Lola and the Locked Door

Panting, breathless, and just short of the orgasm that I'd managed to forestall, I bolted out of the kitchen and made a beeline for the bathroom.

"Lola!" Justin called. "Everything okay?"

"Gotta pee!" I yelled, closing the door behind me.

Leaning over the sink to catch my breath, I looked in the mirror to take stock of myself. The front of my cutoffs was wide open and my soaked thong had been pushed off to the side. The left strap of my black tank top had fallen off my shoulder and the cup of my white, lace-trimmed push-up bra was hanging out. The bra itself was all askew and barely covering my nipple, which was diamond hard and poking visibly through the fabric. My long, wavy black hair had fallen all to one side of my face.

As I stared in the mirror, I suddenly felt as if the girl staring back at me was strangely familiar, more like an old friend I hadn't seen in awhile than my own reflection.

I realized then that it had been almost a year since the last time I'd laid eyes on Slutty Lola.

...

Once I'd fixed myself up and Slutty Lola had disappeared from the mirror, I worked up my nerve and walked back into the kitchen, where Justin was dutifully washing the plates I'd left piled in the sink.

"Baby," I said, "Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?"

"Sure," he said, setting the plates on the drying rack and following me into his room. "What's up?"

"You're... you're not really going to let Jack stay here tonight, are you?"

"C'mon, Lola," he said, scratching his chin anxiously. "What other choice do I have? He's got nowhere else to stay and he's too drunk to drive. I can't make my little brother sleep in his car."

"But this was supposed to be our special sleepover night!" I pouted.

"I know, babe," Justin said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "And I'm upset, too. He and I will have a talk about this tomorrow after he sobers up, but right now, we just have to let him sleep it off on the couch."

"Then if he's sleeping over, I want you to take me home."

"Lola, don't be like that. It won't be so bad. You'll be in my room and I'll be in Craig's room, just like we planned. You won't even notice Jack sleeping on the couch."

"I don't want to be here if your sketchy little brother is going to crash our romantic night," I pouted.

"Lola, baby, please," Justin said, looking me squarely in the eye. "It's late, I'm tired, and I don't want to leave him here drunk all by himself. I know this isn't exactly what we planned, but stay here tonight, okay? Do it as a favor to me."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You really want me to stay over even though he's here?"

"Yes," he said, smiling. "Will you do that? For me?"

"Okay, baby," I sighed. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips softly against his. "If that's what you want."

...

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. The three of us watched TV together for awhile, with Justin and I sharing the couch as Jack sat in a chair off to the side. The entire time, I was practically wrapped around Justin, nestling my body against his while keeping my back turned to Jack.

For his part, Jack mostly sat there silently, occasionally taking a sip from what seemed to be a bottomless flask. Justin gave him some disapproving looks and warned Jack not to puke on his sofa, but for the most part, the two brothers seemed content to ignore each other.

But I didn't have the luxury of ignoring Jack. Even though I had my back to him, I could feel his presence behind me, looming ominously. He was biding his time, lying in wait for the night to come.

And eventually, of course, it did. Justin brought out some sheets and gingerly made up the sofa for Jack, explaining to him that we were leaving early to drive out for our hike and that he had to be up and out of the apartment by the time we left. Jack's responses were muted or monosyllabic. His whole demeanor seemed to say, "Just go to bed and leave me alone."

I was getting more and more anxious as I watched this scene unfolding. Finally, when Justin said goodnight to Jack and walked from the living room into the hallway that connected the two bedrooms, I grabbed him.

"Baby," I whispered. "I know you were planning to sleep in Craig's room, but..."

"Lola," he said sternly. "We talked about this."

"I just want to be in the same bed with you," I pleaded, pressing my body against his. "We—we don't have to do anything else."

Justin took my hand in his and walked me with into his bedroom.

"Goodnight, Lola," Justin said. He kissed me. "See you in the morning."

Then, he stepped back into the hallway and shut the door. I heard his footsteps moving down the hallway, and at the other end, I heard the door to Craig's room open and close.

I locked the door and climbed into Justin's bed, alone.

...

My mind raced in the darkness of Justin's room. Mentally and emotionally, I was exhausted, but I knew there was no way I'd be able to sleep.

I tried to calm myself by focusing on the locked door that separated me from Jack. I'd been in this same situation once before, I reminded myself, on the night after Thanksgiving. I'd managed to make it through that night unscathed, so perhaps I could make it through this one, too.

Yet anxious energy still gnawed at my thoughts. The Jack who had turned up earlier at Justin's door wasn't the same as the one I thought I'd left behind in Phoenix. On Thanksgiving, Jack had been aggressive and manipulative, both traits that older men had used to get the better of me in the past. But he'd also been impulsive and undisciplined, and these qualities had allowed me to escape his clutches with my pussy un-fucked.

Tonight, however, he had seemed different. The decision to pursue me all the way to LA was impulsive on the surface, but beneath his reckless, drunken behavior, there was a chilling degree of deliberation. He had thought carefully about what he would do and what he would say to coerce me. That kind of determination, combined with a whiskey-fueled disregard for the consequences, made him more dangerous than he'd been in Phoenix.

So much as I wanted to believe that Jack would fall into a drunken stupor and wake up the next morning, I knew I wouldn't get off that easily. Jack hadn't driven for six hours to pass out on his older brother's couch. He'd driven for six hours to fuck his older brother's hot, big-breasted Asian girlfriend. I shuddered as I wondered what further lengths he would go to in order to get what he wanted.

And then, after laying in Justin's bed and looking at the ceiling for about an hour, I heard the telltale sound of the doorknob rattling against the lock. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

But just as I sat up, the doorknob stopped rattling. For a single, solitary moment, I held my breath in the silence, waiting.

Then, I heard the sound of a fist against the wooden door.

Was he crazy? The knock was too loud, too insistent. Craig's room was just at the other end of the hallway. Surely he wouldn't—

And then, the fist again, even harder than before.

I sprang to my feet and padded quietly over to the door.

When I'd gotten ready for bed earlier that evening, I'd been so preoccupied that I'd forgotten to remove my makeup, so I still had on the eyeshadow and lipstick that I'd put on for my date with Justin. I'd taken off my hoop earrings and the tank top and cutoffs, replacing them with a large, oversized sleep shirt that I fetched out of Justin's dresser. The shirt was just long enough to cover my ass, revealing my bare legs but hiding the white lingerie I still had on.

So, dressed only in Justin's shirt and my push-up bra and mesh thong, I found myself in a familiar position: standing inches away from my boyfriend's younger brother, with only a locked door between us.

"Stop banging on the door," I whispered.

"Unlock it," I heard Jack say through the door.

"Go back to bed, Jack."

His fist hit the door again. This time, I was so close to the sound that it made me jump.

"Are you crazy?" I hissed. "You're going to wake him up!"

"I don't care," he said. "Unlock the door."

"Jack," I said, trying to keep my voice firm. "We're not doing this."

He laughed through the door.

"We're not!" I whispered, incensed by his mocking laughter. "I won't do that to him."

"But you already did," he whispered. "Have you forgotten how much you loved sucking my dick?"

"I—I didn't," I stammered, my composure failing. "That was just an act, Jack."

"You know what I think? I think that was the real you. I think all of this prude, Mormon shit is the act."

"I'm not like that," I whined through the door. "I'm not!"

"Lola," he said, taking almost a teacherly tone. "I heard what you told my brother. I know you're a slut who likes to fuck random guys."

"I don't do that," I protested, my face in my hands. "Not anymore."

"And frankly," Jack continued, "You told him what you are. You were honest with him. So he can't really get mad when he finds out that you fuck other guys, because he knows he's dating a slut, even if he doesn't want to believe it."

"Jack, please," I begged. "Please stop this."

"Unlock the door."

"I can't," I pleaded. "I can't do that to him."

"You have a choice to make," he said. "Either you unlock this door, or I walk down the hallway and start banging on his."

"You can't do that, Jack."

"One of two doors is about to be opened: yours, or his," Jack said. "If you actually care about my brother, then you'll make the choice that doesn't hurt him."

"Jack, I can't," I squealed. "Don't make me!"

"You know what? Fine."

Suddenly, I heard Jack's footsteps moving down the hall, and my heart leapt into my throat. Then, I heard him slam his fist against the other door.

"Justin!" I heard him call. "Wake up!"

In a flash, I threw open the door and ran out into the hallway.

"We gotta have a talk," Jack yelled through the door to Craig's room.

"Jack, stop!" I yelled.

As I ran down the hallway towards where Jack was standing, the door to Craig's room opened up. There, framed against the darkness, I saw my boyfriend's face.

"What is going on?" Justin asked, groggy with sleep.

"I gotta tell you something, bro," Jack said.

"Can't this wait until morning?" Justin yawned.

"Jack, stop!" I grabbed Jack's arm and tried to pull him away from Justin. "Don't!"

"Lola, what are you doing up?" Justin asked, confused.

"I woke her up," Jack said. "We need to tell you something."

"Jack, you're drunk," I hissed, pulling on his arm. "Just stop."

Jack turned to me.

"You wanna tell him?" he asked me. "Or should I?"

"Jack, no," I pleaded.

"Look," Justin sighed. "Will one of you just tell me what is going on?"

"Well, bro," Jack said. "When you and Lola came to Phoenix for Thanksgiving—"

"Jack, wait," I said, tugging at his arm. "I'll... I'll tell him."

Jack stopped talking. Both brothers turned to look at me.

"What is it, babe?" Justin asked.

"Over Thanksgiving," I said, speaking slowly, wracking my brain for what to say. "Over Thanksgiving, I was talking with Jack, and... and..."

I could see a tiny smile hovering just above Jack's lips.

"And I told him..." I covered my face with my hands. "I told him that I didn't think I could ever be a good Mormon wife to you."

"What?" Justin said.

"I don't think I can do it, baby," I cried, a tear running down my cheek. "I won't make a good Mormon wife."

"Baby," Justin said softly. "Baby, come here."

He took me gently in his arms.

"I don't know why you woke us all up for this," he said, addressing Jack. "But Lola, you don't have to worry about that right now, okay? I know you'll be ready when the time comes."

"I don't know, baby," I said, hugging him back. "I don't know if I have it in me."

"Look," Justin said, breaking the hug. "We can talk about this in the morning, but it's late. I'm gonna go back to bed, and you two should, too."

"Okay, then," Jack said, a smile spreading across his face. "G'night, bro."

"Don't wake me up again, okay?" Justin said.

"We'll try not to," Jack said.

"Goodnight, babe," Justin said, leaning in and kissing me. "Get some sleep."

"Goodnight," I said softly.

And then, Justin closed the door, leaving me and Jack alone in the hallway.

"After you," Jack said, gesturing towards the open door at the opposite end of the hallway.

Slowly, silently, I turned and began to walk back down the hallway, my bare feet noiseless against the carpeted floor. I could feel Jack walking slowly one step behind me.

Wordlessly, I crossed the threshold of the doorway, walking into my boyfriend's bedroom as his younger brother followed me in.

I turned around to face Jack, but my eyes were glued to the ground.

"Do you want the door open or closed?" Jack whispered. Then, he smirked. "He did say not to wake him again."

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and swallowed hard.

"Closed," I whispered in defeat.

Jack licked his lips triumphantly as he gently closed the door and turned the lock.

Well, Jack, you beat my test, I thought to myself. You made it through the locked door this time. And this time, you really are going to make me yours.

"Take his t-shirt off."

"Jack," I protested softly, knowing it would come to nothing.

"This is happening," he said, pulling his own shirt over his head to reveal his muscular, 19-year-old chest. "So you can quit acting like this isn't what you really wanted all along."

"It's not," I murmured.

"Well, you better act like it is," he said, unbuckling his belt. "And you better make me believe it. Because otherwise, I'm gonna start making noise again, and you're going to have to explain to your boyfriend why you're locked in his bedroom with his brother."

"Why are you doing this?" I said, looking at him with wet eyes.

"Why?" he laughed. "Because you're the hottest half-Asian piece of ass I've ever seen, and if my brother is too much of a pussy to fuck you like the slut you are, then somebody has to."

Finally, I sighed. Then, I reached down, grabbing the hem of Justin's t-shirt, pulling it over my head, and dropping it on the floor beside me.

"Jesus, your fucking body is insane," Jack whistled. "But you know that, don't you?"

I stood still, my arms limp at my sides, my body on full display in my white lace push-up bra and mesh thong.

"You put on that slutty lingerie for me, didn't you?"

"No," I whispered.

"No, I guess not," he grinned. "But you're going to take them off for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my voice full of shame.

Jack had pulled down his pants and was standing across from me, naked except for his boxers, which were tented lewdly in front.

"Get on the bed," he commanded. "Facing me. On all fours."

Silently, compliantly, I climbed onto Justin's bed on my hands and knees. When I turned to face Jack, I saw that he had pulled out his cock and begun to stroke himself.

"Tonight," he said menacingly. "You're going to give me the best you've got. You're going to give me anything I want and everything you've been saving to give to my brother."

I looked up at Jack, who was now towering over me, his long, hard, 19-year-old cock pointed at me like a spear. My heart began to race. It had been a long time since I'd been in this position, at the mercy of an alpha male, and never with one as young as Jack.

"You're going to do what I want, and you're going to say what I want, or I'm going to wake my brother up and show him just what kind of a slut his girlfriend is."

I sighed, casting my eyes down as I nodded my head ever so slightly. There was no point in resisting anymore. Jack had shown that he was willing to sacrifice his relationship with his own brother if that was the price he had to pay to fuck me.

"Now," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Play with that tight little Asian pussy for me."

What was left for me to do? What was left for me to say? I reached back between my legs, the white nail polish on my fingertips gleaming in the moonlight as I slipped them inside the thin mesh thong.

"Tell me how long it's been," Jack said, stroking himself. "How long since the last time you got fucked?"

"Almost... almost a year," I whispered as my fingers found my clit.

"That's way too long for a slut like you to go without dick, isn't it?" His cock was growing larger, harder, and angrier with every word.

"It's been... so long," I moaned softly, the truth of my words ringing through as my fingers began to circle the sensitive bud.

"Who was it?" he demanded. "Who fucked you last?"

I gulped. Was I really going to give him the truth? I could lie, but what would be the point?

"T—two men," I whispered hoarsely, shocked that I was admitting these details so readily to Jack. "Older... marines..."

"Two?" he grunted in surprise, the purple head of his cock inching closer to my face. "At the same time?"

"Yesss," I moaned, closing my eyes, the words bringing a flood of buried memories rushing to the surface, my pussy tingling as my fingers did their work. "Oh god... oh, fuck, I—I let them both... and then, they—they took turns..."

"Fuck," Jack spat, slapping his cock cruelly against my face. "You're the kind of slut who likes two dicks at once..."

"Ohhhh Jesus," I moaned as the hardness of his shaft struck my face, self-hate and raw sexual energy churning inside me. "Oh fuck..."

"You want me to wake Justin up?" he sneered. "You want to get tag-teamed by two brothers?"

"No, Jack," I said, opening my eyes and looking up at him meekly.

"Why not, slut?"

"Because he—he can't have me tonight," I whispered, licking my lips.

I could feel the compass deep inside my body beginning to twitch and turn, orienting itself to align with Jack's fantasy. I had promised to give this young alpha my best, and whether I'd meant it at the time or not, my body was already rising uncontrollably to meet his challenge.

"I belong to you tonight, Jack," I breathed, letting the words hang heavy on my lips so he could revel in my submission. "Tonight, only you... get to fuck me..."

As the last word escaped my lips, I kept my lips parted just slightly, my face turned up to face Jack as he menaced me with his teenage cock. He needed no further invitation.

And then, just like that, Jack slid his cock between my lips, pushing searchingly towards the back of my throat. And then, just like I had on Thanksgiving night, I opened my throat for him, creating a warm, welcoming cavity for his oversized teenage cock as he drove it deeper inside my mouth.

"That's it," he hissed, a mixture of contentment and contempt in his voice. "Now this is the slut I remembered."

Despite my willingness, Jack grabbed the back of my head, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I could tell he wanted to validate the size of his cock by choking me with it, so I moaned for him in affirmation, a deep, sucking, guttural sound as he choked my airway. My thong was completely soaked now.

"I wasn't ready for you... last time..." he panted as he face-fucked me ruthlessly . "But this time, I'm in control."

With his hands on the back of my head and his cock pushing into my windpipe, Jack was stating the obvious, but the fact of this assertion and its incontrovertible nature sent a ripple of shamefully ecstasy through my body.

I was two years Jack's senior, yet I had lost myself to him completely, surrendered utterly to his teenage desires. I had thought that only older men could control me in this way, but this barely-of-age, 19-year-old, big dick stud had proven that even a younger alpha could make me his slut with enough arrogance, persistence, and bravado.

And if taking control of a big-breasted, half-Asian college girl with a Division 1 body wasn't enough, I was feeding an even darker fantasy that Jack couldn't in his wildest dreams have believed he could ever fulfill. I was his older brother's trophy girlfriend, his would-be wife, and I was sucking his huge, young cock in his boyfriend's apartment, in his brother's room, on his brother's bed. I was playing with my pussy, getting it wet so that he could fuck me before his older brother ever got the chance, all while his brother was asleep down the hall.