shared an awkward hug.

"Bye," Erik said, and he walked out the door.

Erik was walking back to the dorm from Lara's. "Are we dating?" he thought. "Are we together? Is she using me? What the hell is this? She acts really strange until she needs something. Then, she flips a switch in her head and 'Lola the pornstar' appears to fuck her way out of the situation. And then, that's it. She wants nothing else to do with me. Naw... That's not right. She's just trying... to... Fuck... I... I just don't know."

Erik's confusion continued as he walked back to the dorms. When Erik returned to his room, he didn't know what to do. Erik decided to visit Lara's website and saw that she was adding a bunch of new content: new videos, new images, and more. "She only gave me some of her stuff," Erik thought. "I thought she gave me everything." All of the videos were solo masturbation and striptease clips. Erik watched the new videos, during which he masturbated three separate times. Then, Erik noticed that the private cam session time slots were available for reserve and some of the slots were already booked. "Shit, she wasn't kidding," Erik thought. "She must have some dedicated customers."

The more that Erik navigated around the updates, the more he became a nervous wreck. Erik couldn't get Lara out of his head. He spent the entire past week working on her website, watching her videos, and trying to build something for her, maybe even "with her." Now, that she didn't "need him," he felt like he was no longer special to her if he even was special to her, to begin with. Erik stood up and began pacing in his room. He wanted another chance with Lara. "Maybe if I just don't kiss her, this could work out?" Erik thought. Erik's thoughts kept leading him down irrational paths. Finally, Erik decided to text her. "I love the new videos!" Erik texted to Lara. He sat by his phone, eagerly waiting for a response. But nothing came back.

"Maybe her phone is in the other room or something," Erik thought. Erik sat there looking at his phone. Finally, the phone rang. Erik's heart raced as he fumbled with the phone and dropped it on the floor. He picked it up and tensed up as he looked at the screen. Then, he let out a sigh, shrinking down. Erik swiped the screen to answer it and brought the phone to his ear. "Hi mom," Erik said.

"Hi honey!" Erik's mom said on the other line. "How's school!?"

"It's... interesting," Erik responded.

"Well that's good. Did you meet any new people?"

Erik paused. "Yeah," he said. "A few."

"Did you meet any cute girls?"

"Mom," Erik said shortly. "Wha... What's going on? What do you need?"

"Oh calm down. I'm just teasing you. I just wanted to see how school was going and if you needed anything."

"No mom," Erik responded. "I'm fine. I've been busy with class, so... yeah... things are fine."

"OK," Erik's mom said. "Well... We miss you, and I hope you come back home soon to visit."

"I will mom," Erik said. "I'm just trying to figure things out and everything." Erik was starting to get anxious. He didn't want to tie up the phone line in case Lara decided to call him. Erik tried to make his responses as short as possible.

"I know dear," Erik's mom said. "We just..." She started to sob on the phone. "My boy is growing up."

"Fuck," Erik thought. "Here we go."

"And it's hitting me now," Erik's mom continued.

"Mom," Erik responded. "It hit you for a month before I left. And during Prom, Finals week, Spring break, Christmas vacation..."

"BUT NOW IT'S REAL!!!," Erik's mom began balling her eyes out on the phone. Erik's free hand facepalmed his forehead, preparing for a long tear-filled conversation with his mother about how he's growing up and she's losing her little boy.

Erik shook his head in his hand waiting to hear an opening in the constant sobbing so he could get a word in.

"Ma... Mom... Mom!," Erik said even louder.

"WHAT!," Erik's mom said frantically in the phone.

"I'm not dead mom. I'm just... at college."

Two hours later, Erik was finally able to calm his mother down enough to get her off the phone. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Lara?!," Erik thought. Erik rushed to the door and swung it open. It was Bret and Steve. Erik's tenseness went down again as he saw the two of them at the door.

"Food," Bret said.

"Food?" Erik asked.

"Food," Bret said.

Erik nodded. "Food," Erik said.

It was now dinner time on Sunday night. They all took the elevator downstairs and went to the cafeteria. They walked through the line, received a tray of food and then walked over to a table and sat down. Bret and Steve began eating. Erik looked down at his food and lost himself. He was staring down, trying to find the answers to life while gazing at reheated cafeteria food.

Bret stops and studies Erik for a moment. "What the fuck is going on man?" Bret finally says. Erik looks up at him. "Nothing," Erik responds. Erik takes a small bite of his food, ignoring Bret.

"You look depressed," Steve says sincerely. Erik looks at Steve who is staring back at him with a genuinely concerned look on his face. Erik stared back at him. The two just looked at each other. Finally, Erik broke the silence. "What?" Erik asked.

"I said, you look depressed," Steve says again. Erik looks at Bret, who is also looking at Erik with a solemn look on his face.

"What is happening here?" Erik said. Bret and Steve look at each other confused and then look back at Erik.

"What?" Steve says.

"You're talking," Erik responded, looking at Steve in amazement. "What's wrong?" Steve smiles slightly.

"I'm fine," Steve says.

"Yeah man," Bret cuts him off. "He's fine. You're fucked up. You look like someone cut your nuts off, ground them up and now you're being forced to eat them."

Erik looked at Bret. "Dude," Erik said. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me?" Bret said with a slightly surprised look on his face. "Mwa? ... What the fuck did I do to you?"

"All you talk about is how I'm not doing this or that, or how I should be doing something I'm not," Erik responds, raising his voice. "Then, it's 'Fuck this' or 'Fuck that.' I'm not like you. I'm just a fucking computer nerd who sits inside all day and plays video games. I don't talk to girls. I don't even know how. I don't do shit like you do. I'm not even sure what the fuck it is you do." Erik was now red in the face.

Bret sat there looking at Erik with a straight face. Erik was winded, breathing heavily to calm himself down. After a few seconds, Bret began laughing at Erik.

"What?" Erik shot to him. "What's so funny?"

"You," Bret said through the laughter. "You, man. You need to calm the fuck down. I talk a lot of shit to poke fun and make people laugh, but you're taking shit WAY too seriously."

Erik's skin color on his face had completed its transition from red back to white.

"But seriously man," Bret started in again. "You look like shit. What's going on?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Steve followed up. Erik looked over at Steve again with an awkward look.

"I don't want to talk about it," Erik responded.

"Alright," Steve said. "But you shouldn't hold that kind of stuff in. It's not good for you."

"What the fuck Steve?" Erik shot back.

"What?" Steve asked. "What did I say?"

"This is the most amount of words I've heard you say since I met you last week," Erik started raising his voice again. "You've been stumbling around, high as a kite for a fucking week and now you're going to give me fucking life advice? What the fuck do you all day anyway?"

Steve stared at Erik. "Right now?" Steve responded. "Not much."

"Alright then," Erik said, looking like he wanted to say something else, but was tongue-tied. Erik kept on opening his mouth trying to say something but kept stopping himself.

"And?" Bret asked.

"Shut up," Erik shot back at Bret. "I gotta get the fuck out of here. I can't handle this shit."

Erik got up from the table and walked away. Bret and Steve watched Erik leave.

"He's fucked up," Steve said.

"Yeah," Bret responded. "Aren't we all..."

"Yep," Steve said and continued eating.

Chapter 10

Erik went back to his room. He was still pissed off after dinner with Steve and Bret. Erik locked his door and opened his laptop. He sat down in his computer chair. Just as he began typing, his phone notified him of a new message. The message came from Erik's gaming network app. The message itself was from a user named Roger_Dodger, and the message said: "You're late again! Log on now!"