Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pistol-whipped ❯ The Romance and the Scandal ( Chapter 8 )

Yay, I managed another chapter!
Enjoy!

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“Shit!”

 

Alexander scrambled to his feet from his hunched position at the foot of his bed and rushed to slam the button on the piercing alarm clock. The machine silenced its high-pitched scream and he slouched, heart still racing from the stunning wake-up call. His head was groggy and his eye lids stuck together every time he blinked. Alexander Craft had never been a morning person. His mind groaned.

 

School.

 

It never took long for him to get ready, especially since he had found a rat living in his bathroom, and had consequently preferred to avoid morning showers. He chuckled a bit and shuddered at the same time as he recalled the feeling of the rodent crawling up his naked leg at 6 o'clock in the morning. He was thankful that no-one had witnessed his very masculine squeal.

 

With a little skip in his step, Alexander walked to his wardrobe and undressed, changing from yesterday's uniform to today's, grumbling at the poor personal hygiene his furry room mates had thrust upon him. Once he was bare, he yanked on a fresh, white undershirt and paused to put a hand on his stomach, rubbing the soft cotton against his hard abdomen. His eyes closed at the soothing feeling, and then he moved to slide on a fresh pair of pants.

 

Alexander straightened once he finished buckling his belt, rolling his shoulders back and sucking in a load of fresh morning air. He let it wake him up, revitalize him, and he smiled to himself. It died as quickly as it graced his features; he blinked, suddenly taken aback.

 

Why the fuck am I in such a good mood?

 

“Baby, breakfast is almost ready!”

 

The smile exploded on his face, making dimples dot his cheeks and happiness glitter in his eyes. A childish giddiness washed over him, consumed him, and he almost ran to his kitchen, to the source of the call, heart fluttering at the sight of Jennifer flipping pancakes on a pan over the stove. A cry of joy exploded in his chest and he hugged her from behind, taking the Californian girl by surprise. His arms tightened around her waist and his face buried itself in her hair while she continued to cook, her own smile making her face glow.

 

She laughed softly, “Easy, tiger.”

 

The sweet smell of pancakes wafted to his nose, through the smell of Jen's silky hair and the smell of his shirt draped over her body, the smell of him. With that, he noticed that his shirt was the only thing she was wearing, it draped over her thin arms, and the hem caressed the skin at her thighs. The past two, painful, months, made themselves known by nudging the rock hard erection in his pants against her soft ass. He pushed his hips against her and shuddered.

 

Jennifer gasped and her grip on the cooking pan faltered as his dark voice assaulted her ear, “I missed you,” He pressed into her further, his hands going from her waist to the front of her thighs, “a lot.” He swallowed hard as pressure built persistently in his abdomen, and very un-childish thoughts raced through his mind and heated his blood. The tops of her thighs under his palms felt warm, soft, plush, and he couldn't help himself. He flicked the gas off, jerked her to the side, away from the stove, and pinned her hips between his and the corner of the kitchen bench, bending her over the hard surface.

 

Jennifer scolded him over her shoulder, “Alex! What do you think-”

 

He bent over her and growled in her ear, his voice deep and rough, “Shut up, Jen,” Alexander parted her legs, running his hands up and down those warm, soft, plush thighs. He slid his palms in between them, and then up to her ass, cupping the globes and squeezing them through the material of her shirt. “I've waited so long for this...” his eyes could have rolled back at the feeling of her, warm and snuggly around the bulge in his pants; and pressing ever so hesitantly back into him.

 

The flustered young woman turned to protest, pulling away from the bench only to be pushed back down, her breasts flattening against the ceramic; “Alex-! Ohhhh” He smirked at the dampness of her panties, having reached around her body and hooked a finger around the crotch of the material. Alexander's knuckle rubbed against her clit as he ran his finger along her. Another hand joined the fun and snuck under the oversized shirt, creeping under her underwear and palming her ass, forcing the patch of cotton to ride up between the round cheeks.

 

She pressed a heated cheek to the cold bench and shuddered when he hiked up her shirt and spoke against the small of her back, “Did you miss this, Jen?” His voice was hot, his breath wet against her skin, “did you miss the feeling?” He smirked, the hand at her crotch retreated only to slip down the front of her underwear, his fingers sliding comfortably along her slit. Her eyes were clenched shut, sweat breaking on her brow, while she tried to concentrate on his fingers and his voice. “Did you miss my touch, baby?” His fingers were busy working her expertly, sliding in and out of her hole and swirling the gathered moisture around her clit.

 

Jennifer's moan pressed through her tightly closed lips, “Alex...” her breath came in short pants now, and she could barely register her surroundings anymore. All she knew was the hand gripping her ass and the fingers delving and toying at her most private place; “...more.”

 

His nostrils flared at the look, feel and smell of his lover, and he shuddered at the sheer amount of cream dripping from her puffy nether lips. It ran down her thighs, dripped into his palm and down to his wrist. Fuck.

 

She was getting frustrated, she was getting desperate; “Alex, more!”

 

Her needy moan almost made him blow, and he shoved his fingers into her to the knuckles. A beautiful reaction. Her back arched, her head tossed back, her nails grated against the bench. Beautiful.

 

She was rocking against him now, riding his hand with no shame, and only needing the release from weeks of built-up frustration, “More! More!” Her voice was desperate; the wild expression on her face and her pale green eyes looked almost pained. “Alex...please!” Her skin was sweaty and pink, the deep colour of her nether lips almost red as she arched her back, opening herself more and giving Alexander superb access.

 

Four fingers plowed into her neglected core. Alexander's face was one of utter concentration, his teeth clenched tightly and his muscles taught with restraint. She was splayed before him, rocking her hips wildly, moaning like a whore. It took every single muscle to stop him from ripping those panties off and tearing her ass hole in two with his cock. His arm strained to keep a fast pace, sweat dampened his collar and he remembered he was wearing his clean uniform.

 

Pure evil welled inside him.

 

“Oh baby, right there!” Jennifer crowed, talking just the way he liked her to, “I'm almost-!” Her voice was rising in volume as the pace of his hand quickened, his thumb rubbing almost violently against her sensitive button. Her arms stretched out along the bench, and her hands became small balled fists. His name was a chant from her lips, a song of worship, begging him to bring her to completion; “Alex...Alex...Alex!”

 

His fingers pulled out of her sopping cunt, and his voice was clear in her foggy mind; “That should do.” He pulled away completely and she whimpered at the loss of stimulation and warmth. Her legs were shaking, trembling, and her insides coiled in need for release.

 

She braced herself on wobbly arms, “What...the hell...do you think-”

 

Alexander grabbed a tea towel and wiped his drenched hand, cleaning the moisture that trailed all the way to his elbow. He looked up and smirked at her wide-eyed expression, “Ah, sorry Jenny. I'm gonna be late for school.” He flicked the tea towel towards her and it landed in a damp heap on the small of her back. “I'm going. You can finish yourself off and clean up.”

 

Her mouth was agape, her eyes furious, beautiful green, “You...you bastar-”

 

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked me over on the phone.” His mischievous smile was nothing short of sexy to her madly aroused body, but absolutely infuriating to everything else. He chuckled, running a hand through his short, messy, black Mohawk, “I'll see you in the afternoon, Jenny.”

 

The arrogant agent grabbed his blazer and flung it over one shoulder, slinging his bag over the other, and walked out of his apartment. He heard her feminine growl, her enraged yell, before he heard the sound of smashing glass against the front door after he closed it behind him.

 

He quickened his pace down the creaky, spider web infested staircase, actually afraid of what would happen to him if Jennifer got dressed and caught up with him. He didn't want to face a horny, unsatisfied, sex-addicted and probably, he checked the date on his watch, pre-menstrual girlfriend. He sped up his pace.

 

Maybe she'll take it out on the apartment.

 

 

***

 

 

“Majide!?”

 

Alexander smirked at the disbelief on his partner's face, “Maji.” They walked together as the hallways flooded with students for lunch break; Craft laughed and opened a bread roll from its plastic wrap.

 

“She just doesn't seem the type...” the shorter agent inclined his head and arched a brow at his American friend, “...are you sure?”

 

“Oi, oi, oi!” The two were wedged apart and anchored down by a very clingy Kaji, who almost knocked them over with his momentum. He turned to Alexander, slinging an arm around his shoulders and an arm around Ryunosuke's; “What's up, gaijin?” His toothy grin was filled with doughnut icing, and the dark skinned teen took another bite of his sugary treat.

 

“Yo,” Alexander shoved the spiky haired boy away from him, “tell Nagara about Aiko-san, he doesn't believe me.” Ryunosuke scoffed and pulled away from Kaji's grip.

 

“She just doesn't seem the type to-” Kaji wrung his arms around the two again and interjected.

 

“Well, she is the type!” He grinned, shoving his spiky head in Ryunosuke's face, “Just because she's the goddess' friend, and has that deceiving nerdy exterior...” Ryunosuke narrowed his eyes at the nickname Kaji had given Naomi, and seemed to use much too much for his liking, while the older boy prattled on about the newest gossip.

 

Don't talk about her like that...

 

Endo Aiko, high-achieving, long-time friend of Naomi's and notorious for never having a relationship or boyfriend in her entire life, had apparently had a threesome with two of her male classmates. A small video clip had been circulating around the school, a definitely graphic depiction of the seventeen-year-old girl sucking one guy's cock while being fucked from behind. Her glasses were gone, her ponytail was out, and that skirt was definitely shorter. Now she was the type. Kaji's babbling continued.

 

“Nagara, have you seen the clip?” The boys sat in the shade of the large tree on the oval, “Seiji was pounding her so hard, I thought she would bite Ken's dick off!” He smiled mischievously as they made themselves comfortable on the lush grass, nudging Ryunosuke with an elbow and winking suggestively, “A hot spit-roast, ne? I bet you've tried that before,”

 

“Shut up, Kaji,” Nagara pulled his earphones up, pretending to ignore his gutter-minded friend. Alexander chuckled to himself as Kaji kept talking, who never seemed capable of taking a hint.

 

“Oi,” Kaji nodded his head at the few other boys that had joined the group before nudging Ryunosuke again; “Will you let me take Arai's pussy if you get to fuck her mouth?”

 

The other boys laughed and shook their heads. Ryunosuke shoved Kaji away, knocking the boy off balance and throwing him the death glare. Takai Daiki patted Kaji on the shoulder in a comforting gesture, “Give it up, Kaji, you ain't gonna get Arai anytime soon.”

 

Kaji jerked away from him, “Come on, Nagara! Please?” Ryunosuke turned away from the fake teary-eyed clown, who had resorted to kneeling at his feet. “Alright, you can have her pussy, I just want a piece!” Ryunosuke's eyes could have frozen hell.

 

Don't talk about her like that.

 

He knew he shouldn't be dictating Naomi's love life the way he was. People shouldn't have to ask him for permission, but he had somehow made it that way. He knew he didn't have the right to. Even if they hadn't been drifting apart recently, he had no right to threaten every boy that showed genuine interest in her. Did she know about it? No, she just thought that none of the boys would give her a second glance. Although Kaji, well, sugarcoated his feelings for Naomi, Ryunosuke knew his friend felt seriously for his neighbor. Should he at least give Kaji a chance?

 

And there I go, picking and choosing for her.

 

The boys laughed again and Kaji slumped against a tree while Daiki showed Alexander the video clip of Aiko on his phone. “Nice, eh?” The girl's wanton moans came out of the small speakers sounding tinny and cheap while the boys watched two of their friends skewering the `innocent' nerd. Others crowded around, watching the clip for the fifth or sixth time. Kaji's disbelieving voice interrupted their fun.

 

“Holy Motherfucking God...”

 

The group drew their attention from the small mobile phone screen and looked at Kaji, who was staring in awe towards the school building some distance away. Ryunosuke even flicked the volume of his music down and shuffled a little closer to his short friend. “Nanda?” Black eyebrows rose in curiosity.

 

“Please,” Kaji nudged Ryunosuke, “please, Nagara...” he lifted his arm slowly to point towards his finding, “...can we spit-roast her?”

 

Jaws dropped as they caught sight of the girl Kaji had so expertly spotted, the forgotten video clip still playing and the tinny erotic noises becoming irrelevant background music. Daiki even groaned.

 

Alexander quirked and eyebrow and searched Kaji's line of sight, very curious to lay eyes on the girl that even had Ryunosuke drooling.

 

Oh, hell no.

 

Her long legs shined almost bronze as she walked in the sun, his eyes trailed up from her dainty feet to her ankles, to her knees and along her never-ending thighs. A light breeze caught her short, short, skirt and the pleated inch of material flew up a bit to reveal the luscious curve of her bottom and lacey lining of the little red panties he loved so much. The crisp white sailor shirt gathered loosely around her waist and clung to her breasts, unbuttoned once or twice at the collar to reveal a glimpse of a delicate collarbone.

 

Her hair was inky black on her shoulders and back, the bright sunlight revealing its dark brown tinge. Pale green eyes framed by dark lashes darted from building to building while a student council member showed her around the school. Alexander's eyes darkened as he followed the very male tour guide's gaze to her bosom, who then quickly snapped back to her face once she asked a question. Their conversation didn't travel the distance to where the gawking group of teenagers sat, but they tried to listen nonetheless, to catch some sample of her voice. The tour guide continued to blatantly hit on her, and Alexander leered at them with an inner outrage.

 

Hell. No.

 

He got up abruptly, bits of dirt and grass falling from his pants. The boys ignored him, only Ryunosuke questioned him as he started walking across the field towards her.

 

“Amekou...?”

 

The others snapped back to themselves as Alexander stormed past them. “Oi!” Daiki yelled to the dark figure as he crossed the grassy expanse of distance, then muttered to his friends, “What the hell does he think he's doing?” This new behavior from Craft was strange to them, and all they could do was watch him march up to the searing hot girl and her tour guide. More than half of the school was outside, and a further half were watching with mild interest at the unfolding scene.

 

The soccer game on the field stopped and conversations were postponed. Groups of girls stopped walking, basketballs stopped bouncing. Anticipation coiled up silently in everyone, and a unanimous draw of breath was almost audible when Alexander shoved the senior student council member aside, knocking the taller boy off balance. The boys sat in the shade of the tree, Daiki already recording the scene on his phone. Ryunosuke leered at his partner, ready to spring should the popular council member's friends show up. He scanned the surroundings; students were already creeping in and crowding around.

 

Way to fucking draw attention, Amekou.

 

“What the hell-!?” Miyazaki Gai sprung up from his fall and moved towards his assailant.

 

“Alex!” The American girl went to her tour guide, dusting off his shirt, and Gai moved towards her, leaned into her, further into her touch.

 

Alexander pinned him to the spot with a glare. His brows were knotted furiously together, his teeth were grinding and his jaw clenched tight. His toes were curled and his nostrils were flaring. His fisted hand itched to reach for his gun, feel the hard metal in his hand, smell that bitter smell of weapon and feel the trigger give under his finger.

 

His eyes snapped wide open suddenly, realizing what he had just considered. “I-I...” he stuttered and looked at Miyazaki, then shook his head and walked towards the pair, pushing the tall boy back with a palm flat to his chest and a stern look, “Sorry.” He moved the boy aside and turned to Jennifer.

 

Dark, dark brown eyes met sharp pale green, and Alexander was consumed. He didn't know what it was. Frustration, anger, heat welled inside of him for no real reason at all, and he was honestly startled. Jennifer's mouth opened and closed and he could feel her breath in their close proximity.

 

He didn't know if these feelings came from the panic he felt at seeing her in the school and that she had consequently made herself a target, or the way Miyazaki's eyes had roved over her form and she had blatantly allowed it, perhaps it was the dizzying warmth of the twelve o'clock sun beating down on them and making little beads of sweat run down his girlfriend's neck, or if it was the way her dainty hands pressed against Gai's chest the way they should be pressed against his own...

 

It's that fucking short skirt.

 

He bore into her eyes with his, “What the hell are you trying to pull?” Voyeurs crept in closer, and Daiki's recording continued. “Is this about this morning?”

 

Jennifer leaned into him, going on the tips of her toes to whisper into Alexander's ear; “I always get what I want, master Craft,” she leaned her cheek against his, their damp temples touching, “you know that.” A small hand snuck between them and discretely cupped his crotch.

 

This isn't school, this is war.

 

He gripped her shoulders and yanked her back, then crushed her pink lips with his own, seizing the dainty hand that had come up to push him away. One hand laced its fingers with hers, while the other gripped a chunk of her tiny skirt, revealing her red panties to the onlookers but not really caring. The sun bore down and sweat gathered at the napes of their necks and their brows as their tongues moved slowly but deeply in each other's mouths. Alexander slanted his head to the side and took the offensive, pressing into her more and lancing her hot cavern with a long tongue.

 

He pulled away abruptly, holding the breathless Jennifer steady and grinning darkly in her face while his hand moved away from her skirt. Her lips were plump and her face was flushed, “What was that for...?”

 

His teeth flashed white between slightly raw lips, “So all of them can know...” he pulled away and gestured with his head towards the onlookers and tightened and arm around her waist, securing her body to his, “...that you're mine.”

 

 

***

 

 

The last bell for the day sounded in the halls and the thundering sound of chairs being pulled back and bags being packed up boomed around the school. It had been a very eventful day for the students, especially the seniors. Endo Aiko had been proclaimed a slut; over a hundred boys now had the video of her exploits on their phones. Also, it turns out the American transfer student was far more interesting than he seemed, and he has a serious relationship with the other new American student. Girls swarmed Jennifer for the info, absolutely adoring the idea of a young love story.

 

“What a day,” Seta yawned and stretched, turning in his chair from the window to his friends, Ryunosuke before him and Daiki to his left. Kaji, who sits in front the Ro operative, pulled a chair around and straddled it backwards. They glanced over at Alexander who sat nearby, looking very deep in thought, sitting with his face propped in his palm and staring darkly at his chattering girlfriend surrounded by classmates.

 

“Ma, although it does me serious harm to know that Jen-san is taken, I'm glad this happened,” Kaji leaned forward and put an elbow on the corner of Ryunosuke's desk, “I was really worried about gaijin for a while, I'm happy he doesn't like boys,” Seta and his best friend Daiki laughed, always entertained by their friend's theatrics. “I really thought he was gay...” Kaji looked up, as if talking to the heavens, “I'm saved!”

 

Their laughter was silenced quickly by an approaching Naomi. She stalked confidently to Ryunosuke, standing in the middle of the little circle the boys had formed. He tried to ignore the deep intakes of breath Kaji was sucking in so discretely to enjoy her sweet smell.

 

“Ryunosuke-kun,” Naomi clutched her textbooks to her chest with crossed arms and flicked her head to get her fringe out of her dark eyes, “about tonight...”

 

Ryunosuke pulled his earphones down, showing slight annoyance at the use of his full name, “Ah, the tutoring,” He didn't want to admit it, but he had been looking forward to it and dreading it since he had agreed to her. Torn at the point of wanting to speak with her and the point of not being able to control what he'd say.

 

She glanced around at the boys surrounding her, staring at her intently. Naomi ignored them and concentrated back on her childhood friend, “Well, I can't come tonight.”

 

“You can't?” His voice was monotone, uncaring, “Why not?” he said, as if he had better things to do anyway.

 

“I have a date,” she said in an almost sing-song voice. Seta and Daiki looked disbelievingly at Ryunosuke, and behind her, Kaji's jaw hit the floor.

 

“A date,” Ryunosuke appeared not to be phased at all. He had, after all, decided to let her date whoever felt the urge to pursue her. Mere curiosity fueled his next question; “with who?”

 

Naomi blushed a pretty blush, “Yuu-kun.” the other boys were silent and Kaji's mouth was catching flies. Nagara's eyes narrowed.

This is not good.

 

“Sato Yuu?”

 

She nodded and flashed him a sweet smile that tore his insides to shreds. “You understand, then?” there was a long pause and Naomi tightened her grip on her books, “I'll definitely come tomorrow night, if that's okay.”

 

So you can go out with Sato Yuu?

 

`Is that okay'?

 

What the fuck!? Hell no!

 

His throat felt like it was full of pebbles, jagged rocks that jabbed into his voice box and blocked the air from getting to his lungs. He didn't want to let her, but he didn't want her to be any more distant with him than she already had been. If he pissed her off now, he wouldn't have the chance to talk to her. His voice squeezed through the gaps in the rocks, squeaked its way through his mouth.

 

“Alright,” Ryunosuke earned a heart-fluttering smile from his best friend, ignoring the nails biting into his palms and the sound of Kaji's chair scraping the floor as he got up and left. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

 

She nodded; “Mata ashita,” Naomi had a skip in her step on her way out, and turned to Ryunosuke before she went through the door, “arigatou, Ryu.”

 

He smiled softly back, the real smile he saved only for Naomi. He would let her have this happiness, let her feel wanted. He would let her enjoy a night with the mysterious and apparently charming Sato Yuu.

 

And he would follow her from the moment she left her house.

 

 

***

 

 

The door to Alexander's apartment crashed against the wall as two entangled teens stumbled into the living room, the boy's hand having long since become a permanent resident up Jennifer's skirt. They kissed furiously; it was messy, sloppy, and utterly horny after weeks and weeks of deprivation and a very hot day at school. Jennifer bit his bottom lip and pulled him towards his bedroom, ignoring the dirty floor for the moment. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around her secret agent, loving the way his hands went immediately to her ass. She giggled at his lack of measure and control as he stumbled to his bed and plopped her down beneath him.

 

He groaned loudly against her neck, his fingers clenching her ass, “You wore the red ones...” He hooked his fingers under the lacey lining of her damp panties and started sliding them down her legs, “...you fucking tease...”

 

Jennifer laughed lightly, and then sighed when he buried his face in her cleavage, her shirt having been unbuttoned long ago. “I couldn't help myself,” he flicked his eyes toward hers from his comfortable place between her legs and her breasts; “you like them so muchhhh...” her back arched and her hands went to his hair as his mouth lathed her breasts and his hands fondled everything that resided under the pleats of her skirt.

 

Alexander pulled away, panting and flushed, and held up the small red panties on a hooked finger. “I do like them;” he scrunched them up and pressed them to his nose, and his voice became muffled through the material, “very much.” He tossed them to the heap of clothing on the floor and sent her bra to join them. Jennifer was splayed on her back before him, her hair fanned out and her legs around his waist. Her breasts were plump puddles of softness on her chest, too easy to fondle and tease.

 

A very pretty picture.

 

Her small hands moved to the zip at her hip, but Alexander's shot out to stop her. She quirked a brow and let him lower her to her back again, pinning her wrists above her head.

 

“Leave the skirt on,” he commanded, his voice reflecting the dominating position he had, “you have no idea...how long I've wanted to fuck you in one of these.” His eyes were dark and shaded by his messy hair, and his lips were shining with moisture.

 

Her hand was at the back of his head, and her grip tightened on his hair, “So fuck me.”

 

Alexander groaned and rid himself of his clothes as fast as he could, spreading her legs wide and settling himself between them. He leaned over her and kissed her collarbone, gently rocking his hardness against her moist sex. “Mmm...” the agent's hands held her wrists on either side of her head as he worshipped her with his mouth, dragging his length along her slit and dipping into her opening.

 

She gasped and arched against him, nipples feeling like pebbles on his chest, “Alex,” she shifted her hips and he slipped inside of her, his lips closing around an earlobe and the sound of his breath heavy against her ear. “Come on, Alex...”

 

He was fully sheathed with a hard thrust from his hips, and his grip on her wrists tightened. “Shit,” his breath was uneven and ragged, and he practically whimpered into her hair when her wetness dampened his thighs. “I didn't think it would be this good...after so long.”

 

He was unmoving inside her, only panting and kissing her neck and stoking her wrists with his thumbs. “Please,” she whined, wrapping her legs around him and drawing him closer, “move.”

 

He groaned and pulled out of her, slowly sliding back in. He was still again, huffing and puffing against her neck, “Just gimme a minute,” she made a sound of annoyance and he frowned, “I had a long day, okay?” His arms trembled as he drew himself out again, and started a slow pace, sliding in and out of her tight core easily, “I had to watch...” he drew in a breath as her muscles clenched around him, “...you...prance around in that skirt...”

 

Jennifer smiled and nudged him with her nose to get him to lift his lips to hers. His nose sucked in and let out air roughly on her cheek while they tasted each other and the pace of his hips picked up. “Well,” she began breathlessly, “I had to watch you...” his manhood hit a sweet spot inside her that made her eyes clench shut, “...in that sexy black uniform...talking Japanese...” he thrust into her hard and she bit her lip.

 

Alexander released her wrists and they wrapped their arms around each other, he was bracing himself on his elbows just beneath her shoulders. He nuzzled the side of her face with his nose and kissed her cheek, breathing deeply and trying not to concentrate on the snake pit of sensation writhing between his legs. “You like my Japanese?” He smirked against her soft skin, flushed in pleasure.

 

Her hands gripped the nape of his neck, “Very sexy...” she arched her back when he thrust into her harder, “you'll need to teach me some.”

 

He swallowed hard and nipped the skin at her neck, grunting, “What do you want to know?” Their bodies slid together easily, lubricated with their sweat. The dingy bed creaked and began scraping along the floor as his pace picked up and the power of his strokes reduced Jennifer to moans.

 

She bit his neck and met his thrusts with her own, her clit rubbing deliciously against his abdomen at the angle. “In Japanese,” she panted, “how do you say...” her toes curled as he hit that spot again, angling his thrusts to graze against it every time, “...faster?” Her nails scraped along his back and sent shivers down his spine.

 

The creaky bed started hitting the wall, shaking the dust from the cracked concrete as Alexander plowed into his girlfriend. Jennifer's wails echoed around the entire apartment, drowning out her lover's groans. They were no longer capable of words and soon enough, they were writhing, shuddering, as pleasure lanced through every nerve. They called out and collapsed in a sweaty heap, muscles relaxing immediately after the strain.

 

Alexander's damp forehead rested against her shoulder, “Damn,” he pulled away and they both hissed as his flaccid manhood slid from her body, dripping with her moisture and his seed. He leaned over her on outstretched arms on either side of her face, grinning down at the crumpled, damp skirt around her waist like the Cheshire cat, “Heh.”

 

She slapped him lightly on the arm, “Quiet, you.” Alexander lay down beside her, snuggling close by in an attempt to fit both of them on the narrow single bed. The dull, suspiciously stained sheets were in a heap on the dirty floor and Jennifer surveyed the room while her lover stroked her stomach with his thumb. “This place is foul, Alex...” she turned in his embrace and frowned, “how do you live here?”

 

He mumbled incoherently and fell into his useless post-sex state; incapable of answering intelligent questions other than `are you hungry'. Jennifer huffed and relaxed in his arms, turning her back to him and squinting her pale green eyes at his living quarters with distaste.

 

“I've got a lot of work to do.”

 

 

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To be continued...

 

A/N: Nice and long =) (well, for me, anyways)

Here's some Japanese that some people might not know:

Amekou (aa-meh-koh) - Slang for `American'

Mata ashita - `See you tomorrow/ until tomorrow'

Majide (maa-jee-deh) - Slang, `Are you serious!?/ Really?'

 

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