Rachel Crossing The Line Part X
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Authors Note: Thank You for all your comments and emails - I hope I've
taken some of the wonder about the outside forces controlling Rachel's
journey. I promise to not make it easy to guess the eventual end to
this saga, I've got a few twists planned yet for our girl you might not
see coming, or maybe you will. XOXO - Rachel
December 3rd, 10:22 PM
We talked about nothing in particular for maybe five minutes after I'd
last had Will' cock in my mouth. He was nursing his newly poured
bourbon and 7UP, while I took a few healthy swigs from my rum and Coke
to wash down the taste of his cum in my mouth. I kept catching him
staring at my chest or peeking lower to the garter belt around my waist
and stocking covered legs. He'd smile when I would catch him, blather
on about something, and we'd end up laughing about whatever he was
saying.
After a third time catching him, I stood and picked up his dress shirt
from the floor, putting it on, buttoning a few buttons below the collar.
I'm sure he enjoyed watching me pick it up. Once covered up I felt much
better, not only warmer - the AC was on low, but it hid my chest better
than my arms crossed over my chest - except for when I took sips from my
drink. Not that these tiny titties weren't trying to poke through his
shirt though - I just can't win. Will looked a little disappointed by
the cover up, but I was feeling self-conscience enough with my body
right now - I really didn't need his stares. I did sit next to him
though, that should count for something...
He looked to be contemplating his next topic of discussion. "You...
Well, you know... That was... I really enjoyed that." He stood,
finishing off his drink and moved to the bar area for a refill.
His comment caught me off guard and I looked away for a second, trying
not to blush, then replied, "Thank You..." Geesh, what do you say to a
compliment like that? I did catch a glimpse of him walking just before
he disappeared behind the bar, he did have a nice ass. Why didn't this
guy do more for me in the attraction department?
"Another?" He raised his empty glass after downing the last few drops
quickly. I nodded 'No', showing him my still half full drink. "Have
you always known..."
It didn't take a genius to know what he was talking about. "Yeah, I
guess..." We'd already talked about this over dinner, so the alcohol
had loosened something between his ears he wanted to talk about.
"How is it different, I mean if you've ever been with a... Well, like
if you had ever..."
I cut him off, the booze was tripping him up and I didn't need any more
strained conversations at the moment. "I'm sure it's no different than
what you feel as a man giving yourself to a woman..." I caught myself
mid-sentence, how do you explain this shit? "I know who I am, what I am
inside, and what we just gave each other is really the same thing. You
were the guy, I was the girl, things just went like they were supposed
to..." And I stopped because that sounded stupid. Was I drunk also?
Not just on the sex / power thing, but alcohol?
Will returned and sat facing me. There was something on his mind but he
was stuck on how best to spit it out. "So, nothing about us tonight was
gay..."
That sounded more like a question than a statement. "Are you worried
now that you're gay because you enjoy what we did here?" I tried to
temper that with understanding and not sound accusatory.
"No... No, not that. I mean I'm not attracted to men in the slightest.
You're just, like you're in between... You know what I mean."
"Yeah, so... You're losing me."
Will looked uncomfortable. "I don't know... What about your needs?"
Oh, was that where this was going? "What about my needs?"
"I mean, you didn't... Well you..."
"What makes you think I didn't enjoy that, Will?"
"I don't know, you didn't..."
"What, cum? You think that's all there is to be had?" I said smiling.
He sat silent for a moment. "I'm sure there's more to it, Rachel. I
just... I don't know... I just wanted you to be satisfied."
"Did you want to bend over for me?" And I was kidding, hoping my tone
said that loud and clear.
"They call that pegging. It's not a gay thing. I've seen where women
use a strap-on and, well they do the reverse..."
Oh! Oh, now that wasn't what I expected to be on his mind. "No, I'm
not... Not really into giving like that." I over enunciated the word
'giving'.
Will almost looked disappointed, but smiled and talked a little more
about pegging. I learned the practiced couple had the woman inserting
one end of a dual dildo into her pussy while giving the other end to her
man - rather than wearing something that strapped to her hips. I
figured she'd have to have some crazy vagina muscle control to do
something like that, to hold it in her while giving the other end to her
man. Bottom line - I really didn't have any interest in pegging or
topping or whatever for any man. I know I wasn't here with Will for my
needs or wants, but I did draw the line with taking on a differing role.
Our conversations slowed after we talked that topic cold. Will didn't
waste time with his third drink and when he finished he stood, held out
his hand. I stood and followed him , hand in hand, to the bedroom. At
the bed he sat and pulled me to him and just held me for nearly a
minute. He didn't say anything, just held me. Nothing sexual, just a
want for comforting human contact.
I stroked the side of his face. "Get comfortable, Will..."
He let his hug fade and flopped back on the bed, legs hanging over the
side. I grabbed his feet and twisted his body around to a more suitable
sleeping position, had him lift his head for a pillow, leaned over and
kissed him lightly, whispered, "I'll be right back..."
I opened my suitcase and pulled out the sheer teddy and it's matching
cheeky panties. I looked back at Will and he smiled, pulling covers
aside, getting comfortable. I grabbed my small makeup bag and turned
toward the bathroom, clicked on the light, and shut the door behind me.
In the double sink wide mirror I was surprised that I wasn't more
repulsed by the mused hair, even the makeup being a little out of sorts.
What I wasn't happy about were the two, poking out from under the shirt,
nipples making tiny tents in the shirt. Augh... Thank God for alcohol!
I set about ditching the shirt, then the garter and stockings. When
done I was struck by the urge to pee. I sat and did my business,
playing the role fully by dabbing the tip of my little boys clit with
toilet paper when done. One day, this would be the norm, might as well
embrace the future. I finished, flushed and pulled the cheeky panties
on. They were sheer like the teddy and fought to cover much of the real
estate that was my soften and of late bubbly ass. I pulled the teddy
over my head, adjusted it as best as possible, and stepped back to
inspect what I was wearing. Besides being shorter than I recall, it
really was a sexy piece of lingerie. The fabric covering my breasts,
while sheer, did give them a look of volume - volume that wasn't there.
It would have to do... I just wished there was more there to fill out
the lingerie.
When I got bored fidgeting with the teddy I set about touching up my
makeup. Done, I did a last check, examining my ass peeking out from
under the hem of the teddy. OK, that is sexy... One last look, done...
December 3rd, 11:06 PM
When I exited the bathroom I did so slowly, trying to make a sexy
entrance. It was for not, as Will was laying on his side facing away
from the bathroom. I crawled onto the corner of the bed over to him,
put a hand on his shoulder, nothing... I leaned over him and kissed his
cheek, again no movement. If I hadn't seen his chest moving I would
have thought he'd died or something. Guess I wore him out? No, more
likely the alcohol did him in.
I pulled the covers back on the side of the bed that was to me mine and
laid them over his naked body. He didn't move. I half considered
reaching between his legs to see if I could re-spark some interest, but
thought about it a little and decide I was tired also. I snuggled up
next to Will and...
December 4th, 7:01 AM
I felt the bed shake just before 3 AM when Will got up to go to the
bathroom. I was happy that he decided to just get comfortable when he
returned and not want to pick-up where we left off before he conked out.
Now he was up, quietly raising from the bed and off to the bathroom.
After the toilet flushed I heard the shower come on and the metal door
clicking shut.
So, what was the rest of this date going to be? Do I just hang out
here, maybe he comes out all squeaky clean and we go at it? I knew my
hair was a complete mess, I considered jumping up and trying to fix this
ugly as best I could in the mirrored closet doors. I tossed the covers
aside and swung my feet out of the bed. OK, lights, I need to see how
bad this is... I clicked on the bed side lamp and looked at my image in
the mirror - OK, I've see dogs with better hair. My will to move, fix
myself up came crushing down on me. Now what? This was beyond a quick
repair.
Something banged to the floor in the bathroom, probably from the shower.
I gave an idea a seconds worth of consideration and grabbed for my
makeup bag. Where are you... Where, ah, gotcha! I opened the makeup
removal clothes and went about hurriedly taking off my makeup. If I was
seriously considering joining Will in the shower - didn't need my face
melting off in front of him. Maybe a minute passed and I inspected the
removal process - it would have to do. I grabbed for a brush and did my
best to comb out the crazy bed hair look - OK, that's about all I can
accomplish right now.
I stepped back for one more look and thought - just go do it, once wet
and things get going - he won't care. I turned for the bathroom and
opened the door. Steam greeted me and I could see Will, head under the
stream rinsing shampoo from his hair. I opened the door to the shower
and stepped in.
Will, turned his head toward me, eyes closed against getting soap in
them, then back to the stream of water, "Morning..." he said.
Splashes of water were beginning to soak the teddy and the fabric began
sticking to my body like a second skin, a not so attractive look as I
tried to smooth the fabric. My puffy nipples creating odd pockets of
air on the mounds they sat, water making an odd noise against the air
pockets in the fabric. This was a mistake...
"Oh... Well Good Morning to me," Will said smiling, turning toward me
and taking in my now nearly soaked body in full.
I felt so totally awkward and could only stammer, "You're up early..."
I wish I'd just stayed in bed.
"Yeah, got a meeting at ten, then I head home on a 1:15 PM flight. I
was hoping we'd have some time this morning..." He smiled.
I felt a little better, and reached for his slowly awakening cock,
"Looks like I came just in time, maybe I could wash a few parts you
missed?" That got me a chuckle and a bigger smile.
"If you are up to it..." he replied.
I didn't hesitate and kissed his chest, moving my lips to his abs, and
then taking his swollen cock in my mouth. In the lights of the bathroom
the head of his cock looked bigger than it did last night, it seemed to
fill my mouth more, and he wasted no time rocking his hips in and out of
my mouth. Water splashed everywhere, but it didn't get in the way of
breathing yet. When I pulled at his large, low hanging ball sack, Will
stiffened, but continued to grind away at my face.
More water seemed to stream over my face as he tried to lean back
against the shower wall. It flowed down my face, through my fingers,
and into my mouth. I found myself opening my mouth wider to let it
dribble out, which had the effect of making Will want to push even
further in. I wrapped fingers around the base of his cock again to stop
him from reaching that gag point he was already testing. At some point
he put a hand on the back of my head and would push, and push his cock a
millimeter deeper, trying to hold himself at that point. He would flex
the muscles in his legs, in his cock, and that bulbous head would expand
enough I would gag, snorting water, while trying to breath.
Satisfied he could deep throat every inch of his six, he began a slow
thrusting rhythmic pumping of my face. It would speed up, slow to
almost barely moving into my mouth, deeper, deeper, and flexing at the
back of my throat. Will was playing with me and between the urge to
want to gag and breathing under water I needed to grab some control of
this playtime.
I slipped my hand between his legs, brushing his tight rose bud asshole,
on my way to cupping that hand on his butt cheek. He bobbled his hips
and I wondered if touching his tight hole had given him some pleasure...
I pulled my hand back down between his cheeks and pressed gently at the
opening. Will wobbled again, thrusting a few wild hip gyrations. Water
soaked my face, I fought swallowing water and his cock, getting air
in...
"Oh... Fuck..."
I had touched a nerve, a pleasurable one and though I'd never done this
before decided to see if I could get my finger to his prostrate, maybe
'peg' him with my finger - since he seemed so educated on that. I
pressed my finger at his ass and he moaned loudly, grinding at my face.
I pulled away to his massive cocks head, wrapped my hand around his
shaft, and proceeded to slurp and suck just the head. When he tried to
push further, push my head down, I went for broke - inserting the tip of
my finger in his ass.
Will bucked forward, then his mushroom head popped out of my mouth as he
recoiled, thrusting forward he missed my lips, sliding along my cheek,
then pulling back and finding my warm mouth again. My finger tip inside
him now, I went for more, sliding it in further and he stiffened
completely, not moving, strained breaths huffing over the sound of the
falling water. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing, but pressed my
finger all the way in, while rocking my lips slowly over the tip of his
cock, kissing it, rolling my tongue around it.
His hands roughly grabbed at my head, pushing himself into my mouth,
forcing my hand and face down his shaft. There was unexpected volume in
my mouth not there a moment ago, the pulsing of his cock was hard,
thumping. Will was cumming and his moaning, stiff body, hips fighting
against moving in my mouth, and of course my finger being squeezed with
every shot of cum he was producing. I moved my finger out slightly, and
then in gently - that made him cry out, "Aaaaaaugh, fuck!", and a plead
for me to stop...
I tried to be gentle with pulling my finger from his ass, but every
movement was cause for him to twist his hips, half his cocks length in
my mouth, his hands holding my head in place on his cock. He was still
twitching in my mouth, the orgasm prolonged, my mouth full of his seed.
He was trying so hard not to move. I decided the band aide method was
the only way to get this over with, and pulled my finger from him
quickly. Will jerked wildly forward, pushing himself to the back of my
throat, forcing me to swallow some of his cum, while my mouth wide,
agape let it also drool down my chin. I shook my head free of his grip
and pulled myself from his cock, coughing, and spitting a few times...
December 4th, 8:35 AM
The remainder of the shower had been pretty PG-rated. We kissed a few
times, he tried to feel my little boys clit, squeeze my nipples, but
eventually it felt strained. It was like he wanted to reciprocate but
just didn't know what buttons to press. Will was out of the shower
after I said I needed time to get ready and he wound up drying his hair
in the bedroom while I hogged the bathroom.
I emerged from the bathroom ready enough to get back to the condo,
certainly not perfect. My hair was still wet - I'd get to that later,
but I had applied enough makeup that I wasn't going to beat myself up -
well unless there was a mirror. I put on a powder blue Pink sweatshirt
with a plunging neck line over a nearly identical in color underwire
pushup bra. I'd always been self-conscience about my shoulders, the
neck line being low would draw the eye from my shoulders - at least
that's what I'd been told by Lisa and even Krystal... Of course lower
eyes meant focus on tiny mounds on my chest, but the extra padding in
this bra really helped. Good thing the neck line didn't plunge to
cleavage depth. Augh! STOP!!!
I pulled on a pair of low cut jeans over bikini panties. My tuck was
good enough to pull wearing these off and I figured I'd be home in an
hour anyway. I heard dishware clinking in the outer room and a voice
that wasn't Will'. A moment later I could smell breakfast, then a door
shutting. I went to the bedroom door and peeked out, "You ordered
breakfast?"
"Yeah, I need something to soak up this alcohol in my stomach. I puked
some of it last night when I got up around 3 AM. Felt like shit for a
good while until I fell back asleep."
Will was certainly chatty... "I'll be right out, you go ahead and
start."
He replied 'OK' and put on some socks and my baby blue Nike's with very
white 'Swoosh'. Unraveled the towel around my wet hair, rubbing hair
between its folds to try and dry it a little more. When I was satisfied
I shook my head quickly and flipped the mop back over my shoulders.
Couple brushes and it would have to do. I did a few poses in the mirror
- I'm ready.
I walked to the dining room table and joined Will, who looked to be
packing away the food. "Hey beautiful." He stood and pulled out the
chair next to him, a plate with metal cover on it was waiting for me.
"Hope scrambled eggs is alright. You got some toast, ham, bacon, some
fresh fruit. You want anything else just say the word." He was smiling
and seemed pretty proud of himself. Guess he got up on the right side
of the shower I smiled back at him and he leaned in to peck me on the
cheek.
"God, I'm starving..."
"Seriously, me too..."
He had already poured a glass of OJ for me, but I went for the water
bottle instead. I polished off nearly half of it, then decided to see
what I could get out of him - my special little twenty grand puzzle
piece, "Who do you have to meet with today?"
"Actually have two meetings. Lawyers and City Planner, to file the
necessary bond guarantees for a project we're backing. Then with the
client before heading to the airport."
I almost tuned completely out when he mentioned meeting with the "City
Planner." That was my dad, did he know that? Did it even remotely seem
odd we shared the same last name? Why didn't I use a different last
name? Rachel Wannabe or whatever. I felt my stomach twist, was he
going to exert some kind of shit on my dad - 'Yeah, slept with your
wannabe woman son last night - give us everything we ask for or else!'
My hands started to shake, the bottle of water I was holding was
jostling. Will had continued to talk, I was missing what he was
saying...
"Should be pretty much in and... Hey, you OK?"
I snapped more alert, putting the bottle of water down, trying to
smile... "Just hungry..."
"Well dig in Miss, it's pretty good." He pointed to the plate with his
fork.
I made a feeble attempt at forking a bite of eggs and put them in my
mouth. OK, relax - maybe he's out of the loop or something, he can
clear some of this shit up for me, I need to just breathe, relax...
"What's your project? I mean, what else could the strip need - another
cassino?" I tried to chuckle.
"It's a big deal for our company, netting us a billion dollars easy.
They are building a golf and casino complex. Get this, the golf course
would be built over the casino complex - with builds rising above the
course, a water park, it's going to be amazing." he was overly excited
and not guarded at all about what he was saying.
"So the project is a done deal? When do they start building it?" I bit
my tongue, I should have lead with an all girlie 'Oh, wow, that's
amazing..." but I needed this man talking, I needed to know what was
going on. How he fit, shit - how I fit into all of this!
"No, not a done deal. We're second to the party actually. Company
called Regency Group is trying to push their concept to the city - rival
company out of Chicago is backing them. Same kind of project, almost
like they had the same designers / architects or something. Our horse
in the race is a company called Newtoni Development."
And there it was! So easy to get, so hard to fathom the reaches. Tony
Bennito was Newtoni Development - that meant Will was the connection
there. And Regency Group - that fucking asshole Harris Tally. His
financial backer, out of Chicago - want to bet James Calstrom's company
was where that led. The big question - not that Will would know - was
why had I slept with four of the major stake holders in land development
deals, all going through my father - Las Vegas' City Planner? I tried
to stay calm.
"The other horse in the race is probably the mob out of Atlantic City."
he chuckled, "You know the mob built the first casino in this town?"
"Huh?"
"You even listening to me?" Will laughed half-heartedly.
I heard Atlantic City, mob, and I fought back the urge to vomit. What
have I gotten myself into? Brad was in Atlantic City yesterday! Oh
God! Breathe... I tried to will myself to be calm, but felt... A
muffled ringing from the couch made us look at each other in unison,
"Not mine..." Will said smiling.
My phone was ringing, I swiveled in my chair and stood slowly, walking
to the end table my Coach clutch was on. I pulled the phone out and
answered it before it's last ring - Brad. "Hello..." I spoke unsteady.
"Hey, need to see you, where are you?"
I pulled the phone away and looked at the time display - 9:03 AM. "I'm
with Will, at the Grand Cayman..." And a shaky feeling began to creep
into my body.
"OK, well, I thought you'd be out of there by now. No worries. I'm on
my way to the condo, just touched down. Can you get out of there
without it being awkward?"
Was he kidding me? I was already on edge and he did not make that any
better with this call - this was not like Brad, something was wrong...
A ringing phone behind me stopped after the first ring. "Yeah, sure,
give me a couple minutes." Will was talking to someone on the phone.
"Have a car meet me downstairs in ten..." "No, not a problem..." "Yes, I
understand. Let's see how far this goes..." "I'll be there shortly..."
"Yes, we... Yes."
"Rachel?"
"I'll see you at the condo..." I ended the call and turned to look at
Will, "Problem?"
"Maybe, need to see what kind of damage control I need to blanket some
activities before we meet the City Planner."
December 4th, 9:40 AM
The 'thunk' of the Miata door closing behind me at the Grand Cayman was
a relief, but now walking through the door of the condo just now I felt
as if something bad was about to happen. Will and I parted ways
unceremoniously, which I figured was probably a good thing. He did kiss
me with a hurried passion, but I think the writing was on the wall - we
both had to escape back to our own realities. I was twenty thousand
dollars richer - a step closer to doom I feared. I didn't bother
finishing breakfast, just the one bit of eggs and a full bottle of
water. I also passed on trying to fix my hair - I just didn't care -
wanted out of there.
The TV was on in the living room, a plate with half-eaten toast was on
the kitchen counter, and the door to my bedroom was open. Brad was
here. The door to Krystal's room was as it was when I left yesterday -
I wondered where she had disappeared to and why couldn't I be there.
I felt physically ill, like I had spent the last hour throwing up non-
stop and now about to repeat that. As cryptic as the call from Brad was
- and that was pretty bad - catching Will's side of his call painted
Brad' call even darker. I kept wondering if I should even be here,
should I have run while I had the chance? Should I just go home - come
clean with my mom, warn my dad... I was being crushed by walls I had no
idea even existed. What was clear, who was I kidding - nothing! And
that was a problem.
December 4th, 9:57 AM
"Rach?" Brad's voice carried down the hall.
I didn't bother answering, knowing he would come out eventually. And as
I thought that - he was behind me.
"Hey, you good?"
I didn't turn, just stared out the slider wondering if another storm was
coming, "Who are you Brad?"
"Huh? You know who I am..."
"No, I don't think so..." I turned to face him. "Who are you?"
"God Rach, I'm not even sure how to answer that. Where's this coming
from?"
I didn't answer and began shaking, the tears already welled in my eyes
began to flow... Sobbing followed, uncontrollably.
"Whoa... Whoa, easy girl..."
Brad tried to hug me, but I pushed him away, "NO! Don't you..." Sobs,
huffs of air. "Fucking... touch me!"
He froze, confusion warping his face...
"I know what's going on..." I wiped my sleeve over my eyes, leaving a
streak of mascara on the sleeve as well as on my face, "I know Brad!
Fucking Harris! James! All of them! I know what you are fucking,
fucking..." spittle coming out my mouth. Heaving sobs racked my body
and I fell to my knees and then I was puking.
Brad approached and put a hand on my back. "Easy... Get all that shit
out."
He went to the kitchen and I heard water running. I sensed him at my
side a moment later. "Here, towel for you. Don't worry about the
carpet, here's a bowl if you feel..."
Before he could complete his sentence I was dry-heaving, a straining
cough, as the acid burned in my throat and a little more liquid came
out. "Here's some water..."
I reached for the towel, but he was presenting the glass. I pushed it
away. "Towel..."
He handed it to me and I wiped my face, trying to slow my breathing,
wondering if I was done... Wondering if Will's cum was in the mix of
liquid, yellowish brown chunks that were the one bite of eggs.
December 4th, 10:10 AM
I hadn't thrown up in over two minutes and Brad took that as an
opportunity to get me off the floor and onto the couch. He replaced the
towel with another damp one, wiped up my puke as best he could, and sat
on the coffee table in front of me.
When I opened my eyes he still had a worried look on his face. "You
going to be alright?" he said softly.
I nodded 'No', then croaked, "Why?"
I think he considered for a faction of a second continuing playing dumb,
but thought better of it. "There is a connection Rach, but it's not
what you think."
And there it was, an admission that the other side of the line I'd
crossed was going to rip my world apart...
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