Temptation Ch. 01

This is my first story, so bear with me. Some of these events are based on true events. Of course, there is a little embellishment. All names have been changed, for sanity's sake. •

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Sharon was hot and sweaty from jumping and screaming the lyrics to one of her favorite bands. She felt the most alive at a concert. It was where she could let loose and not care about what anyone thought, especially since she was a black girl at a metal concert. The second band finished their set and Sharon was waiting for the headliner to come on stage. While waiting, she looked around to see if she could move up closer to the stage. Gotta love general admission! As she looked around, she received many "what the hell is she doing here?" looks. "Fuck you narrow-minded people," she thought, "we're all here for the same reason. Awesome music!" Sharon continued to look around, and then she saw him. They made eye contact, but she quickly looked away.

"Is that... David?!" she wondered. "No, it couldn't be. I haven't seen him in years!"

Dismissing it, she continued to look around and move forward in the crowd. Moments later, she heard that familiar voice.

"Great band, huh?" said David.

"Oh dear God! It is him!" she thought. "Yeah, they are." she answered. Inwardly, she hoped... "Please, don't remember me. Please, don't remember me!"

"You recognize me, don't you?" asked David.

"Shit." thought Sharon. "Umm, no..." she said, with a feigned confusion.

"It's me, David. Thomas River High School? I just cut all my hair off, so I probably don't look the same. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember you," she thought to herself. "You were crazy about me soon after that horrible break up with Brian. The timing then couldn't have been worse! You were totally obsessed with me, and I was a complete wreck because of Brian. But you were there to help me... and we did mess around a little."

"Yeah!" she said with false shock. "David Rice, right? I thought you had fallen off the face of the Earth!"

"Pretty much. After they kicked me out of school, my life went south fast. But now, I'm working on making things right."

"Wow, he seems much more mature now." she thought. "I wonder what else has matured." She looked over his 6'3 frame. Slender, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. And those talented hands... not to mention the monster he was hiding below the belt.

"Earth to Sharon!" he joked.

She realized he had caught her staring. Quickly, she attempted to save herself from further embarrassment. "Oh, sorry! I was just, uh, trying to find a closer spot toward the stage. Can you help me?" she said.

"Sure thing. It's the least I can do for you, beautiful." he exclaimed.

Being 5'7 and quite curvy, Sharon practically turned beet red. Although proud of her natural 36DD chest, she hated her 36" stomach and 42" hips. Just when she thought she couldn't blush anymore, she felt his hands on those hips, helping her toward the stage. Eventually, they were four rows from the front, dead center.

"Thank you, David."

"No problem honey."

Just then, she felt this immense comfort wash over her. Not being with a man for quite sometime didn't help the situation. Her imagination started to wander, wishing that David would move his hands elsewhere. As if he could read her mind, David began to move his hands around her arms, up to her shoulders and down to her wrists, repeatedly. With that dreamy look in her eyes, she looked up to him. As their eyes met, he leaned in and his lips met hers. As they kissed, she felt fireworks go off in her head. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Wow, he's really improved! I can't wait to see what else he can do now." Still embracing, his hands found the inside of her shirt, squeezing and massaging her breasts, coming ever so close to her sensitive nipples. Moaning into his mouth, Sharon then broke the kiss and returned his hands to her hips. She attempted to speak to remind him and herself where they were, but could only bite her bottom lip, as her arousal would be blatantly obvious in her voice.

"I saw that!" said David. Sharon could only smile at him. Just then, the concert hall went black and the headlining band took the stage. They enjoyed the show, occasionally jumping into the mosh pit. Escaping without more than a scratch.

After the show, David and Sharon were walking toward the nearby parking garage, when he suddenly pulled her into an alleyway, out of the public eye. He gently backed her against the wall, and began kissing her on the neck. Being one of her hot spots, she had to cover her mouth, so her moaning would not attract unwanted attention. His skilled hands, once again, found her bountiful breasts, catching her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She, now, had to use both hands to stifle her moans and screams. The sensation became so much for her, her eyes began circling toward the back of her head. As much as he loved seeing her in such pleasure, he let her go, not wanting to pressure her into something so quickly. Before she even had a chance to question his actions, he took hold of her hand and spoke softly.

"Listen, I know it's been a long time. And I'm still crazy about you. But I'll understand if you don't want to start anything serious with me."

She looked up at him, confused, yet appreciative of his consideration. He's right, it had been a long time. And he wasn't exactly her ideal boyfriend, and he knew that. She was a recent college graduate, model figure of her family, who had never been in any kind of trouble with the law. While David was a high school dropout, with quite a few blemishes on his record. Not to mention being the black sheep of his family.

"Thank you for not rushing me into this." she said. "Give me your number and I'll call you soon."

They exchanged numbers and she called a week later. As they talked, she learned the details of David's hard life, including the death of his mother. Sharon couldn't help but to be attracted to him, since he opened himself up to her so freely. Not to mention he's easy on the eyes. Soon, they began seeing each other exclusively.

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"No way! Oh my God! You can't be serious? DAVID?!" exclaimed Susan.

"Calm down! Yes, David was there. And we've started dating." Sharon said.

"I can't believe this. I know that Brian broke your heart long ago and David was there to help. But do you seriously think he's going to be..."

"Now wait a minute." Sharon cut her off. "I know David lived in your neighborhood many years ago. He had a troubled upbringing. I'm well aware of that. But that's in the past. You can't use his past against him, especially since he's working on changing his life for the better!"

Stunned, Susan stood there with her mouth gaping open.

"You're my best friend, and I know you don't want to see me get hurt again. But it's been nearly 7 years! I think it's time for me to take a chance!" Sharon shouted.

"Okay." Susan said, resigned. "I trust your judgment. But don't tell me any details about your sexual escapades! That would just gross me out!"

"Susan..." Sharon glared.

"Okay, okay, okay." she said apologetically.

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"I can't believe you'll be gone for 6 months!" Sharon muttered.

"I know. I don't want to leave such a beautiful face behind, but I have to go. Not having my high school diploma, I have to do this. I need it for my future." declared David.

"I'm going to miss you so much." she pouted.

He leaned across the center console of her car and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around him, not letting go. She lightly ran her fingers across the nape of his neck, tantalizing him.

"Now you know what that does to me." he said.

"Shut up and kiss me." she retorted.

Being the obedient boyfriend, he kissed her forcefully. He knew she liked it a little rough, but he usually treated her as he thought a woman should be treated, gently. But right now, he was going to give her what he could in the remaining time they had together. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him in even closer. She quickly felt that familiar ache between her legs. His hands came underneath her shirt, nearly ripping it in the process. He reached to unclasp her bra and freed her breasts from their prison. Like a wild animal, he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth, and bit down with just enough pressure to make her moan. As he feasted, she reached down to unzip his jeans and release his throbbing member.

Taking her hint, he leaned the passenger seat back, allowing her room to work. She leaned over and lightly kissed the angry head staring at her. The light touch elicited a groan from David, which only encouraged her to continue. She took the head into her mouth, slowly licking, enjoying every minute of it. Inch by inch, she engulfed his nearly 8 inch cock. Feeling the back of her throat, a slow guttural groan escaped his mouth. Hearing that nearly made her climax right at that moment. With her excitement, she picked up the pace, varying her tongue movements. She began humming and moaning on his cock. The extra vibration caused him to swell, approaching the inevitable. Feeling this, she reached down and lightly squeezed his sac. Then he lost it. Ropes of cum quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could to accommodate more of his sweet concoction.

It took him a minute to recover from his explosive orgasm. Once he regained composure, he looked upon her face, drenched with sweat and cum. She had become so aroused, she was fingering herself, pinching her nipple with her free hand. He couldn't help but to lean in and kiss her as she climaxed.

As she got dressed in the driver's seat, the alarm on his watch went off. It was time for him to leave.

"Damn." he said.

"I know you're going to miss that. Aren't you?" referring to their torrid tryst.

"Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed. She giggled.

He groaned. "I don't want to leave."

"You have to go. If you don't go, you may never get this chance again. So go, or you'll miss your bus."

"I'm going to miss you so much." He kissed her. "And that talented mouth of yours. Haha."

"We will be waiting for you." she joked.

She looked up to kiss him one last time before he boarded his bus. She didn't realize until that moment that she immensely cared about David... maybe even loved him. Just that quickly, he was gone.

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"6 months! Geez, do you think you can last that long?" Susan gasped.

"Well, I had gone without for over a year before I met him, so I should be able to do it." Sharon quipped. Then quickly remembering her previous boyfriend Jack. The thought alone caused her pussy to twitch. She was immediately brought back to the present with Susan's concern.

"But David has been quite the lover, as you have told me. So, I have to ask again... Do you think you can last that long? Haha."

"Are you calling me a nymphomaniac?"

"Yes! Haha." Susan laughed.

"Shut up! I should be able to handle it. I've got plenty of toys to hold me over." she admitted.

"Ew! I didn't need to know that!"

"Hey! You asked! And I always give an honest answer. You're fully aware of that."

"Yeah, but still! I don't need the mental image of my best friend writhing with some phallic-shaped object!"

"Damn, I miss him already..." Sharon said.

"EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!"

"Oh, you're such a prude!"

"Am NOT!" Susan pouted. "I just don't want anyone getting hurt. That's all."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

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Sharon was lazily watching television when an instant message popped up on her computer screen.

"Hi hun!" it read. But it wasn't from David. It couldn't have been. She knew he didn't have internet access where he was. So who could it be? She walked toward her computer, and realized it was Jack.

She began typing. "Oh my God, Jack! How are you?"

"Great." he replied.

Jack was one of Sharon's ex-boyfriends. At an average 5'10", 200 pounds, Jack was another typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy, but quite a stud in the sack. Their stint was short-lived, mainly due to timing. Their attraction to one another hadn't waned much. In fact, when she realized it was Jack, she felt that familiar quiver between her legs.

"What's been going on? How are you and your girlfriend?"

"Well, we broke up..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But I'd rather not talk about that. Frankly, I want to get my mind off of her for good. I know it's been a while, but did you want to grab some coffee and chill?"

Sharon hesitated. "Did he just ask me out? Or am I jumping to conclusions?"

"Sure." she finally answered. "It'd be good to get out of the house."

"Cool. The usual? Say, tomorrow at seven?"

"The only reason you love going to Nick's Bar is because it's walking distance to your house. Haha."

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked impatiently.

"Of course. I'll meet you there."

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"You're not actually going, are you?" Susan worried.

"I'm going. I don't think anything weird will happen." Sharon affirmed.

"How can you be so sure? Jack is manipulative! And he's 'charming' as you've told me before. I don't think you should go." she cautioned.

"I'll let you know how things go. I promise."

"Be careful."

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Sharon and Jack sat in Nick's Bar for hours, downing beer after beer, talking about their past relationships, and their most recent.

"So this David guy... he's been treating you right?" Jack prodded. "Because if not, I'll have to kick some ass."

"That won't be necessary. He's not perfect, but I can't stop thinking about him." Sharon blushed. "I miss him so much. It's only been 2 months since he left, and..."

"That's a long time to, well, you know... go without. Especially for you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Sharon deadpanned.

"Haha, sorry. But I know how insatiable you are. I remember the many nights you've stayed at my place. And then called in to work the next day. Haha."

Sharon noticed the look in Jack's eyes, and immediately knew she could be in trouble.

"I think I should go. You know...work in the morning." Unbeknownst to Jack, she had the next two days off.

"Come on, you're in no condition to drive home. Let's walk back to my place and we can chill there until you sober up."

"Fine. But as soon as I'm sober, I'm leaving."

"Sure. Let's go."

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Sharon and Jack approached his front door. Once Jack opened the door, Sharon stumbled in, nearly falling down.

Catching her, Jack asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to sit down."

Heading toward Jack's room, Sharon could feel the alcohol making her head spin and her loins ache. Her body wanted special attention, and she had a more than capable man there to satisfy that need. Once seated on Jack's bed, Sharon's head stopped spinning, but she was still on fire.

"Plenty of memories here, huh?" Jack quipped, red-faced.

Sharon refused to answer, noticing she wasn't alone in her drunken stupor.

"Want a back rub, for old time's sake?"

She remembered that Jack gave awful massages, but they usually preceded mind-blowing sex. But she couldn't leave in her condition. She was stuck.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Haha."

Jack moved behind Sharon and began to rub her shoulders and neck in his usual lax style. As he rubbed, he moved in closer and nuzzled her neck, remembering that was one of her hot spots.

"I've got you now." he whispered.

"Bastard." As much as she hated the situation she was in, her voice betrayed her. It was filled with lust.

"Sounds like you want more. And I recognize that look on your face." Jack's voice was full of arrogance.

She could say nothing, as her voice would further betray her.

Taking her silence as defeat, Jack roughly picked her up and slammed her against the wall, and bound her wrists with his left hand so she could not escape. He knew she loved it rough. Hell, he was the one who brought it out of her in the first place. Her now soaked pussy was evidence. With his free hand, reached under her skirt, and let his fingers work magic on her aching clit.

"Ohhh gawd. Ahh..."

"Yeah, you love it when I rub your hot button. You love it when I finger fuck your pussy. You love that I can make you beg with these fingers."

As much as she hated to agree, since he wasn't her boyfriend, Jack was right. Sharon loved to be dominated and controlled. It was in fact Jack that opened her eyes to the world of BDSM.

"Tell me how much you love it." he demanded, his voice deep and ragged.

Sharon looked at Jack with lust-filled eyes, but refused to answer.

"Tell me!" He drove his fingers in her pussy as deep as he could.

"Ohhh! Yes! I love it!" she shouted. "I fucking love it when you finger fuck me!"

An evil smirk appearing on his face, he withdrew his now soaked fingers, then threw her onto the bed, ripping her blouse to shreds in the process.

"I'm gonna make you scream more than you ever have." he declared.

Sharon has always been a screamer. As much as she tried to keep her volume down, it was no use. So for Jack to make such a statement, she feared she may end up losing her voice.

Jack quickly disrobed, then soon rid the remaining of Sharon's clothes. Both noticed she was glistening with anticipation.

"Well, a little excited, are we?" Jack laughed.

Sharon looked at him with such intensity, Jack's smirk disappeared and he moved down to taste her. She saw this and couldn't take anymore.

"No. You're going to fuck me. You've tortured me enough. Fuck me right now!"

Jack could see the mind game was over. She was more than ready for the imminent pounding. But being the one in control, he wasn't ready to start obeying her orders. He positioned himself over her, rubbing the head over her clit repeatedly.

"Don't fucking tease me! Fuck me now!" she screamed.

He ignored her and continued to tease her.

"Jack! You bastard..."

With that, he plunged into her easily with his six incher. Jack was definitely not as "gifted" as David, but what Jack could do with what he had trumped David's size. Sharon was well aware of this.

Jack soon caught a rhythm and pounded into her hot and wet pussy. The sound of skin against skin, although present, was drowned out by her wanton screams.

"Ohhh... Fuck, yes! .... Ahhh!" Sharon shouted.

"Yeah, you love that."

"FUCK! Ahhh!"

Her vulgar language only added fuel to the fire for Jack. His thrusting became more enthusiastic.

"You have such a dirty fucking mouth. Only sluts and whores use such language. Are you a dirty slut? Are you MY dirty slut?"

"Ohhh, yes! Yes, I am!"

"I want to hear you say it... Say it!" Jack thrust into her as deep as he could.

"Ahhh. Fuck! I'm a dirty, filthy slut! Your dirty slut!"

They continued to fuck like wild animals until the inevitable.

"Ahh, baby, I'm gonna cum." Jack warned.

She heard him loud and clear, but did not respond. She was focused on the incredible and familiar feeling of an impending climax.

"Fuck yes, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

They came simultaneously, both screaming at the tops of their lungs.

**********

Sharon lay next to Jack, recovering from her blinding yet sobering orgasm.

"I should go." she finally said.

"Are you okay to drive?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." she assured.

"Well, let me walk you to your car."

"No. I'll be fine."

"Alright. I guess I'll talk to you again soon."

She didn't answer. She quickly dressed, wearing one of Jack's shirts in lieu of her tattered blouse, and left for the adjacent parking lot. Once inside her car, she just sat there thinking.

"What have I done?" she worried. She then felt a strangle feeling between her legs.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I forgot my underwear!" But to save face, she turned the key in the ignition and drove home. "Damn, Susan is going to kill me!"