Why Don't You Come Over?

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I hissed, each syllable of "fucking bitch" rendering a sharp crack of my whip to connect with her rosy ass. The duct tape over her mouth allowed nothing but low grunts and moans in response. Slamming my whip on the ground, I grasped two handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back. I bit into her earlobe, and another low groan sent electricity flowing through my veins. I stood there, my grip strong, just panting in her ear. All the pent up anger and frustration of the past few years was ready to be released onto her body in a blind rage. I was shaking. I wanted to tear her apart. I closed my eyes and released her hair, backing away slightly. When I opened them again, it was as though my line of vision burned. I wanted blood.

Without notice, I released her tight wrist bindings and she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. Before she had time to react, I grabbed a fistful of her hair again and shoved two fingers from my other hand into her mouth. I jammed them down her throat and felt her gag. With a shudder, I removed them and quickly found her asshole. With little finesse I worked my fingers inside, delighting in her yelps of pain. I let her head fall and smacked her ass open-palmed again and again as I thrust my fingers inside. The air surrounding us smelled of shit and sex. Suddenly the anger in me rose again, and I added two more fingers without any lubrication. Thrusting violently, I pounded against her begging and screaming. Finally, anger subsiding, I removed my hand from her abused asshole.

On my knees I watched her feeble attempt to pick herself up before basically throwing her sideways so she lay on her back. For control, I held her hair once again. Her eyes were glassy with lust, and drove me wild. She was sweaty and out of breath. I held the hand I'd just fucked her with over her face. "Clean your shit up." I said, and smacked her cheek just hard enough. Her lips parted, and I shoved all four fingers in her lovely, sweet fucking mouth. "Suck it, cunt!" I yelled, desperate. She complied and I closed my eyes again, focusing on the sensation. Focusing on the control.

For three years, my daughter retained friendship with one lovely little cunt named Katherine. I'd come home from a 12 hour workday ready to sleep the day away, only to find this sweet little thing in my living room, prying me from my rest and, eventually, my sanity. Everything this girl did subtly resembled sex. I might have been the only one to see it, but I was entranced. And she was a wonderful tease with her hot-and-cold attitude. Her touch was always afraid. Those fucking eyes... my god, those eyes could fuck. It was as though she entered me, tore apart my inner world, and made it her project to pretty it all up again. Then she had to go and leave. Fuck. Fuck her.

Focusing on the control. I took my hand back and braced myself, for balance. I jammed my knee between her legs, coming into contact with that pussy. I rubbed a little and watched her eyes roll back. Oh, how her pleasure infuriated me. I cried out angrily and smacked her in the face again. I had no idea what I was doing, I'll be honest. She was finally struggling against me, trying to pry my fist from her hair. I sneered down at her, and made the mistake of looking into her eyes.

She fucked me. Again. I cried out angrily. Again. I got up off of her and walked to the other end of the basement, where my kit was. I grabbed the smooth, sharp knife I'd placed inside. When I turned around, she was already standing and when she caught sight of it, she began backing away. "Fuck with me with this in my hand, why don't you?" I hissed. I watched her slow intake and exhalation of breath.

"Deb..." she started, but I wasn't hearing it.

"No! No you fuckingbitch you will not address me." In response, she nodded her head. I continued, "You. Left. Me. You left me all fucked up. You fucked me up. And then you were gone. YOU FUCKING BITCH! You knew what you were doing! And you disafuckingpeared." In no time, she was pressed against a wall, and all the was between us was the knife. I wanted to stab her until she didn't exist anymore. Until there was nothing left.

"Please..." she begged, and her tone struck a chord. A deeply sexual, frustrated chord, but a chord nonetheless. I threw the knife and kissed her, forcefully. She responded, it was as though we were trying to mash our mouths together, but it thrilled me. She wrapped her arms around me so tight I could hardly breathe, but I didn't really want to. Our tongues were so forceful it was almost painful. When I couldn't take anymore, I pushed away. She just fucking stood there, breathing like an idiot. I fucking hated her, right there. I fucking wanted her, so terribly bad.

It was a miserable day in September, and I wanted nothing more than to come home to my daughter and Katherine, to lose myself in a little sexy game of cat and mouse. I came home to emptiness. God, was I miserable. I mixed myself a drink or five, and sat on my porch, watching the miserable rain. I'd just helped Amy, my daughter, buy a new Jeep, and my stomach turned when I saw her pulling into the driveway. I really wanted nothing to do with people. I laughed. I really wanted nothing to do with myself. She got out, along with a newer friend of hers, Jamie. The two of them made me ill. Well, more ill than usual. Jamie and Amy. Fucking disgusting. The times when Katherine hung around became more and more rare. I guess that was what irritated me. The two of them were walking towards me, bitching to each other about some bitch or another. They hardly greeted me. I flicked them off as the front door closed behind them. I guess I am pretty damn childish.

I still fucking wanted her, I couldn't believe it. "Will you listen, for a second?" she pleaded, and I nodded my head. I felt like I was shrinking. Dissolving. "I didn't leave you. Goddamnit you should know I couldn't leave you unless you wanted to be left. Fuck it, Debbie! I needed you! I still fucking need you, after how many years? Two? Goddamnit, Deb, you know..." I interrupted.

"So, you're telling me I wanted to be left?"

"No... no, that's not what I meant." I shoved her backwards, fuck it if I would listen to her lie.

"Fuck it!" I cried out, and shoved my hand at her pussy. She cried out in pain and/or pleasure, and I smacked her cunt to drive the point home. She wilted, and the dissolving I'd just felt was reversed. She began weeping, and I was lost.

"You don't... understand..." she managed, and I had to admit, I really didn't.

Suddenly, I was on my ass, and she was on top of me. Gripping at me, nipping my neck, sucking it. I moaned and clung to her. My mind was wiped. She found my mouth again and we kissed more, not so forceful as before, but just as passionate. One hand moved to my cunt and I responded feverishly. I must have scratched her, I gripped her so tightly, wanting us to become one, I suppose. She massaged my clit, hard, and I was pressing up against her hungrily.

"Aghgod Kath!" I cried out, I just wanted her. More. She fucked me with her hand, who knows how much of it. All I could feel was the sweet friction in my pussy and the fireworks in my head. She was doing something with her mouth on my tits, I don't know what, I just know it was amazing.

The need came on quick and strong, like nothing I'd felt before. She was moving inside me and teasing my nipples, I was crying out and grasping for her body all over. All I wanted was more, always more, never enough. Finally, everything within me pressurized. Built up and built up until I was deaf and blind and I exploded, screamed, exploded. I could barely breathe as I came, I must have screamed her name a dozen times. I might have even blacked out, for a moment. All I know is that, when the most intense moments were over, I was paralyzed and she, too, was motionless, laying atop my spasming self. I began to cry. Not weep, not sob, but fucking cry. Never in my life had I cried like this, and she held me as I shook. I let it all, everything, go.

After a few weeks had passed without sight or word of Katherine, I managed to ask Amy of her whereabouts. Of course, Jamie was there too. So, of course, she was the one to answer, "Ha, that fuckingbitch? She's off killing herself, somewhere."

Upon hearing of my lovely little trinket referred to in such a way, I instantly became irate. "What the hell does that mean? ...Amy?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

"We're not friends with her anymore. She's psychotic." I was floored. I was angry. How could this be ending? Katherine had confessed to me that she felt she was getting too close, and I told her there was no such thing. So she left? God, I was enraged.

But, I let it all, everything, go beneath her embrace. I couldn't feel a damn thing except white-hot relief, and it flooded me. She held me tight, and I think she cried too. After most of the sobs subsided, she rose and I followed. "We should go upstairs. It's more... comfortable" she said, in a low, husky voice. I simply followed, zombie-like. She led me up my cellar stairs, through my kitchen, up another set of stairs, into my bedroom. We both collapsed onto my bed, facing each other. She looked into my eyes and injected me with love, it seemed. Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. Not so heated as before, but filled with a more gentle passion. Her lips were so soft, I just wanted to devour them. Just as our tongues began intertwining again, she gradually pulled away. Offering me only a semi-smile, she tucked my hair behind my ear.

It was as though she'd put a soothing spell on me. All of the violent emotions had vanished, leaving only pure, untainted love. I blushed and looked away when I thought of this, I was embarrassed. Reading my mind, Katherine said "It's okay." I gave her a doubting look. "Really, Love, it is. I understand. I really do." I couldn't believe it, but I got choked up again. And again, she just held me. I was overwhelmed. Overjoyed, too, but overwhelmed by these events.

I sauntered through the vegetable isle, mind reeling about nothing and everything. I stole glances at everyone around me to see whether or not they were stealing glances at me. I was wearing a rather short skirt, at least for a woman my age, and a very sheer blouse. No bra. And, of course, the vegetable isle was rather cool. I did this all on purpose, do not be fooled. The exhibitionist in me comes out all too often. Quite frankly, I hadn't been fucked - and I mean, any type of fucking - in over a year. Not even by myself, I couldn't really stand myself. So, needless to say, I was heated.

When stealing one of those glances, I stole an image of something that nearly stopped my heart. Not something, someone goddamnit. Katherine. Katherine - beautiful, natural, sapphic, romantic, fucking Katherine. I didn't know what to do, or how to react. I didn't have to, though, because she reacted first. She simply said "Debbie..." and I nearly melted. I barely mustered a "Hello."

"Debbie, I... I. Wow. I miss you!" She exclaimed, and hugged me. Tight. Her smell, her embrace, was almost too much. I nearly fainted, I think.

It was all too much to take in. I wanted to explain myself, right then. "Katherine... when I saw you today, I just... God, I nearly died, I think. And I didn't want you to see it. I didn't want you to realize your power over me. That's why... well, that's probably why I was so... you know..."

"Fucked up?" She interrupted.

I laughed. "Yes... I guess, yeah. Fucked up. I'm so, so sorry."

"You really don't have to be. I said I understand... and I mean it. Everything. I understand it all. I understand you. All of you." She was just so perfect. She kissed my forehead and pushed me onto my back, pinning me down and kissing my chest, neck, and ears until I nearly combusted. Gradually, she stopped and continued talking. "When you asked me over today, I almost had a goddamn heart attack. Actually, I was mid-heart attack at the moment, since I'd just caught sight of you. You don't even know. I'm not like, a stalker or anything, but every time I saw you somewhere over the past year, I froze. It was bad."

"Where did you see me, exactly?" I was honestly curious, since I hadn't seen her once.

"Oh, just around. Like... once, I went to the pizza place next to the nail place, and you were in there, and I just kept walking. Like a fucking moron, or something. And another time, I was driving and you were driving the opposite way, and I think I almost crashed into a telephone pole." I had to laugh. I knew the feeling. Emotions taking over the brain. I was so glad, in that moment, that I had shoved my confusion aside long enough to ask her over.

Standing there in the stupid vegetable isle, her embrace ended too quickly for my liking, and I stiffened - afraid of my own possible reactions. "How have you been?" She asked, and by her tone I knew she didn't mean in general. She meant emotionally. She knew me like that, and it bothered yet thrilled me.

"Well, fine." I knew I sounded bitter, but I really didn't want her to know. Despite the fact that I really wanted her to understand. She paused, caught off guard by my shortness, it seemed. Her face looked kind of sad, right then, and it murdered me slightly.

"Oh, Debbie... I miss talking to you. I just miss you. I hope that doesn't sound awful to you. But I so, so do."

I focused on my breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. "Yes, I miss it too. Listen... I don't really want to talk here. No, well, I just don't feel comfortable. Why don't you... oh, I don't know Kath." I thought about my options in a split second. Amy was off in New York with Jamie for school, so there was no risk in that area. I just gave in to myself, and popped my question. "Why don't you come over?" I swear, her face was glowing. Radiant, her beauty. She hugged me again. I lost my sense and hugged her back tighter, this time. The date was made. For the next week, I would be left to fume, to contemplate, and to plan.

Again, we were kissing. Neither one of us seemed able to get enough. She was so gentle, it was blissfully suffocating. Her delicate hands touched every part of me, lingering on my breasts and, therefore, giving me goosebumps. After a while, we stopped kissing, and she was just running her hand across my skin, setting it ablaze. I watched her looking at me as if I was a precious work of art. My heart was swollen, my body immobile. One look at her expression showed her unending adoration, and it was enough to make me swoon. As if on cue, she focused on my clit and I responded quickly, breathlessly. She shifted her body until my pussy was level with her face, and tongued my slit for just a bit too long. She was so. Fucking. Overwhelming. She massaged all the right places, and sucked and nipped on my clit until I was growing desperate again. Then, like a true tease, she snuggled up again to me, face-to-face. She kissed me, and I could only faintly taste my own juices. At the same time, we moved until our bodies were completely wrapped up in each other. I have never felt so entirely comfortable in my time of existence on this goddamn earth. I was amazed.

She devoured my neck again, and I went crazy. She drove me insane. I started moving about in our embrace, and wound up grinding against her leg. She moaned audibly next to my ear, and it just made me more wild. In a most sensual, sapphic, yet animalistic way, we were making love. I didn't have one rational thought. We just moved into each other - mind, heart, and soul. We fed off of each other's pleasure, driving each other to countless orgasms. Not one word was spoken, but we communicated volumes. That evening was the first sound sleep I'd had in at least five years. The years following, and the years to come, hold many nights of the same.