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November 29th, 4:32 AM The bed shook and I rolled over lazily away from the movement on the other side of the bed. Cool air crept under the sheets before more shaking and the sound of someone exhaling slowly. If this wasn't Brad coming to bed then I didn't give a... A hand rubbed my shoulder slowly and I reciprocated with a not so enthusiastic, "Mmmm..." I was so tir... November 29th, 8:13 AM Warm puffs of air blowing across my face woke me long before my body was telling me I needed to get up. When I opened my eyes I was starring right into Brad's face. It was warm under the bedding. The room on the other hand had a definite nip in the air. I lingered a moment, mapping the creases around his eyes, the shape of his nose, the stubble on his... Oh crap! I could feel the stubble on my legs against the sheets and while the hormones kept any facial hair from being a twice a day issue I was always hypersensitive to that left over male problem. Not to mention I probably looked like death warmed over! I slowly looked toward the ceiling and caught a ghastly image of myself in the mirrors. Augh! I need to get out of here before Brad wakes up. Not just because I'd completely turn his stomach, but also if he wanted anything close to a proper morning wake-up there was no way I felt comfortable in my current state. Even with the room still fairly dark! Augh! This was going to be a chore and all I wanted was to be wrapped in his arms... I slid the covers to the side slowly, dropped my legs over the side of the bed, and stealthily was on my feet in one breath. Of course the cold of the room didn't help my already heightened anxiety level and I could feel the muscles in my back tighten. Sheesh! Did Brad open the window all the way last night? God it was cold in here! I made my way to the bathroom, every muscle tense, every movement calculated... I had to shake my head - such drama! Was I really thinking all that shit? Stealthy? My panty covered ass swished against Brad's shirt ? yeah, real stealthy! This is some funny stuff I'm thinking and honestly it made me want to gag. I shuddered once more before entering the bathroom and closed the door with barely a click to announce my entombment. Yeah, there's a thought - I ain't coming out until I look like me! Rachel is now "entombed". Better probably to mummify myself than be seen like this I reconsidered. A mild bit of swelling of my little boy's clit was beginning to make a statement and I turned to the toilet, lifting off Brad's clothes he must have laid over the seat before coming to bed and placed them on the overflowing laundry hamper. Guess I should do some laundry, eh? I lifted the lid and sat, gathering up Brad's shirt I was wearing as a steady stream gurgled into the bowl. Ah! Relief! When I was done I dabbed with toilet paper, but skipped the flush so as not to make any unnecessary noise. I turned toward the sink just as the clothes I had put on the hamper slipped onto the floor. There on top was a burnt red stained shirt, wait that's dried blood? Shit! Kristal... And I wondered if Brad had taken her someplace after he returned from his "taking care of things" trip last night. He had awakened me as I leaned against her bedside at about 3 AM. But I didn't remember much after that. Wait, I remember as I tried to stand I couldn't, Kristal had a hold of my wrist. Not like she was awake or anything, but she had fallen asleep, as had I, and was holding on to me like a security blanket. I need to go check on her or at least see if she was still here... November 29th, 8:19 AM I made my way from my bathroom to the door in front of the room Kristal had been in last night. Of course he brought her in and I had to remove the pile of boxes, papers, golf clubs, and various articles of clothing from the bed first - all while he held her tight in his arms. She appeared to appreciate all that he was doing for her, and there in a nutshell was my big issue with this whole Kristal fiasco. The attention from Brad was not focused on me. Yeah, I could rationalize it by being thankful I wasn't the one who had gotten slapped around by Tang whatever-his-name-was, but it didn't make the situation any easier. I mean that whole episode was surreal and it would have been me who went to this guy's room last night had I not been "mentally drained". I shuddered, but brushed it off as the condo being so cold. Then again, I did actually get involved last night. Me! Miss I'm- not-who-I-appear-to-be, chicken shit, afraid of my shadow, me... I shuddered again remembering how I had starred the hulking, anger spewing beast in the face. I stood my ground, and sort of rescued Kristal. Well, rescued it probably a bit of an overstatement, but I did help. I didn't freak, too much. And I was me. I was me in front of three men and I made a stand. Pride was certainly welling up in the back of my mind, though I knew that last night was a one time out of a hundred events. Event? I rocked last night! A cough from behind the door brought reality and the weight of all that I didn't have control of crashing down around my Brad's shirt wearing and emotionally naked self. Great! He didn't get rid of her. As soon as I thought that I wanted to kick myself. Would I want him to leave me alone after something like that happened to me? I twisted the knob slowly and peeked into the room. The light from the lamp on the dresser gave the room a dull pale-yellow tint. As soon as Kristal saw me she turned her face away, toward the far wall. Great! She's probably mad at me! She probably blames me for all this. Now what do I do? I looked at the empty glass on the nightstand and figured I might as well make that my excuse for looking in on her. Even if deep down I was hoping she wasn't still here... Then again, maybe I should just leave. Yeah, but if I do that then that probably could be taken the wrong way, right? I know I'd feel slighted. Grrr, especially if the person doing it is the one who should be in the bed hurting like she most likely was in the first place... ARGH! STOP!!! What the hell is my problem this morning? Stop over thinking every move! I check back down the hall to see if there was any movement from my room before entering. Here goes nothing. Kristal didn't move and I decided to just get the empty water glass and leave. I mean did she even speak English? Did she even want to talk to me after last night? I speak a few basic words of Spanish - Please; beer; bathroom; water and as I thought the word and lifted the glass, "More agua?" blurted from my lips. The words hung heavy in the air and I wondered if she had even heard me. OK, don't talk to me. I'll get your water, go back to my room, make myself up, and then crawl into bed with... The tiniest of heaves from Kristal's chest brought me out of my prissy pissy train of thought. I looked at her closer just as a tear rolled off of her cheek. Oh shit! I put the glass down and laid a hand gently on her shoulder, "Are you alright?" and as I spoke I was wishing I had drank some water before trying to speak myself. Hell, brush my teeth at least! The tiny heave turned into tiny rolling heaves and soft sobbing. It was as if she were trying to suppress her emotions or something. Oh God! Now what? "I'm so sorry about last night. Is there anything I can do?" and before I knew it I was reaching over the bed hugging her awkwardly, trying not to make it worse and trying not to touch her in any of the areas she'd been beaten. My heart sank and I could feel the lump in my throat growing. When her hands reached around me and pulled me close I couldn't hold back, the tears began to flow.... November 29th, 8:26 AM After a minute of sobbing and holding each other she eased her hug. I did the same, carefully, and passed her a tissue. I took one and blotted my eyes, trying not to make eye contact. I moved a nasty blood stained hand towel sitting on the side of her pillow, letting it drop between the bed and nightstand. Our eyes meet, "I'm so sorry..." I muttered and looked away quickly so as to not break into a solo snob session. She took my hand and gave it a little squeeze and spoke slowly, "Please for water..." Her face was still very swollen, but there was no mistaking she was driven and the smallest of smiles crossed her face. I would almost guess she was proud to be communicating with me or smiling because she was going to get me back one day. Augh! Stop it! Water, she asked for water - even though it sounded like a question? I smiled back at her and nodded. I couldn't help but marvel at how she had such control of her voice and in her current state for God sake! Unlike me - I had to think almost every word before speaking it, concentrate every inflection and tone. "Si', I need some water too." I nodded toward the door and turned, confronted by a full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. My whole being deflated in that reflection, in that instant. Oh my God... I don't think I have ever looked so male in my life when I was trying so hard to be me... I opened the door, suddenly very depressed and headed for the kitchen. That something growing between Kristal and I was now a faded memory as I realized I was nowhere near being in the same league as her. There was some sort of connection there and it felt more than just two girls in the same life situation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I could find other things to consume me, like how my mind screamed out for the attention of who I really was, yet the rest of my being - the physical me, was no where even close. Get the water, and then go fix your issues... Start with your hair damn it! You suck... November 29th, 8:34 AM Water in hand I blankly starred at the ice floating in the glass, funny I feel like I'm just floating along right now. No, I'm melting. Wait, like the witch in the Wizard of OZ, "Melting, melting..." and I chuckled out loud. A soft rapping noise caught my attention and I looked toward the front door. Was that our door or the neighbor across the hall? Another tap at the door and now I really wanted to melt away. Who would be here this early? I set the water down on the counter-top bar that divided the kitchen from the living room and as I approached the door the knock was a little louder. I looked through the peephole and saw Lisa standing there, looking back down the hall toward the elevator. I undid the deadbolt and opened the door before she could knock again, "Hey..." I whispered. "Hi..." she whispered back, reaching for a medium sized suitcase I hadn't seen sitting there through the peephole and came quickly came inside after one last look down the hall. "Something wrong?" "No, of course not," she said a little louder and gave me a quick hug after putting the suitcase down next to the couch in the living room. "Brad here?" "Yeah, but I think he's..." "Ladies... G'morning." Brad said in a normal tone of voice. I froze stiff as stone, not wanting to turn around. I'm sure I was even paler than I had been when I first woke up. In that split second between speaking and hearing his voice behind me I'm sure I had virtually no color at all. Lisa walked around me and I turned reluctantly just in time to catch them hug quickly, "How's she doing?" she asked. "She seemed to be doing alright when I came home last night, Rachel did you check on her yet?" My turn to speak. I wasn't ready for this, to sudden, to on the spot. What were these people doing up so early and so damn awake! I looked toward the glass of water on counter, "I a..., I was getting her some water." nodding toward the glass. Nice, I sounded stupid, but at least my voice wasn't too shaky. "I'll bring it to her," Lisa said and moved toward the glass before I could speak, heading down the hall without even a pause. Crap! There went my exit from these two, this setting, this HELL! I smiled half-heartedly and walked into the kitchen to look busy or something... Mistake, now I'm trapped in the kitchen! I should have run down the hall and "entombed" myself in the bathroom. Will I ever catch a break? My shoulders slumped slightly; this was going to be a long day. "How was she when you checked on her?" Brad asked from behind me. I opened the cupboard and pulled out a loaf of bread, "OK I guess, she looks..." my voice faded. Please don't be starring at me... "Yeah, I know. You scared me pretty good last night. You were supposed to be taking it easy as I recall." his voice containing just a hint of chiding in it. I just shrugged my shoulders as I put four pieces of toast in the toaster. "Well, I'm just glad you weren't..." his voice trailed off. "Me too..." and I shuddered. "You mind turning the heat on?" "Sure, if you'll start some coffee." he said walking away from me to the thermostat in the hall. From down the hall he said he was going to close the bedroom window after checking in on Kristal. Whew! Good that would give me a few minutes. I tried my best to run my fingers through my hair, but it just didn't feel right. I'm sure it didn't help and all I probably accomplished was to mess it up even more. I rinsed the coffee pot out and threw out the old grinds. The black liquid would be done in about seven minutes. More than enough... The popping of the toast behind me startled me and I spun quickly. Fuck! "You seem jumpy, you all right?" Lisa said from behind me. I spun around quickly again and looked at her blankly. "Seriously, is something wrong?" she said, a lot more care in her voice than I'm sure I was hearing. I nodded 'No' and turned back to the toast, "You think Kristal would like some toast?", my voice ever so slightly shaking now. I pulled the butter spread from the refrigerator and a knife from the draw. I just want to get out of here and dressed so I can look like me, feel like me. I wanted to scream! "Yeah, that's what I came in for" she said now right behind me. "I'll finish this up. Go hop in the shower, you'll feel much better. I know yesterday was tough on you and last night... Well here," and she took the knife from my hand, "go, I got this..." I tried to smile, but gave up and just turned to walk out of the kitchen. "You look fine Rachel, no woman in the world wakes up looking desirable or on top of their game. Let it go girl..." I didn't stop to reply or turn to acknowledge what she had said. She knew what I was feeling; probably better than I did on some things. So why didn't she seem to want to help me figure out these feelings, these issues when I seek her help? Probably because we never get that far before something gets in the way. As I passed Kristal's room I could hear Brad speaking to her quietly in Spanish. I had no idea what they were saying and it made me wonder what they were talking about. Curiosity and cats I reminded myself... November 29th, 9:08 AM Why is it hot water running over you always seems to fix some of those fractures in your perspective on life? I held my hands flat against the wall and just breathed slowly the hot steam. The water running over my body, shaved legs, this is the way the day is supposed to begin. I put my head under the stream of water to remove the cream rinse I had applied a few minutes ago, running my fingers through silky hair. I looked at the water cascading down and noticed how the water bounced and dribbled over my swollen nipples. Didn't have much else, but those large soft fleshy brown mounds said loud and clear the hormones were working. I tried pushing my chest up with my hands to see if I could squeak out any more volume from my chest. Nothing. Pushing them together, pulling them apart, same result - nothing much to see. Of course I had some natural shape. Like the top of a large white cake muffin plastered to my chest. Problem was those muffing tops didn't say 'breast' or for that matter do 'breast' for my bras. Where did I get muffin tops I wondered and shook my head under the water thinking... "Room in here for one more?" My head spun quickly and before I could even react the shower stall door slide back slightly. Oh shit! I turned away and crossed my arms over my chest. How the hell did Brad get in here? Didn't I lock the door? Why didn't I hear him? Without waiting for an answer he entered the shower. Breathe! Breath damn it! No no no! Brad, why!! I turned away and shivered slightly as he slide under the stream of water next to me. When he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck through the pounding water I wanted to melt, melt and run down the drain. What is he doing in here? I have got to get out of here! "You OK?" he said shifting slightly so that he had a hold of me a little more relaxed, leaning his large frame against the side of the shower. I couldn't speak, my mind was thumping like a millions drums were pounding with every drop of water washing over me ? over us. Why is he... And I physically shuddered as his hands moved to my abs, caressing my hips. Oh shit! I shifted slightly and then I felt his arousal pressing against the soft flesh of my ass. Oh God... His hands traced up my sides and I twisted, jabbing him with an elbow as if to say, 'Enough!' But that did not slow his advance. When his hands reached my tightly crossed arms he leaned to my ear and whispered, "Relax... Come on Rach, you prance around in my shirt and panties teasing me this morning. You totally dis' me last night when I came to bed. You leave the door to the bathroom ajar..." and he stopped speaking while kissing the base of my neck. Goosebumps bristled across my arms and down my legs, while a soft moan of rising pleasure escaped my lips some how. Oh God how I wanted him to throw me to the floor and... "Relax," he whispered just before pulling my arms gently away from what I was trying to hide under them. "Mmm..." he whispered as his fingers explored my puffy brown nipples and his hips press against my ass with a little more force. When a hand dropped toward my abs again and began to explore lower my legs buckled a little. Brad held me steady and when he touched my now swollen... "Ooh," I jerked my head back softly into his shoulder and tried to spin around, but he held me fast. Every nerve was firing and I felt like I couldn't hear a thing. The water was crashing over me like a waterfall my heart had just went over. He shifted and I felt him crouch just a touch, making it so his stiff cock was now firmly placed between my legs. I could actually feel... "Ah... anah..." I moaned. One hand pulled and twisted gently at my nipples, while the other stroked my little boys clit. While his hands were busy his lips kissed my neck as I tried to slow his thrusting hips by keeping my legs tight. It was a battle I was not going to win as every motion of his hand sent waves of excitement through my body I could not control. Waves of pleasure I wanted to wash over me for... Oh fuck! I drew in a large breath of air and shook violently while trying in vain to reach for his hands, to control them... I need to stop this... Breathe... Wait... I couldn't slow his thrusting into my hips, faster... No! "Ah... wait..." and that got lost in my huffing for air. "Brad!" louder now... His pace not slowing. My eyes rolling back... Numbness... A black void... Searing painful pleasure! He had taken me to the point of no return and my orgasm burned pleasure through every pore of my body. My back arched, finger tips digging into his hands begging him to stop torturing me any more, yet wanting more as his hips slammed into my ass and his cock slid between my legs. He released his hold on my clit and chest, replacing his grasp on me at my hips... I had no fight in me, I was completely drained, dizzy. Take what you will is all I could think between trying to catch my breath and savoring where Brad had just taken me. While my body ached and my clit felt raw. It didn't matter. I could feel him rocking me back and forth for his own greedy pleasure. It didn't matter. My only wish was that he was inside of me and I put my hand between my legs to feel him as he thrust between my... "Ah! Yaa... God!" and my hips began to burn from where his hold on me felt like a tightening vise. My body shook violently as if it were rolling down a hill uncontrollably, but I was not of my doing - it was his. Silky warmth filled my fingers as he slid is shaft over them. His body stiffened and his thrusts slowed as those gyrations became fights between pain and pleasure. I moved a finger over the now slippery head of his cock, he came to a complete stop and I was rewarded with a tightening of his arms around me. Slowly I tried to rock back and forth, but was met with a quick squeeze, "Yeah... OK, gotcha..." he huffed. I couldn't help but smile. I slide my nails over his shaft and he tried pushing me away, but not before I was able to clamp my legs around his still hard shaft. "I give up..." he moaned playfully. I spun out of his grip and looked up into his eyes, "That may be, but I haven't..." and kissed his chest as I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I cupped his balls gently in my hand and marveled at how beautifully shaped the head of his cock was. Water was poring over my hands as I leaned in to kiss the head softly, moving my lips over the slowly retreating flesh. I was rewarded with a moan and Brad's hand caressing the side of my cheek. I shivered as his hands took of my head and guided me over his semi-rigid manhood. Another low, primal moan was the result of him pushing my lips down his shaft my reward. With his cock in it's spent condition is was easy to take all of him in my mouth and at the base I clammed my lips firmly as he pulled my face away. I could taste the last few drops of his cum escape into my mouth and I swallowed eagerly just before he pulled my face back down on him again. As I reached the base my hand squeezed his balls gently, hoping for another taste of his salty cum. That move got me a slight grinding of my face and I struggle to breathe through the cascading water and through his pubic hair. When Brad pushed me away his cock escaped my lips and a loud slurping noise filled the shower stall. I tried to look up at him, but he held my head steady, lining up the head of his cock with my lips for some more. This time though once I had him in my mouth I could tell there was something different. His once soft and relaxed shaft was now a bit more rigid. Brad's wanting had grown steadily in the time I had lowered myself in front of him, though I thought the opposite was true at first. Now instead of him guiding me onto his stiffened cock he held my face firmly in place and pushed himself past my lips with a bit more force, a bit more urgency that I was expecting. I gasped for air after the first thrust and there was no attempt on his part to ease into the available space. My nose was buried into his wet pubic hair and I struggled to gain some control. His hands clamped firmly at the side of my head, nostrils flaring... I reached for one of his hands as a second, quicker thrust, pushed into my mouth and the head of his cock jabbed the back of my throat. Away his hips went, then back into my mouth he pushed. I tried not to panic as water from the shower fell all around my face and my last breath contained a few droplets of water. I tried to cough, but there's no way he would have noticed. I felt the swollen head of his cock slam into my throat again and I couldn't help but to gag, both my hands pulled on his to ease his grip. I was panicking and I tried to pull my head away from his pelvis as a cry escaped my overloaded mouth. He held himself inside of my mouth and I swear I could feel his heart beating along the shaft and head of his cock. My jaw wrench back and felt like it was cramping, while I fought another gag and pushed at his hips... Panic... Slowly he pulled away, but refused to release my head and I felt like my mouth was locked onto his cock. Slowly he pushed into my mouth, but pulled back so that I had just the swollen head of his cock between my lips. I tried to catch my breath, put quickly grabbed the shaft of his cock instead. I got you now! That move would prevent him from jamming himself into my mouth again; I needed to get some control of this situation. And I huffed a few breaths between tight lips. My turn... Let's see what you can withstand. I suckled his throbbing head with just my lips for a moment and licked his shaft around my grip. Now that I had his firm cock in my hand he was mine! You are so mine I wanted to scream. I felt his grip ease slightly and I began to bob my head back onto his shaft and tugged gently as my lips kissed the top of his cock. When I pushed him slowly past my lips I could feel him stiffen, and I pushed his shaft away. Push, pull, lick... A moan rang out and my free hand grabbed the base of his ball sack and squeezed lovingly. He tried to thrust at my face, but I held his shaft, I controlled him entering my mouth! Another moan I have you! I was winning this battle of wills and pleasure. He tried again to thrust at my face, but I would only give him my lips and a playful tongue lashing, while gently kneading his balls. I pulled the skintight over his cock by pressing my grip down toward its base and moved my lips over him like a piston. I felt a hand on the back of my head trying to push me down further, but I would only give him my lips. I knew it was torture, I knew I had him where I wanted. He pushed harder and my lips banged against my fingers and I suctioned my lips over his cock and pulled firmly at his balls to let him know that wasn't going to work. I felt a pulsing shudder like feeling over my tongue and, "Shi... Ooh.." and loud moaning escaped Brad's mouth. Uncontrollably Brad's hips moved at my lips and they bounced off my hold of his shaft as he tried to stiffen for the final release, tried to burry himself in my mouth. I hadn't been paying attention to the signs, like that his balls were now tight and his movements were somewhat sporadic. As he shuddered inside of my mouth a spurt of cum washed over my tongue and into my throat. I tried to swallow, but it was coming to fast and I began to gag. Releasing my hold on his shaft gave him what he so desperately desired, room to push himself into my mouth, but I could not keep up with his seed spilling so freely into me while his cock sought out relief. I pulled my face away from his cock as a glob of cum shot from its swollen head, landing on my cheek. It rolled down my face as the water flowed over the top of my head and fell to the shower stall floor, disappearing down the drain without a second though. I tried to swallow the load in my mouth again, but ended up spitting a mouthful of cum to the floor of the shower, it too chased the water down the drain. I felt a hand on mine and realized I had a not so kind grip still on Brad's balls. I quickly released him, suddenly embarrassed. Not just for possibly hurting him, but for not being able to take... A hand cupped my chin and gently pulled me to a standing position in front of Brad, "You are amazing, do you know that?" I reached around him and pulled him close, not such a bad start to the day after all I thought. November 29th, 10:42 AM As I finished the last of my makeup I still couldn't get over how wonderful Brad had made me feel. Not just the sex, though that was certainly something to savor, but his comment about me being amazing. I starred into the mirror and smiled. Course I looked more like the person I wanted to be now, but even without the looks he thought I was me anyway. I'm just so confused about all... "Hey, I gotta go," Brad said coming in from the bedroom. I smiled a devilish grin, putting my eyeliner brush down on the counter. I still had a towel wrapped around my body and he leaned in and patted my ass, while kissing my forehead slightly. "You going to be OK with Kristal today?" My smile dimmed just a bit, but I nodded ?Yes' and adjusted the towel a little higher. "If you have any problems just call my cell. Lisa left a few minutes ago, but you can catch her on her cell also," he said before caressing my cheek and walking away. After our shower and while he shaved at the sink he had asked if I would mind keeping an eye on Kristal for the day. What was I going to do, say "No!"? It wasn't something I was looking forward to but I guess I owed something to the cause. I didn't mention it, but if Brad has asked for her to room with me on a permanent basis the answer would have been, "NO!" and I wasn't going to be shy about it. I was going to stake my claim and I didn't care who didn't like that. November 29th, 10:45 AM I heard the front door shut and walked into the bedroom, as the weather report was finishing up, rain was the secret forecast for the day. No kidding I thought looking out the window. "Next up, sports with Byron Castle and an update on the Tang Dettings accident last night at the Grand Cayman's cassino..." I spun around to look at the TV as video of a stretcher was being pushed through the front lobby of the Grand Cayman's casino. A close-up of the stretcher revealed Tang Dettings bound to a backboard with a neck brace. I shuddered and wondered what had happened to him. Then it hit me, Brad's "taking care of things" outing was last night and I cringed at the thought. No, Brad didn't... "Dettings, a defensive end for the Las Vegas Gamblers semi-pro football team was hurt while taking the stairs from his room down to the casino one report said. No witnesses were available for comment and it is rumored that the he may have suffered a season ending hand injury..." Shit! I wondered who's crossing what lines now?