A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

[Sketchyequine]

Isolation of the mind was one of the cruelest forms of torture. Emmaline had truly been isolated. The woman was strapped to a cot even as she screamed for them to stop. Her cheeks streamed with tears as she fought with everything she had not to be laid down like this again, but there were just too many of them. “Stop! Don't do this! Let me go home! I won't tell anyone about this place!” She screamed at the nurses as they tightened her constraints. At this point, her sobs raked through her entire bone thin body. Emma was desperate. They had done this to her time and time again, and not once had she been able to stop them no matter how hard she always tried. Whenever they chained her down like this, they would flush her body with chemicals until she fell into a medically induced coma. From there, she was her own company- trapped in the void of her own mind.

You would think being in your own imagination all the time would be heavenly. Dreams were an invited escape from reality for most people, yet Emmaline Jewel felt more trapped in her dream world than she had ever felt while she was awake. She'd spent countless hours in induced comas, and in all that time she had never been able to even remotely feign the existence of another person in her dreams. She was always alone and depressed. While should could make her surrounding or her attire anything the mind could think up, she never saw another living creature. The human spirit requires the company of other people in order to remain healthy. Too much time alone drained the soul of good and bad people alike. Emma’s spirit was fading. It was no more than a translucent mist anymore as she held onto any last ounce of hope for a better life.

Eventually she gave up fighting and laid there limply as they hooked her up to the drip IV for the upteenth time. Tears rolled helplessly down her cheeks as she stared upward at the fluorescent light up above. It only took seconds for her body to begin to feel weak. Within minutes, she slipped into the void of her subconscious as her body was wheeled into a storage room for safe keeping. You see, Emma was basically a science fair project. They would subject her body to countless tests just to get new products on the market. The rich people were consumers on the highest level, buying anything and everything that might offer them an ounce of satisfaction just because they could. These experiments had left Emmaline sick, weak, and so thin that if someone grabbed onto her, they could feel every bone in her torso.

In her dreams, Emma could go back to being what she had once been. She was healthy, energized, and had the luscious curves of a down town show girl. She had been so beautiful once, but of course she never knew it until circumstance made her ugly with disease. While she could not conjure up other people, she could Ignacio's her own health and wallow in just depression instead of depression and malnourishment. In her dream, Emma weaved between the trees in a dress that flowed in the wind. She looked and felt like an angel. If only she had someone to watch over… perhaps then she would have purpose in her life. Her dainty hands slide over the rough tree bark with took in the sensation. She was asleep again, and who knew how long she would be there, so she might as well stop and smell the roses.

It was only then that she heard the snap. Her blue eyes shot over to where the sound had come from, and that was when she saw him. A man. there was a man. Emma turned towards him and called out to him with everything she had, but her voice failed her and not even a squeak slipped between her lips. She tried to scream and yell and get him to notice her, but all she could do was stand there like a deer in the headlights. Her blonde hair blew before her eyes for only a moment, blocking her vision of the man for a split second, but as soon as the tendril fell- the man was gone.

***

Sasha Smith's alarm buzzed loudly within the confines of her small studio apartment in the slums. The only light in the room shone from a dirty bulb on a busted up floor lamp in the corner. Sasha reached over and smacked the off button on the top of the clock and rolled onto her back, rubbing at her chocolate brown eyes. Her black hair laid in in a puddle on the dingy pillow around her head. As she stretched, the Latino woman felt her leg bump up against another bare leg beside her. All in an instant, her hangover seemed to vanish. “Who the hell…?” She whispered to herself as the realization she was stark naked under those sheets came into the light. Who ever was next to her had fucked her the night prior. She could feel it in her loins.

Sasha had gotten very very drunk the night prior with a friend of hers in need. They had hit up a few bars in this dirty underground city, drank way too much hard liquor, and danced around until their feet went numb. The last thing Sasha could remember was sipping a shot out of his navel as the bartender egged them on as if they were a couple. After that… everything was fuzzy, but quite obviously she had caught someone’s attention. Sasha was known to attract a lot of attention when she went out. She was strong, lean, and tan. There weren't a whole lot of tan people down here in a world that never saw the sun. Men were drawn to her, but Sasha kept her legs closed… at least for the most part. Every once and awhile she slipped up, had a one night stand, and got back on her feet the next day. That was exactly what she intended to do this time.

Holding the blanket over her breasts, Sasha rolled over to the man, ready to wake him up and kick him out. She didn't have time to deal with squatters. That's when her eyes fell upon the familiar face just as his eyes fluttered open.

“Holy fuck. Alexander?!”

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

Oh.

Once again their lengthy, thin fingers, void of any warmth and color, slid across a holographic touch screen projecting the profile of Alexander G. Errington. And again, their dead eyes slowly rolled across descriptive text permanently branding the 25 year old as incompetent and indolent despite the impressive test scores and high intelligence quotient. From the screens, each council member's aged faces were illuminated in the most unflattering way. Their lips parted, whispering all sorts of negativity, disappointment, and disgust in dry, raspy breaths. There were much more voices than there were members. Alexander counted their faces and lost track after 25, and then he counted their wrinkles. All of them were people from his past: family, friends, bosses and of course the actual council that evaluated his profile after he graduated high school. In a dark council chamber, a single light shone on the man's lonely figure from above. His bulging arms and solid chest were most prominent beneath its brilliance, a body he earned from constant manual labor at his work. It was all society deemed him good for. Maybe a hundred years ago one could call this man dreamy. But if you come from nothing, have nothing, and will become nothing, it is too easy to ignore a pair of dazzling green eyes, lustrous honey-colored locks, and that darn goofy grin. It certainly did not win his audience over.

This dream again.

"Why is such a gifted mind wasted on you?" All of his teachers agreed.

"Only a literal fool like you would choose to live among vermin." He could hear his mother.

"For a genius, you're a fucking idiot." His father would say.

"Get out, you're upsetting your mother again." His father had also said.

"This time do not come back." Were his father's final words to their only son.

"Yeah, yeah disgrace, what a shame, I've heard this song plenty of times before. Now... where's the exit.." The minute he spoke, the darkness overcame all the light in the room and the voices hushed. He possessed the voice of a leader, believe it or not. It matched a man of his build and stature perfectly. Though his eyes were very much open but might as well have been closed. Alexander blindly walked forward with outreached hands until his fingers touched the familiar knob where he would usually give it a twist and find himself awake but... he shouldered the door open and found himself among a forest with infinite beauty. It was too much nature but for a city boy, even he was mesmerized. Beauty such as this does not exist where he is from. He encountered refreshing winds and grass as thin and luxurious as freshly washed hair. Green eyes glancing upwards, the sky was a magnificent blend of pinks and blues, smog free. Was it selfish he wanted to keep all of this to himself? Alexander would drink himself to death if it meant his usual dreams could have this sort of turn of events.

His whole body whipped around when he heard nothing but heard something at the same time. There was a woman... no one he had ever recognized before. And it did not help that the wind whistled her hair across her face. From what the young bachelor did see, however, was that she was breathtaking. Alexander closed his mouth, having not known it was open to begin with. Unfortunately, he blinked and when his eyes reopened, he found himself first gazing at another woman and then gasping for air like he had been underwater for ages.

"S-Sasha?" Alexander managed to huff out. His eyes drifted from her face and bed head to her slender hands that held the sheets close to her naked chest. "Wait... what??" He cursed, stealing some of her blanket to hide his own exposed body. The events of last night replayed over in his mind but all he could remember was taking shots and playing darts. A terrible mix. Every last hard drink he had gave his head a throbbing kick until it hurt to think, remember, or exist for that matter. He released the dangerous grip he had on the blanket to hold and nurture his head. "Damn. That was... some night, huh?" he lazily shrugged his broad shoulders, not knowing what to say in such an awkward moment. This sort of thing happened all the time on television just not to him... Taking a peak at the time, he winced. "Ugh." And fell back onto her bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. "I'm so late for work. Jack is going to fucking kill me." His boss riding his ass yesterday was the main reason he got shitfaced last night. The feeling overpowered the embarrassing one he had for Sasha almost instantly. "Look, I know what you're going to say. But we didn't have sex. And that's the solution to our problem." He declared, his eyes refusing to meet hers while she continued to lay naked beside him.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha rolled onto her back and pressed the butts of her hands into her eye sockets. She was in complete shock, really. How had she ended up in bed with him of all people? They were best friends. They had set boundaries. Although Sasha had had interest in Alexander since they were teens, she knew that nothing would ever come of it. Right? They had spent years watching one another date other people and not caring. But after this… things would be different: at least for Sasha. The difference between a man and a woman was that Sasha could physically feel that she had gotten pounded last night. Her pelvic flow was still recovering, so to speak, and there was only one suspect. Sasha was naked in her bed. Alexander was naked in her bed. The puzzle was simple. “I think we did, Alex. I definitely did someone last night, and you're naked in my bed, dingbat.” She finally mumbled.

In her hungover, embarrassed state Sasha held one sheet over her breasts and sat up, pushing her feet off of the edge of the bed and resting them on the cracked cement of her floor. As a first instinct, she wanted to get covered up. She reached down and picked up the massive whiter-shirt that she normally wore to bed, and pulled it over her head. When she stood, the shirt hung down to her mid thigh, covering all of her unmentionables with ease. If they had fucked and Sasha didn't currently remember it, it was possible that Alexander didn't remember it either. The most safe could do was most avoid him seeing her naked now by putting some clothes on. She too was quite muscular from working at the bottom of the food chain like Alexander. Sasha was a welder, and she spent a lot of time lifting heavy things to do her job.

Trying to avoid the topic of sex, Sasha walked to her run down kitchen area and fired up the stove before pulling some eggs out of the fridge. “Fuck ‘me.” She told her best friend, referring to his boss. “It's not like the asshole deserves a worker like you anyway. If I were you I would have asked to be assigned elsewhere long ago. Even if you never go up top, you don't have to be completely miserable down here.” She basically scolded the man. However, she knew as well as he did that it was all bullshit. Everyone was miserable down here. Her and Alexander were no better than gun on the show of people in the sky city. They served a purpose, but otherwise no one wanted to see their grimey, beaten up faces. They might as well of been called rats.

“You want an egg, doll face?” Sasha asked him as she cracked one for herself in the not hot skillet with popping oil. “Best cure for a hangover is a meal and a fuck ton of water.” She turned her back to her friend, tending to her meal. Before she really even got an answer she cracked an egg open for him too. He was already late to work- he might as well be a little later. Sasha had the day off, and given the events of last night she was going to need it to recover and do some serious soul searching. I’d be less torn up if I had slept with my fucking boss. She thought, shaking her head in disappointment.

Sasha had known Alex for as long as she could remember. The two of them had grown up together. Yet, unlike Alex, Sasha was never smart enough to end up anywhere else. Her test scores accurately depicted her IQ at the bottom of the spectrum. She had never been any good at reading, writing, or arithmetic. She excelled only when she was able to build and work with her hands. She belonged in the slums where she could do just that. Sasha didn't even dislike her work, it was the way she was treated that made her miserable. No one appreciated what she did for the sky city, so she was stepped and spit on no matter how well she did on a project. That was just reality. If someone appreciated the Latina, she would be 100x happier.

Sasha shoveled the Eva onto two plates and brought them back to the bed where she sat cross legged with one plate in her lap and handed the other over to Alexander. After shoving an entirely too big piece of egg into her mouth she chewed loudly for a moment before looking up at her companion. “You seem unsettled. Did you have that dream again?” She asked before shoving more food in her mouth.

***

Once the man disappeared, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of Emmaline’s shoulders. Something was very strange here. She had never been unable to do anything with her own body in her dreams nor had she ever seen a person there before. Was this a sick side effect of one of the experiments? Were they prodding at her psyche just to see how much it would take for her to break? The cruelty never seemed to end with these people, so Emma considered it a possibility, but there was something in the back of her mind telling her that it wasn't like that. She had an inkling feeling that the man’s presence was something entirely unrelated to her past or present. Maybe his existence could even be inherently good.

She lowered herself to the ground and allowed the tears of frustration to flow. Maybe things could have been different if she could have spoken to him or gotten to him. It would have felt wonderful just to lay her hands on someone once more. How ironic that a woman who had felt nothing but pain for the last two years wanted nothing more than just to run her hands over someone’s cheek or hold their hand. It was the simple acts like that that she missed more than anything else. For now, however, Emmaline would just have to wait. One of two things would happen now: either he would come back or he wouldn't. Only time would tell, and she had nothing but time while in these induced states.

Please come back. I think I might need you to survive.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

Her friend stole a glance in her direction as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wash away the thought of them together like this. He hoped this had not upset her too much or that from what she could remember, he was not a disappointment. Whatever the case, Alex searched through the archives of his brain for a good joke to laugh at. And maybe that was part of the problem; he could never take anything seriously. His expression turned into one of worry. He valued their friendship more than anything. With that, an apology hung from the tip of his tongue but never made it past his lips. He decided it best to not say anything at that moment until after she called him that playful name. It hinted that things were going to be okay and he sighed with relief. What he truly wanted was to avoid this altogether and keep things the way they have always been before. Closer than best friends for years, Alexander had always avoided applying pressure to the sexual tensions between he and Sasha. But he has often felt that avoiding it made it stronger and more apparent.

"What I mean is," Alex said as his stare fell to the floor to look for his own clothes and finding none on his side of the room, "That the best course of action is to deny everything. You agree, right?" Once she was covered with a thin, white shirt, he was able to drape the entire blanket around his waist so he could travel about the room. The concrete floor was ice cold beneath his bare feet, causing an involuntary shiver from his pouty lips. Sasha spoke in the background and he listened and only offered nods in response. Upon contact with the floor, the hairs on his body raised significantly and simultaneously with his nipples. Wandering over to her side of the bed, he caught a glimpse of his pants peaking out from beneath until he snatched them up by the leg. Suddenly he froze in place, and something she said about never gaining entry to the sky city above made him hot with anger. It was as if his body defrosted instantly and every taut muscles beneath his flesh tensed up into knots. Alex twisted his head just over his shoulder and gave her as much of a glare as he could manage, "Don't give me that shit, I already hear enough of it from..." his sentence trailed off into a slow exhale of breath. Just as he released it, his mind and body were able to relax. "I'm sorry, Sasha, I-I thought you said something else." His face colored red from embarrassment at how quick he was to turn on her. These dreams were really starting to fuck with him. He should just tell her.

Alexander released the blanket and allowed it to cascade down his taut hips and thighs before it finally dropped to his ankles. He stepped into each individual leg of his pants then danced the rest of his body into his jeans, clasping them with a button. He often forgot to zip. "Actually... can I have two?" He answered, referring to the eggs. He turned around, facing her, and gave her the usual pleading eyes and charming smile. He waited in silence for his breakfast, idly making his way over to her dresser to borrow her mirror. He wiped away a little drool stain, combed his brows with the pads of his fingers, and teased his hair into something less wild and into something more natural. Not long after he joined her back on the bed, taking his plate so she could adjust accordingly. Alex took a seat right beside her and did not even bother with the utensils he was so hungry.

"..." Her question caught him off guard. It should not have surprised him, she knew him really well. They shared everything, or rather as much as possible with each other. But when she brought up his dream, he focused way less on the council rejecting him for the 7,590th time and more on the mysterious blonde. "Yeah... but this one ended way differently than the past times. I opened the door and there was this," Alex folded his eggs in half and took a generous bite before continuing with a full mouth, "Trees and grass everywhere, Sasha. I'd never seen anything like it. An actual forest. And I could smell the grass, the dirt, the flowers, without gagging. And this girl," a little quieter he said mainly to himself...

"She was a goddess."

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha rose an eyebrow as she looked to her friend. “So you screwed me and you dreamt of another woman? That's pretty fucked up, Alex.” She teased him, scrunching up her nose in his direction before so began faking a horribly melodramatic sob. “Am I not good enough for you?!” She taunted him, falling backwards onto the mattress in a faked faint. Sasha had always been a playful girl. Ever since they were kids she had done anything it took to get a laugh out of him. There was nothing better than seeing his laugh. While she found Alexander incredibly attractive while he was stagnant, she was even more enthralled when he laughed or offered his crooked grin. He had everything he needed to melt her heart.

“On a more serious note… we might as well accept what happened. We can't just ignore the truth. Something like that has been building a long time. Maybe…” she hesitated, unsure if she should continue. This was tough terrain. On one hand, she cherished Alexander’s friendship more than anything, but on the other hand she had wanted something more from him for years. The truth was, Sasha was in love with her best friend. It was cliche and totally against everything she wanted to stand for, but there was no one who made her happy the way that Alexander did. That's when she decided she ought to just spit it out. It would be easier for everyone if her thoughts were out in the open. “Maybe our drunk brains knew what we really wanted…” she whispered finally, looking down at her bare calves rather than making eye contact with him. She still had more to say.

“Maybe we should try again. You know, when we’re sober and we’ll remember it. That way we can know if the sparks fly or if it's just weird. Understand?” Her words were mumbled. She obviously felt uncomfortable discussing this sort of thing with him, but these were feeling that would not be suppressed for much longer without consequence. She had to know if they were destined for anything romantic. He'd had to be a fool not to notice the sexual tension between them. Every time their bodies brushed even slightly, Sasha swore that the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. It was like touching a hot fire with her bare hand. “I want to remember how it felt, Alex.”

***

Emmaline laid backwards in the grass and hummed quietly to herself. Her blonde hair cascaded around her head almost like a halo and her blue eyes soaked up the sunset of pinks and violets above her. It really was beautiful here. As lonely as the young woman felt, she was happy that at least these dreams allowed her to create a world more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in reality. Forests and skies like these existed only in pictures in the sky world, or well past the established limits of their civilization. In the places past the farms and water plants. The people were not allowed to go there, but sometimes Emma used to stare out the window into the distance and imagined running until her feet took her there and never come back.

Emmaline was 25. She had been subject to the experiments since she was 23. What did she do to get there, you may wonder? Well, long story short the young worker pissed off the wrong man. As a smart woman who excelled in a family that raised her in the sky. Really, she was a shoe in. There was no way they would send her down to the slums. She was too smart and too pretty. She finished college and went to work as a lab research scientist for the same physical enhancement and pharmaceutical company she was now a captive of. However, Emmaline knew nothing about the awful things they did to their “volunteer” test subjects. She only knew that one of the steroid products they were about to launch was dangerous. It had caused cancerous tumors in 100% of the test subjects, and Emma was not going to put her signature on a product like that even if it did cause the muscular growth clients were looking for to fit the ‘body builder’ aesthetic.

The company owner, Emrys Black, was not very happy about that. A forged signature on a light table “volunteered” her to be a test subject in his company. From there she was kidnapped from home and not allowed to see or contact the outside world since. The woman could only assume her friends and family all believed her to be dead and hidden somewhere. After two years, they had probably long stopped searching and crying over her. Her apartment was probably long cleaned out and re-rented to someone else. Every bit of her existence outside of this hell hole was erased. She could only assume she was missing without a trace now. Mr. Black must have been very good at that. There were hundreds of subjects here, and none of them had any record elsewhere. Some he had probably taken from the slums, but others, she knew, were like her. They had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Only one thing was certain, Emmaline had no chance of getting out of here on her own.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

"Allegedly screwed." Alexander pointed out as he raised both hands in the air innocently. He could not refuse a swift peak at her exposed legs when she threw herself back and the fabric of the shirt rose higher from her stunts and dramatics. It earned her a small chuckle and a toothy grin. He was here but his mind was distant and fixated on his dream. Who was this beautiful goddess of the forest? Will he see her again? He silently thanked her in his mind for being the relief of his constant nightmares. It warmed his heart to finally open that door to something brand new and different to his eyes and ears. He grabbed his plate and piled the dish on top of hers, gathering both in his large hand like he was going to take them to the sink and volunteer to wash the dishes. They knew that was not going to happen. He set the plates to the side but more towards her just as she sat up.

He shook his head, denying the idea and her words. "Building for a long time? Do you hear yourself, Sasha? That's just crazy. We had too much to drink and you're a female and I'm a male and we were both really horny and I don't know about you but it has been awhile for me and-" Alexander went on and on if it meant she would finally listen to him and succumb to the idea that they forget everything and drop the subject. "Our drunk brains wanted sex, not each other, I'm telling you..." But how could he not see that everything he was saying to her was breaking her heart piece by piece? For Sasha, opening up to him like this took a lot of strength and courage. And even then she was finding it hard to meet his eyes and speak up.

"Sasha... you really feel that way about me?" Alexander hesitated, but placed a hand on her cheek and guided her eyes to his so she could see his bright smile and friendly face. "I had no idea... I..." he took his hand away to scratch his hairy, shirtless chest in thought. For his entire life, Alexander never felt attractive and no one has ever said so. He battled his own insecurities constantly by not giving a damn what anybody thinks. But with Sasha... he decided to make an effort, "Come over to my place tonight. I'll make dinner and we can open some wine and... see where things lead us."

 

[Sketchyequine]

That hurt. God how that hurt. Sasha let her eyes focus down on the tattered bedspread she sat upon as he spoke, eventually just tuning him out as her vision became blurry. The man she had feeling for saw the previous night as nothing more than an easy fuck when they were drunk and frisky. No, she didn't remember how things went down, but she knew they had. More importantly, she knew it was something that she had quietly wanted for a long time. Sasha slipped back to a time when her and Alexander were children, five or six probably. Sasha used to tell her mom that he was her husband and that she loved him. Once they were a little older, her crush got worse and worse even when she had a different boyfriend. It was always him, yet he didn't see any of it. Talk about being friendzoned.

Sasha was drawn out of her trance when he touched her cheek. She blinked hard to push back the tears before she stared up at him, leaning her head into his hand which was almost just as big. His green eyes. They were the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever seen. She could get lost in those eyes and that smile, but it didn't seem to matter. He only wanted to ignore it all. “It shouldn't come as a big surprise, Alex. We grew up together. Whenever there was hardship, we took care of one another. How can you not fall in love?” Once his hand pulled away, Sasha looked back down at the bed. Looking up at him was too hard for her right now. Not to mention she was putting all her energy towards not crying. How many hints or confessions would it take for him to understand.

“Yeah.” She finally spoke up. “I might come over tonight.” She stopped down next to the bed and handed him his shirt before standing and gathering the dishes to be washed. “Lock the door on your way out, doll face. You know I don't live in the most trustworthy part of town. Good luck at work.” Her words were kind, but her voice was flat and emotionless. It was all she could muster in her current state. You see, Sasha was bad at this. She was bad at opening up and she was even worse at anything even slightly related to romance. She was the type who got asked out and she wouldn't show. The was the kind to sneak out after a one night stand just so she wouldn't have to talk face to face with the man she just fucked. She never talked of herself and simply listened to the word of the people she cared about. This was a big step for her, yet it would be swept under the rug. In all honesty, she didn't even know if she wanted to see him tonight anymore.

Would her confession ruin her friendship? Maybe. Quite probably if she dwelled on the issue at the same time Alex ignored it. Something like that could rip even a tough girl like Sasha to pieces. After all, even a lowly welded from the slums could have her heart broken. Right now… she just wanted him to leave so that she could think.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

She wasn't going to come over. "Great! So I'll see you then. My place. Tonight." He reiterated, in the most normal voice he could manage, in an attempt to get her to change her mind while taking the shirt from her hand. He would not waste any time, pulling the dark gray fabric over his head and down his torso swiftly and out of her way. The full awkwardness of the situation had not hit him yet but Alexander did not want to linger around her place any longer than he had to if it would prompt him to say something that would give her false hope. He easily slipped his shoes on, twisted the knob on the front door, and shouldered it open, calling back to her, "Thanks, Sasha."

He pinched the lock in his fingers and gave it a turn before shutting the door behind him. Outside, he could breath. But just barely. His heart was heavy and he believed it was from guilt. Alexander was desperately afraid to fall in love with someone so close to him. If things did not work out, nothing would ever be right between them again. Pushing her away and keeping his distance so she can figure herself out was for the best... right? Then why does it feel wrong?

......

Eventually Alexander made it to his job at the warehouse where he handled freight. There was not much thought put into it, he literally loads and unloads trucks. No one around would hire him for his brain, so he fell in line with all the other losers and drop outs and lifted shit for a living. Someone has to do it. Sometimes he worried that working here would drop his IQ. But he has been with this company for five years with nothing to show for it but a few aches, bruises, and scars. With all this time not actually using his brain, Alexander would be spending his time thinking about Sasha and what he said to her and what he should have said, which was how he felt. He shared his thoughts with another close friend and coworker, Jason, "She wouldn't even look at me... like I'm such a bad guy. There was no way to let her down easier." Jason, lifting a box high over his head, did not answer until after he loaded it onto the truck. The man then turned around to face Alexander, sweat dripping into his eyes that cause his vision to blur and his eyes to squint. His chest heaved with every breath, "You could've told her everything you're telling me. But no," Jason wiped as much sweat as he could with a swipe of the back of his wrist, then swiped again to push his hair out of his face, "You had to tell the girl she was crazy."

"Because she-" Alexander started but Jason cut him off quick.

"How about you take responsibility for your own actions this time?" And that was enough to shut him up until finally...

"It was just the wrong time for me." Alexander sighed.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha was able to center her focus on the dirty dishes. Using water so hot it hurt her hands, she scrubbed the skillet, plates, and forks clean, using entirely too much soap and force for just a few items. Once she turned off the water, she promptly dried the dishes with red hands and put them away. Once the task was complete, she stared at the counter. It only took a moment of being idle before the woman burst into tears. Turning around, Sasha let her butt and back slide down the surface of the cabinets until she sat on the cold concrete with her knees pulled up to her chest. The Latina buried her face into her bare knees and just sobbed. It was amazing, really, how much being called crazy by the man she loved could really make her shut down. Maybe it would be best if she just just off some of her ties to Alexander. Only then would she be able to stop getting hurt by him.

She needed to cry it out, and she did. However, if anyone knew anything about Sasha it was that she was stubborn. She was not going to give up on something she wanted as badly as this. Sasha lifted her head and let her chin rest on her knees. She needed a plan and she needed to let him know how serious she was about this. “I'm showing up tonight.” She whispered to herself. “And I'm going to make his jaw drop.” She muttered before she stood. Sasha was a pretty girl when she didn't try, but she had a feeling that she could be very sexually appealing to her muse when she tried to be. After all, Alexander was a man and he must have already had a baseline attraction to her if he slept with her once.

Sasha stood up and headed onto the town. She didn't make much money, but she had enough saved aside to buy a dress. She went to the local shop and smiled at the owner. “I need to look hot. Will you help?” She let her long eyelashes bat at the older woman and her eyes lit up when she was lead to the selection they had to offer. Fashion in the slums was limited, but every once and awhile a man and woman would want to look nice on a budget for a date. That was exactly what Sasha needed, and she had the body to fill out almost any of these dresses to the best of their ability. It took three hours, but eventually Sasha and the store owner were able to pick out a dress, heels, and a set of lingerie. If this went the way Sasha was hoping, Alexander would be seeing what she had under that dress, and she wanted it to be memorable this time.

After that, she just had to go home and get dolled up. Sasha showered, shaved, and blow dried her long straight hair with ease. She then placed a bit of makeup on her already attractive face, just to accent her deep, chocolate brown eyes. She was ready. With a deep breath, Sasha slid on the snug fitting little black dress over the lacy set she had bought for the more… explicit events of the evening. With a last look in the mirror, Sasha took a deep breath and went out the door. The stroll to Alex’s home felt much longer on heels, but she was still there within 20 minutes. The young woman hesitated only a moment before she strolled up to the door and knocked on the door. “Good luck, Sasha.” She whispered to herself, racked with nerves.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

Alexander stayed behind at work for the two hours he spent sleeping in beside Sasha earlier this confusing morning. He kept a close eye on the clock, however, to ensure he still had time to pick up a bottle of wine on the way home. Jason stayed with him like a true and loyal friend and even offered Alex a ride in the back of his truck. Not only could he buy the last bottle of decent wine for a high price, but he also had time to straighten up the place, or 'straighten' by throwing unnecessary items and dirty clothes under his bed. His apartment was smaller than Sasha's but perfect for a single man and his dog. He has no dog, but he has been seriously thinking about getting a pet to come home to. But dogs were expensive down here where everyone is underpaid. That probably explains a lot of the salty attitudes.

The man skillfully picked the freshest, juiciest tomatoes, peppers and onions from his refrigerator and sliced the produce in vertical strips before throwing them in a large pan greased up with vegetable oil. He gave the salt shaker three generous taps, garlic two, pepper, one, and stirred. Transitioning the heat on the stove top to a lower number, he put the lid on and allowed the steam to work its magic before literally jumping into the shower. He did not have any hot water whatsoever and even still the ice cold streams that drummed his chest made him shriek. A quick onceover with the soap, paying special attention to the pits and genitals, he was out again and sliding across the wooden floors to stir the veggies up. Completely naked and dripping, Alexander grabbed the last food items in his fridge; a thick chicken breast and a smoked sausage. He made the mental note to go grocery shopping soon while carefully slicing both meats on his countertop and sliding as much as he could into his hands, throwing them into the pan and blending them well with the flavors of seasoned vegetables. He placed the lid back on and retraced his exact foot steps from the kitchen to his bedroom so finally dry off properly and get dressed into a pair of black jeans and a simple blue long sleeve shirt. Not too dressy in case she did not show and not overdoing it in case she did.

Everything else fell into place within the time frame. With dinner almost ready, Alexander started drying off the floor where he was walking while straight-out-the-shower soaked. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when her knuckles made contact with the door. His green eyes glanced at the clock above the stove while his feet instinctively started moving. And when he opened that door, he was unprepared for the woman on the other side. He had never seen Sasha dressed so elaborately. The way that dress hugged her curves and accentuated her bust, his eyes could not help but roam over every inch of her body, drinking in that hot Latina caramel skin. He gasped and violently started to choke on the saliva/toothpaste mixture sitting in his mouth. He waved her away with the free hand, insisting he'd be okay while the other hand smothered his face, keeping himself from spraying all over her beauty. Alexander abandoned his toothbrush which had long since fell out of his mouth, white foam oozed between his fingers while he ran into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open for her to come on in.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha cracked up as soon as he choked on his toothpaste. It was entirely not what she had expected. However, even foaming at the mouth Alexander looked good. Sasha could only hope that she looked just as delectable to him as he was to her. “Are you going to make it?” She teased as she stepped in the door, quietly closing it behind her. Sasha stood still as she watched him retreat to the bathroom, soaking in everything his body had to offer from this angle. Sasha was curvy and feminine, but Alex was just as muscular and masculine. “You look great.” She called after him as he ducked into the bathroom. She stood there awkwardly for a moment then. Sasha had been here a thousand and one times to visit her best friend, but it had never been like this. She had never wanted the things she wanted now.

The young woman could only be drawn out of her own mind when the smell of their dinner acquainted itself with her nostrils. “Mmm.” She whispered and strode over to the stove, the heels on her feet clicking along the way. The woman picked up the spatula and gave everything a stir. Seeing as the food was obviously finished, she flipped off the heat and looked over her shoulder toward the bathroom. She didn't want to leave Alex alone. She wanted to be a temptation to him as much as possible, so she opted to reapproach him. Sasha walked swiftly to the bathroom and slipped into the small room with the man. With a grin, she hoisted herself up onto the counter of the sink and leaned back, flaunting her bust for all it was worth without it being too horribly obvious.

“How was work today, sugar?” She asked him as she watched him recompose himself after almost spitting on her earlier. Sasha crossed her thighs then, causing the dress to hike up on her thighs just a bit more. Intentionally, Sasha brushed her bare calf over the man's pants. She wanted to touch him, but for now she would have to deal with subtle touching. After all, it wouldn't make any sense for her to kiss him before she knew he wanted her to. Sasha wanted Alex to like her, that was true, but she wanted it to be because he wanted to, not because she put too much pressure on. “I want to talk to you about all of this…” she started, feeling much braver than she had that morning. “If you're genuinely uninterested in me as anything more than a friend after tonight, I promise I will not pressure you more.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around his. “But,” she continued, searching his deep green eyes. “If you find yourself feeling anything tonight that isn't something you would feel for just a friend, promise me you'll act on it and give me a chance to change your mind.” She gave his hand a squeeze.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

It was a pure miracle that, as messy as that reaction was, the damage it had done was so very little. Not a drop of toothpaste on his casual wear or her sexy attire. The floor on the other hand needed to be mopped and his toothbrush... bleached. The first step he had taken immediately; clean himself up. The squeak of the faucet when he twisted it on and the sound of rushing water could be heard throughout his small apartment. He washed his hands off first, detailing in between his fingers and underneath his fingernails. Then he cupped as much of the freezing water into his hands and cleansed his face. It also awakened him, bringing certain things into the light. Like how amazing Sasha looked tonight and how she did that for him. After rubbing the water well into his masculine facial features, he studied the mirror above the sink for anything he missed and silently regret not shaving the unkempt stubble tracing his square jaw. Sasha did not seem to mind, telling him he looked great... or was she being sarcastic?

"Well I didn't see my boss today so I say it was a great day." Alexander concluded, just about finishing up. Keeping his head over the sink so the water would not drip onto his shirt, he grabbed the small hand towel hanging next to the mirror and dried himself off. He faintly felt her leg against his and it reminded him how his small bathroom held them so close together. The feeling was sudden, causing him to glance down and notice just how short her dress was. She did that for him. Every little way she moved had him thinking Sasha was not just his best friend, she was an attractive woman. He was blind to not have seen it fully before. To think it took all of this...

He hung the towel back up but before he left, he leaned his large mass against the frame of the door, listening to open up to him like she had before but her words were more well put together this time around like she rehearsed. Or maybe she was much more confident in herself wearing an outfit like that. Confidence was hot. That's when she touched his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Yeah, of course." He was surprised anything came out at all with the way she looked into his eyes and touched him. With a simple look she could make his knees weak, his heart pound dangerously in his chest, his stomach enflamed. Alexander was finding it harder and harder to be himself around her. "Well let's eat before the food gets cold. And then you can explain to me why the hell you would walk out there dressed like this. You think my neighborhood is any safer?" he flashed her a crooked smile on his way out of the bathroom, constantly stealing glances in her direction when she wasn't paying too much attention to burn the image in his mind. "I got the food," he said as he made her a plate with a generous portion of dinner, "Why don't you go ahead and pop the wine open? You remember where the glasses are, right?" As cliché as this was about to appear, Alexander grabbed both of their plates and set them down on a small end table beside the futon, then turned on some music on a low volume to fill the silences. It was an extremely old classic by Elvis.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha grinned once the music started playing. This was an album the two of them had loved ever since they were kids, and it was just like him to put it on now. Sasha pulled out two wine glasses-of course she knew where they were- and let them rest on the counter. She then pulled out his corkscrew and twisted it into the cork of the bottle. Sasha and Alexander both loved to drink. It was pretty typical for them to drink together like this. Although circumstances were different tonight, Sasha still felt comfortable in this home with this man. After all, he had next once harmed her in any way other than breaking her heart a bit. He was a good man and she had feelings for him, but that didn't mean they couldn't still laugh and play.

Sasha popped open the bottle and filled both glasses all the way to the top unlike the traditional “half glass” they would be given at restaurants. The two knew they would want more than that anyway. No point in wasting time and having to report just so that Sasha would look a little more lady like. Alex already knew she wasn't lady like. Sasha then approached, her hips swaying fluidly as she she walked to Alex and handed him a glass. “Thank you for dinner.” She smiled at him and tapped one finger on his nose before she plopped onto the couch, being careful not to spill a single drop of wine. She then crossed her legs, causing the skirt of her dress to hike up just like it had before. She wanted him to look at her and see a real woman, not just his tomboy best friend.

Without hesitation, Sasha took a long drink of the bittersweet wine. A little bit of a buzz was desirable, the only important thing was that this night was remembered unlike the night prior. Sasha set down the glass and picked up the food, inhaling the delicious fragrance. “This meal might be almost as delicious as you, doll face.” She gave him a wink before burying her fork in a piece of sausage and bringing it to her mouth. She chewed quietly, the savory flavor almost melting into her tongue. Alex had always been a good cook, better than her even. His downfall was his lack of desire to clean up afterwards. Luckily, Sasha was here tonight to fulfill that role. However, she just might be fulfilling it in her lingerie if he couldn't keep his hands off of her the way she so desperately wanted him to.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

"Thank you for joining me." Alexander returned the smile, and supressed a blush brewing in his cheeks from her playful touch, "I couldn't help but believe you weren't going to show... not after what I said.." He stirred his food well with a fork subconsciously to observe how she first sipped the wine with delectable, puckered lips and allowed the taste to linger in her mouth before turning her attention on the dinner he prepared. He watched her bring the plate to her nose and inhaled deeply with a look of satisfaction that had his chest swell with pride. Sasha loved his cooking. And with everything happening between them her opinion of him meant so much more. Whereas she has loved him all this time, the feeling was still very new to him. He could not help but feel awkward and out of place. So when Sasha called him delicious and winked the most he offered in return was a chuckle. Then the heat came flooding back into his cheeks and he was finding it hard to down his food. Alexander had never really looked at her in this sort of light. But her being here now acting the way she acted, dressed the way she did, Sasha was giving him the opportunity to try a see the woman she has become. And he was really digging it. He let go of his fears to see where this ride would take him.

"Well let's just say... it's nothing compared to how you taste." His green eyes shied away from hers and back onto his plate where he forked another pile of veggies down his throat with a crooked smile plastered on his charming face.

"Doll face." The nickname rolled more smoothly off of his tongue.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha rose an eyebrow challengingly as she glanced over at her male partner. “How could you remember what I taste like? You were too drunk to probably even remember what I look like naked.” She pointed out and took another bite of the food. The meal was delicious and the wine was perfectly bitter, but the brown eyed girl was far from able to focus on any of it. She wanted him. And her desire was only growing the more he made attempts to flirt with her. Sasha shook her head slightly, making herself focus only on eating for now. The tastes of the meats and vegetables flooded her tongue only to be masked by the wine. Everything was perfect. Alex was perfect. The meal was delicious. The wine was half gone from Sasha’s glass and she was beginning to feel the effects of the liquid courage. Once Sasha finished her food she scooped up her own and Alex’s empty plates and walked to the kitchen to clean them, kicking off her heels along the way and letting herself loosen up a bit.

The cold water helped Sasha to focus once more on the task at hand. She scrubbed the plates diligently with the brush then lathered them in soap before scrubbing and finding them clean. She repeated the process with the skillet and all the utensils. She didn't mind cleaning up. Especially not after Alex. The only down side was he only ever had cold water in this fucking place. Sasha dried the dishes and put them away before she looked up at Alexander once more. She wanted to make a move on him, but she just didn't know what. How could she make her intentions crystal clear while still giving him an opportunity to properly consent or not? Then… she had an idea.

Sasha let out a little whimper. “Alex. Your water is going to give my hypothermia. I don't know why it's always freezing.” She gave him a pout before she came back to where he was seated on the couch. The Latina stood directly in front of him, looking down into his perfect green eyes. “You're going to have to warm them up for me.” She spoke with a smirk. She had quite the plan. Without any warning, Sasha climbed on top of her best friend. She straddled his lap and sat her rump down on his distal thighs. The position hiked the woman's skirt up so much that her panties were just barely out of sight and the entirety of her long legs were exposed in all their glory. Then, with minimal hesitation, Sasha pushed her hands up under the hem of his blue shirt and pressed her frigid fingertips into his defined abdomen.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

"Trust me, Sasha. I won't forget a thing after tonight." The words played in his mind but never left his lips.

Above their soft chews, a soft but sensual song had begun to play. Its lyrics reached through the man's ears and tugged at his heartstrings until his eyes left the plate to gaze at the beautiful woman he desired. Dinner seemed to be taking forever to end and while he was thankful for the time to drink, breathe, and compose himself, he was eager yet nervous about the events that will clearly take place afterwards. Sasha finished off her food then her wine next and after a few more blinks, Alexander supposed he should play a little catch up. He hurried the last of the vegetables into his mouth, stabbed the slices of meat individually with his fork but his sense of taste was not working. The only thing the bachelor craved on his tongue was Sasha's caramel glazed skin or her swole breasts against him to create the heat needed to keep them warm tonight. He never used to think these thoughts about her and now they would not stop invading his mind. Suddenly, his pants were growing tighter and from a certain angle, one could see the beginnings of an erection. An erection he tried to hide by leaning forward, arms resting on his knees.

Alexander cursed inwardly, starting to grow hot from embarrassment. Meanwhile, a cool and collected Sasha gathered the dishes and took them to the kitchen for washing. Her hips rocked from side to side with every step - he wondered if they had always did that - until she stopped to remove her heels. He could not help but wonder exactly how much of this was intentional. He grabbed his wine glass sitting on the end table and slowly sipped to distract himself from his thoughts, welcoming the small buzz. It made him lean back further into the couch and relax and by the time he was finished, she was done cleaning up.

"I told you I'll get around to fixing it eventually." He replied in regards of his broken water heater. A chuckled escaped at her playful complaints and pouty face. She was so cute. He put the empty wine glass down but his attention snapped back to her when she began to take advantage of his open lap and clinbed on top of him. His hands grabbed at the cushions beside him, his crotch growing really hot with her on him like this. "Sasha wait-" he hissed, "Shhitt that's cold..."

A small shiver electrified his body and instinctively had his hands jolt under his shirt where hers were hiding and held them tightly in his palms. His eyes looked up into hers and searched for the next step behind the shimmering pools of... cola, her eyes reminded him of sweet cola blended with whiskey, before they traveled to her mouth. Slowly, he inched forward and up until he planted a soft kiss to her delectable lips, deepening it when he released her hands to touch the small of her back. If she had not felt his erection before, it certainly made itself known now since it throbbed as his heart did.

A mixture of emotions clouded his mind but he let love and lust lead the way. Alexander's hands freely roamed to massage her exposed legs, even dared to peel her dress upwards a bit to reveal the rest of her but only going so far as to tease the fabric before he pulled away from her.

"I.. I run from my feelings a lot, Sasha. But the truth is..." Alexander took a deep breath and in one exhale, he said, "I love you... I'm just so afraid..."

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha grinned as his hands wrapped around hers. As if that would even remotely stop her. His large, rough hands easily confined hers, but they were still warm and, most importantly, they were still him. Sasha loved the way he looked at her. It was as if he saw everything in her eyes that no one else bothered to. Her sweet man. Nothing could ever take this moment away from them, and she could cherish it forever even if he changed his mind about her again. She would always know that he was hers tonight.

And then he kissed her.

Sasha had kept relatively cool and composed, but the kiss began to ignite a fire that only worsened when his hands guided her forward until she aligned just perfectly to feel to tell tale bulge in his trousers. He wanted her too, and she was going to give all she had to him that night. He'd never forget her again. His hardness for her started a flush of wetness for him within the confines of her lacy panties. He could probably slip into her right now without an ounce of foreplay and she'd be just as wet as any woman he had ever fucked. Maybe even wetter.

She kissed him deeply. Their lips molded together and their tongues toyed at one another. The taste of wine on the man’s breath only invited Sasha in closer. She didn't stop kissing him even as his hands began to wander over her smooth thighs. They were his to see, explore… and even spread. She would be a more than willing participant in the games of love that night, and she was even getting a little impatient there upon his bulging lap with her lips against his. The kiss ended abruptly the second he teased her womanhood through the fabric. Sasha gasped for air and bit down hard on her lip. There would be nothing more embarrassing than moaning the second he touched her, so she forced herself to hold in everything but the gasp she had already let out. She couldn't focus until he pulled his hand away.

Alexander’s words fell upon Sasha like a wish come true, bringing a big smile to her face that was broken the second he told her that he was scared. Sasha’s hand exited Alex’s shirt and she cupped his face in both hands. “I don't know what you're afraid of, Alex, but you don't have to be scared. Your nightmares of rejection and the neglect you feel from the world around you don't have to define you. Why don't you let the fact that I unconditionally love you just the way you are define you. A freight loader and a welder could easily be the happiest couple on planet earth if you let us be. Stop letting fear run your life. Start doing what makes your heart happy.”

Sasha broke the eye contact as her gaze traveled downward, soaking in the sight of his bunched up shirt and bulging pants beneath her. Honestly, this moment of raw emotion and desire was the most vulnerable Alex had ever let her see him, and it was simply extraordinary. “You're the most amazing thing I've ever seen, Alex.” She whispered and leaned in to pepper kisses along her man’s neck. Her soft lips mostening every surface they touched with the heat of her own respiration. Those lips traveled upwards to his ear where she softly suckled and nibbled on his exposed ear lobe. Her hips picking up Avery slight grinding pattern as she stroked the face of her panties along the bulge in his pants. The movement built up a hell of a lot of tension in Sasha’s pelvic floor, but good things came to those who waited. She would not pull him out yet.

“Make love to me.” She finally whispered into his ear before pulling her lips back and biting his neck very softly. She then latched on. She sucked and nibbled on his neck until the spot was swollen, and then she did it a little longer. The action left behind a mark for him to remember this night by for the next several days. Sasha would not be so easily forgotten again. Not to mention, she wanted to remember every moment of this. If she looked at him and saw the bruise on his neck, it would help her remember.

Sasha’s diligent fingers then went to work unbuttoning the man's shirt, exposing his hairy, muscled chest to her once again. She had seen him shirtless probably a thousand times, but this time was different. This time seeing him shirtless lit a lust in Sasha she had never felt before. She was about to have sex with her best friend.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

With her icy palms abandoning his to take their place just under his masculine jaw line and her fingers separating and brushing his prickly stubble, she held his face still and had him focused on her hopeful remark. Alexander's eyes peered into hers and felt safe for the first time in a long while. Sasha had a tendency to be the light he could count on when things were looking dark. She insisted on giving him more, on being his everything, yet he owed her so much. He promised to make this night beyond everything she envisioned.

And so the man reciprocated every wet kiss she had to offer, and every hungry grasp at her skin, nails biting into succulent flesh until she was littered with marks by him. And ones that stung at that. Alexander rotated his hips, dragging the swollen bundle in his jeans against the most sensitive spots between her legs, enjoying every sound from her lips. After a moment, it was her turn to have a little fun as he lay victim to her moist kisses and teasing tongue running over his neck and causing the man to burn with desire. Sasha sucked one spot in particular, drawing plenty of blood under the skin until she colored the love bite darker the longer she stayed latched on. He moaned from the interaction, mouth agape, eyes fluttering shut as this beautiful woman blessed him with attention to the delicate areas between his neck and shoulder while keeping the friction between their sexes intense with heat. Alexander could feel her wetness beginning to soak through, spotting his pants.

When she finally released her dominating hold on all his senses, he unclasped and unzipped her dress just as she unbuttoned his shirt. His green eyes stole a glance and observed how she seemed to glorify his naked chest. Women never looked at him the way she did. It sent a surge of confidence to his worrying, insecure mind that maybe she could even find his the rest of his body adequate and fulfilling. There was only one way to find out but he was under the impression that she was going to preserve that part of him a little longer. Alexander considered his next move... comically using his brain rather than his heart and urges. He did not want to be impulsive, he wanted the moment to be just right. But now he was overthinking. He could not help but flash a smile and laugh, masking the embarrassment clouding his expression.

First, he shouldered the shirt off and threw it from behind him to some unknown direction just to get it out of the way. Then, her best friend unbuttoned his jeans to save her the trouble. As an added bonus, it released loads of pressure off of his growing member.

"I want you right here." Alexander confessed to inform her that he had no plans of taking her to the bedroom. "Like this." He added also because he had not intended to make love to her in any other position... not while he was enjoying himself as is already.

He had already begun to tug at the straps of her dress until she got the gist, dying to know what she looked like without it...

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha looked direcly into the eyes of the man beneath her as he unfastened her dress. She could get lost in those green eyes, and they always seemed to show her exactly what it was that Alex was thinking. Right now, however, she could see that they were thinking too much. She was just about to speak, to reassure him, when her attention was drawn elsewhere. Sasha’s gaze followed Alexander’s hands as they shed his shirt the rest of the way and reached down to the front of his jeans. Sasha bit her lip and watched intently. There was a part of her that wanted him to expose himself to her right then and there, eliminating all of the mystery that currently laid in the air, but he did not. Instead, he only unbuttoned his jeans, which was a horrible teasing move when dealing with a woman as eager as Sasha was in that moment. “Jerk…” She whispered, almost inaudibly.

As soon as he spoke up again, however, Sasha’s brown eyes flicked upwards to look into his once more. She listened, intently, then nodded her head, leaning in to kiss him with as much intensity as she could muster. It was the best way she knew of to increase the man’s confidence. Currently, he seemed rather out of his element when it can to the sex, so she took it upon herself to take the lead with this one. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, her lips brushing against hers as she spoke to him. She refused to break the closeness in that moment, but she knew that her words would be yet another reassurance to him. “Ill fuck you however you want, Alex. Tonight… It’s just you and me.” She kissed him again then- her tongue pushing between his lips to explore what awaited within. He tasted of wine, and that was almost as sexy as the way he looked with his shirt off.

Sasha smiled, knowing that the man was just dying to see more of her by the way he tugged on her dress. “Yes. baby.” She whispered obediently before she sat up straight and carefully peeled the dress up and over her head. The lingerie beneath was a sight to behold. It was obvious but what lay beneath her dress that Sasha had had every intention from the start of at least trying to do this tonight. It was quite exciting that she actually got her way this go around.

With ease, Sasha reached her hands down to Alex’s growing bulge and she bit down on her lower lip as her eyes focused down there as well. She ran her palms along the length of her concealed weapon several times to keep the tension up as her clad womanhood lay waiting just inches away. “You must be pretty big.” She whispered. “You left me sore and you're definitely filling out these jeans, Alex. I can’t wait to see what's in there waiting for me.” Then, she unzipped him.

Sasha pulled on his jeans to sag then down in order to better expose him without the risk of either of them getting caught up in his zipper. As soon as his trousers were lowered, Sasha wasted no time before pushing her hand into the flap on the man’s underwear that was typically only used for bathroom purposes. Once inside, her hand wrapped unwaveringly around his erect shaft and gave him a soft stoke. Feeling his skin in this manner, lit a fresh spark in the woman, and she couldn't help herself anymore.

She pulled his cock out through the flap from which she came, and stared down at it to appreciate it in all its glory.

Just seeing Alexander’s erection like this elicited a soft moan from the woman. He really was big. Much bigger than she had ever thought to expect from the man she had spent countless innocent hours with prior to the night prior. She wanted to touch it, and she didn't want to wait much longer. Before she really got to work on Alex, she reached back into his underwear and urged his testicles out of the split in the fabric as well. All three parts of him were now out in the open, and they were quite a sight to see indeed.

Sasha removed her hands from Alex’s cock and placed her fingers on his chiseled abs once more as she gyrated her hips forward and let the front of her panties glide along the length of the man’s erection. The moist fabric introduced Alex to just how badly Sasha wanted to feel him inside her. However, good things came to those who waited. Sasha was not yet ready to give in and let the man penetrate her as she rode him- Sasha wanted to tease him first.

After a few more strokes of her damp painties over Alex’s cock, Sasha lifted herself off of his lap entirely from his lap, and turned around so that her back now faced the man, giving him a nice view of the bubbly latina’s ass in all the glory the lacy thong she wore provided. “Do you like me from behind too, Alex?” She whispered. “I’ve been told before that its quite a view. Why don’t you sit back and enjoy it while I work to turn you on even further. Tell me, baby, do you get any harder than that?” She smirked.

Without any warning, Sasha pressed downward. Her buttocks falling in his lap just so that his now bare member could rub in between them even with the thong still covering her unmentionables. Without further adieu, she began grinding her hips forward and back with a quiet moan. From this position, her ass massaged and rubbed against his shaft while her dampened center kissed at his testicles, coating them with her slick.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

She told him exactly what he wanted to hear, even whispering it against his lips just as they met again for another wet, hot kiss. Every syllable that fell from the edge of her mouth further aroused the sexual flame burning at the core of his muscled body. Like a furnace, the heat emitted to the edges of his skin and spread throughout with an intensity that washed over him in waves at a time. In only a few minutes buried deep in this hot action, Alexander started to grow sweaty from the excitement. And though their lips were locked and tongues were knotted in an intimate kiss he still breathed heavy but through his nose. Every grind forward and back along his concealed length earned Sasha low pitched grunts that rumbled from the man's throat. It was not hard to tell he was completely lost in pure pleasure.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, Alexander aimed to lick every lingering trace of the wine still wandering beyond her lips. It tasted sweeter the second time around, probably because he sipped it from her this time. His tongue reached deeper and swiped at portions of both cheeks before she reluctantly pulled away from him. Opening his eyes, he allowed his vision to refocus on her sexy figure and noticed where his hands lay on her curves, fiercely tugging the dress so harsh he had not realized he was pulling her into him. He would have ripped that dress to shreds had she given him permission to. Instead, reading his hasty gestures, Sasha peeled the dress above her thick hips, revealing provocative black panties that only laced and twined over her most desirables. Alexander held his breath. Her fingers tentatively continued to roll the remainder of the dress up and over her head, showing off her matching black, patterned bra. His gaze easily got lost tracing the floral pattern and trying to pierce the sheer fabric to see the beauty that lay underneath it all.

Then it was his turn again. Countlessly, Sasha had ran her hands over the hairs on his chest and followed them down to trail below his naval but now she furthered them to his zipper where she fumbled with his jeans. Pinching the fabric on either side of his hips, she gave a few tugs down until they were out of the way enough to not be a bother. Still caged in his briefs, Alexander's eyes lit up watching her reach in and grab him fully. She weighed him in her hand, measured his true size with a quick stroke, before exposing him in the open to finally see for herself. Sasha shared what she could see through her eyes and made him feel valued. That he was such a catch and to be his tonight was something of an honor. He could find no words to repay her for making him feel so good.

His large hands engulfed much of her thighs as he gripped down hard enough to leave a bruise, helping her grind in his lap. Looking directly into her eyes with every slow grind forward, the man moaned her name breathlessly, recognizing the warm moisture between her legs that coated his hard cock. "Y-yes, Sasha..." he desperately needed to be inside of her, she could tell be the way he moved against her more hastily and hungry.

Suddenly, all movement ceased and Sasha climbed off of him, leaving his parts to cool down from the air of his apartment. His cock leaned its heavy weight in his direction, throbbing intensely for attention. Despite his organs burning, Alexander waited patiently for Sasha to position herself, flaunting how well her panties carried her beautifully toned ass. She modeled before him, looking over her shoulder to see just how mesmerized he was by her backside.

"Damn.." his tongue swiped over his lips just before he bit his bottom lip and tugged it into his mouth completely. It was torture for him, the way she made him wait so long. This need was overwhelming, it clawed at his chest and caused his hips to slightly buck against her when she continued to grind. He had no idea where to grab, his hands frantically gliding over every part of her he could reach, desperately looking for something to ground him before he lost control. She was extremely smooth all over, not a hair on her body from what he could feel. Alexander grasped onto her waist and threw his head back, moaning louder. His cock was sandwiched between her thick cheeks, sliding along the crevice that divided them. He could not help but give her ass a good spank, watching it all jiggle in his lap. From his rosy pink tip he oozed droplets of precum from arousal. He did not know how much more time he had in him. He whispered a low groan, "Sasha, please..." he pleaded, "It's not enough." His back involuntarily arched upon feeling her heat directly on his swelling balls but she did not quit, probably loving every single reaction she worked for.

"You're sooo gonna get it.." It was a threat not to be taken lightly. When he would eventually get the chance to slip inside of her, he was not sure if he would be able to practice discipline or restraint on his sexy friend. Alexander smirked while his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as another blissful wave ran its course through his body. He shuddered, legs growing weak and trembling. She is the only woman who has ever brought him to his knees and only she could do so so successfully. At this point, Alexander would do anything for her.

 

[Sketchyequine]

“It’s not enough?” Sasha repeated, glancing over her shoulder at the man as he became obsessed with the rhythmic movement of his hips. “Are you saying I’m not enough?” She asked teasingly as her ass continued to rub along the length of the delicate skin on his erection. “Perhaps, then, I will give you nothing.” In comparison to Sasha’s caramel skin, the difference in ethnicities was apparent. Alexander was tan and lean, but this part of him didn’t see the sun the same way his broad shoulders did. Not that it much mattered: Sasha would be burying it in her body soon anyway. No one would see it there.

“Oh honey…” she whispered, still massaging her body along his. “I think you’re the one who is going to be getting it.” She cooed, one hand reaching down to gently massage her own clit through the lacy fabric that withheld her. It was slick with moisture even through the fabric, and she could feel her arousal throbbing through her entire pelvis. “And you’re going to get it very, very soon.” she purred to the man.

She soon grew tired of the mindless grinding. Much like Alex, she was growing impatient. She wanted more… NEEDED more. She wanted him to push deep into her until she could feel the familiar soreness in her loins from being fucked too long or too hard. She had felt that ache that morning. She longed for it again, and there was only one thing stopping her: lace.

Sasha stood once more and spread her thighs until she stood in a very wide stance, one where he could see he swollen flesh in between her thighs. She was primed and ready. Sasha leaned forward, arching her back and allowing him a bit of a show in the moment. She hooked her thumbs under the straps on both of her hips. Painfully slowly, she pushed down the fabric, allowing him to watch as it slid down her rum and soon fell loose beneath her womanhood. A few more inches as he could see everything.

Sasha was young and in good shape. Her swollen labia fit just perfectly between her thick thighs. She was spread just enough in this position to show off a splash of pink at the threshold of her entryway. The entryway he would soon be prodding. The entire section of flesh glistened with her arousal. One hand reached down between her legs where she rubbed along the length of her pussy once before spreading it open for him to see with her index and middle fingers.

“Do you like what you see, baby?” She asked, her voice a seductive whisper. “It’s all yours. It’s always been yours.” She mumbled, letting out a soft groan. Knowing he was looking at her was a turn on in it’s purest form. After how long Sasha had had feelings for this man, it was a feeling that was unable to be put into words to know that he wanted her now in the most primal way a man could want a woman.

Sasha slid one finger inside of herself. When she slid it out it was covered in the familiar viscous liquid. She briskly turned to Alex and slipped the finger between his lips to give him a taste as she looked directly into his eyes, climbing into his lap once more. The heat of her waiting cunt radiated and kiss at the flesh of his cock. “That’s yours.” She whispered to him again, reminding him that on that night, in that moment, Sasha belongs entirely to him. She’d do whatever it took that night to bring Alexander to the greatest orgasm he had ever had in his memorable past. After all, who could fuck a man better than the person who know him best?

Sasha pulled her finger from between Alexander’s lips and kissed him once more, a sweet kiss to keep him engaged. It also served as a slight distraction as she reached down with the hand that had just touched his mouth, and she wrapped it once more around his shaft: the weight of it once more filling her hand. She had never touched him this way before, at least not while she was sober. It was something she would not soon forget as she guided him upwards until he lined up with her hole.
Ready or not.

Sasha quickly slammed her hips down. The motion caused his erection to impale her and she broke the kiss all at once to let out a long, loud moan. “Fuck…” She whispered as she slowly began to pick up a rhythm with her hips. Sasha was wet enough that the movement already made a sweet sound as her pelvis smacked down onto his. He was so big, and she could already feel him butting up against her cervix and stretching her to make sure that all of his length could squeeze into her young cunt.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

By rising to her full height once more, standing tall and carrying her slender, half naked figure with extreme confidence he wished he had, she abandoned his erect manhood then undressed and displayed for him the moist petals of her desirable pussy. First, the absence of her warmth was unsettling. Alexander could not help the uneasy way in which he squirmed in his seat, bothered, while the feverish heat continued to consume the surface of his skin. The man, visibly agitated under her eyes, could not help but to snatch his shaft and show off a few enthusiastic strokes for his love in appreciation. His curled fingers gripped his cock more firmly, the decision more certain, aiming the tip lazily at his folded abs from the docile nature of the way he often chose to sit.

His technique was well practiced. The grip he had on his heavy cock started from the base and brushed upwards to caress its entire length. From the head, he would loosen his hold and give a gentle clockwise twist. The taut foreskin followed wherever his large hand tugged and pulled until he released and then Alexander would start from the base again. He forced a slow pace, so he wouldn't end this too early, while watching her expose her inner lips and clit. It was the only part of her body that did not share her natural exotic color yet it was just as vibrant and captivating. He nodded, still pumping, more vigorously this far into their game, "All mine?" his spirited eyes flickered up to meet hers from over her shoulder. He briefly wondered if she told him any of this last night while they were both under the influence but it didn't matter. She belonged to him tonight, and that caused his already flushed skin to blush harder.

Then he witnessed one of her fingers delve deep within her, her pussy accepting and drawing it in further while jerking his cock to and fro, burning with jealousy. He ached to feel it for himself, to be buried beyond her lips and to the very end of her slick flesh, the wait was driving him off the tracks of any common sense. To ease some of that pressure, Sasha shoved that same finger in his mouth. "Mmnh..." Alexander moaned as his tongue swiped all over to lap up every drop of her sweet essence she offered. He maintained eye contact with her, suckling her finger teasingly, a small smile even growing on his face. He had not wanted her to steal it back so suddenly and playfully tried to hold onto it as long as he could. But she replaced it with her lips, capturing him into a passionate hold that had him release his shaft so both his hands could cup her face. He had not noticed her hips aligning with his until she dropped down hard and his cock was engulfed in a cave of moisture and heat.

Breaking the kiss and pulling apart just an inch, Sasha moaned and Alexander lightly gasped against her lips.

"Oh fuck, Sasha..." When Alexander lifted his head and peered at her through the curtain of his bangs, so much heat had his hair drenched in sweat and clinging to his forehead until, in a single motion, he easily whipped much of it out of his face. A carnal desire for much more fixed in his expression and in a single pleading look of lust embedded in those heavy-lidded green eyes, he whispered directly, "Baby, why do you feel so fucking good..." And he hugged her even closer, chest to breast. His fingers fumbled with it at first, but he quickly managed to unhook the lacy bra. With a swift tug forward, the cups detached from her breasts and the straps fell limp at her shoulders.

The initial shock that had her moaning was the opportunity he needed to thrust up into her just as she pushed down. She was adjusting to his tall length, stretching to accommodate his thick width, but Alexander worked to steal as many overwhelming cries from her, leaving very little time to recover. He would sink his weight into the cushion of his couch and bounce back up with newfound force in every thrust.

"Guh..I need you so bad, baby. Don't you dare fuckin' stop. I need you..." Alexander had the uncontrollable urge to move so fast against her, he would have seemed desperate for every lasting minute of this. His clad hips smacked into her skin, his balls creating the sounds he wanted to hear. His cock plunging deeper into her dripping cunt with every impulsive lunge upwards, his hands fastened her by her thighs. His moans came to be grunts and short huffs of him catching his breath just as his pace weakened to fuck her in sync with the familiar rhythm she initially had.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha let out a little chuckle in response to the man’s comment. She didn’t stop the up and down motion on his phallus, but she did manage to focus herself enough to stare right into his green, serpent like eyes with her own cocoa colored irises. He was into this. Perhaps, maybe, even more so than Sasha was, and this night had been entirely her idea. Sasha had no way of knowing prior whether or not she would wind up fucking her best friend that night, but she knew she was going to try. Quite obviously the Latina had succeeded in her quest seeing as Alexander was buried to the hilt in her body. The sheer sexual tension between them had grown so large that it had popped, and now Sasha was there to happily fulfill Alexander’s every desire. His sheer enthusiasm was a perk she had never thought she would experience. This was already the best sex she had ever had.

“Maybe I feel so good because you’ve always known who you belonged to…” she purred, leaning in to graze her lips over the man’s ear before whispering. “You’ve always known what woman you were destined to fuck like this, Alexander. You’ve always been mine.” She let her ivories bite down gently on his earlobe before she pulled her face back and allowed him to run his hands over her. After all, they were well past modesty now. She watched as he pulled her bra from her chest and kissed it on the floor before pulling her breasts in to press into his hairy chest. She let out a satisfied sigh and leaned closer to him as he held her. This was what she had wanted. Even as she was overwhelmed by sexual pleasure, there was also an innocent relief that came with being held in her dream man’s arms. She wanted him so badly in every way, little did she know of the danger that loomed over the possibility of them ever being able to truly belong to one another.

The first time he surprised her by thrusting up into her body made the brunette almost squeal in pleasure. Now, in her sober state, it was no wonder to Sasha that she had been so sore that morning after a drunken fuck. Even if he hadn’t pounded into her hard, Alexander had enough there to make her sore even with casual, lazy sex. He was much bigger than average, and thus not even close to what Sasha had expected from her Caucasian comrade. It was a pleasant surprise that sent a surge of overwhelming pleasure through Sasha’s nerve endings every time he thrust into her. She had expected him to sit back and enjoy the ride as most men would have. But the urgency in his movements and his willingness to contribute effort to their love making was definitely welcomed by Sasha. “God… baby. A fuck like this is worth a million bucks.” She moaned out the words, panting in between them as the sex continued to knock the wind out of her.

When his rapid thrusts came to an end and the speed and rhythm slipped back to what Sasha had originally set, the woman leaned in even closer to the man. “I won’t stop. Not until you cum, Alex. You’re getting fucked until you bust.” She whispered to him before she pressed her forehead, glistening with a light layer of sweat, up against his. The dampness of his flesh was little bother to Sasha. It was merely a product of love making as intense as what they were currently offering one another. As she continued to ride him, Sasha’s hot puffs of air exited between her plush lips only to kiss his in a ghosting embrace. Her breathing was heavy and labored and it was periodically interrupted so that Sasha could let out a moan of a whimper. She was overwhelmed with pleasure.

Sasha’s core was hot and practically dripping with natural lubricant as it embraced Alexander’s cock. The woman’s body ached for him, and it had obviously wanted him for quite some time. The man’s bulbous, swollen head pressed firmly against Sasha’s cervix each time they pushed deeply into one another. The contact with the dead end forced Sasha’s passage to stretch out significantly just to accommodate the intrusion. “I want to tuck you every night for the rest of my life, Alex.” Sasha whines out in sheer bliss before she threw her head back in pleasure- breaking the contact between their foreheads. Her eyes closed tightly and she let out a moan so loud the neighbors could likely hear it if they shared any walls at all with Alexander’s living room. “I’m gonna cum!” She screamed, but her hips never stopped.

The familiar sound of testicles bouncing off of her wet vulva never ceased, but Sasha’s inner walls quickly began to tremble in an overwhelming pleasure. He had pushed her to her limit and now her body would reward him with the sweet juice of her orgasm sliding over the entirety of his erection. She cum then. The slightly milky, viscous liquid clung to him and even lathered his balls in her moistness. Sasha couldn’t remember a time ever when a man had brought her to orgasm the way that Alex had. He had pulled so perfectly at her strings. After her orgasm completed, Sasha’s hips began bouncing on him much more frantically than before and her toes curled in pleasure thanks to her heightened sensitivity. Sasha tangled the fingers of one hand into Alexander’s wet hair and she gave it a firm tug. “Cum for me.” She demanded before moving in to drown him in a sloppy kiss as she continued to tug on her dark locks.

Sasha was tired of waiting for what she wanted.

 

[Prof. H. Xander Storm]

The gentle breath of every syllable to leave her lips tickled and caressed his ear with lingering heat until she would pull apart and away to moan out words of praise between every hot and heavy pant. He found himself held hostage by the way her weight pinned him into the couch, the hardened tips of her nipples drawing circles on his chest with every bounce upward they made together while their skins met with a slap. Sensitivity made Sasha's body weaken and tremble in his arms, she was unafraid to show him exactly how he made her feel with every pleasure-filled scream no matter who heard. Alexander was drenched to the core in sweat belonging to the both of them and he more than welcomed it. He could taste the salty rain in every violent kiss she had to offer. Nothing could ever compare to each blissful sensation that drove him closer to the edge and just as she said so, he could feel her body demanding the same from him as she sat hitched to his lap and cruised to the rhythm that fell into place.

Amidst her dirty talk, she was right and her words held a huge semblance of truth that Sasha has always been the one. With his thrusts slowing to a halt to restore the energy in his eager hips, she had not stopped working him. Alexander witnessed the pleasure contort across her face with every subtle move. Drawing her hips upward, her hot cunt clenched against his stiff member as if unwilling to let him go and then lowered and gathered every inch in the familiar moist cavern. The vigorous pumps escalated just as her screams did when brought to her rocking orgasm that had his entire lap heavy and drenched in her sweet essence. Droplets would trickle down the veins of his shaft, blinding him momentarily to the sensations of her fingers combing through the tresses of his soaked, curly strands and her tugging.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" Alexander groaned and hissed through clenched teeth. An ache began to brew beneath his abs, causing him to involuntarily lean forward just a bit and from the tips of his toes to the weight on his shoulders a series of hot waves surging throughout his muscled frame and it was not long after that his body began to tremble uncontrollably before he erupted what felt like gallons of his hot seed deep inside. "Yes... Sasha..." His eyes rolled to the back of his head just as the lids fluttered shut. Her pussy kissed and sucked all he offered, his cock launching spurts that coated her inner walls and then the sticky cum would roll down and drip, leaving behind steamy trails. Alexander finally released that nail biting grip he had on her ass to grab the base of his softening dick and slip out of her. A mixture of his and her cum oozed out from between her legs and made a mess, the perfect excuse for him to strip out of his clothes completely tonight.

"We can't go into the bedroom." Alexander's eyes considered the thought while tracing the frame of his bedroom door, "I-I tidied up out here but all I really did was move the mess in there. It wouldn't be comfortable.." he was ashamed to admit it but he chuckled to masked his embarrassment. Classic Alex. "But this folds out if you... wanna spend the night that is.."

 

[Sketchyequine]

Sasha remained atop the man for a moment longer as she panted in a fugal attempt to catch her breath. It would be truthful to say that Alex had fucked the air out of her lungs, and now regaining it was turning out to be a task indeed. The mess dripped from within her as soon as the man removed himself from her body, and it coated her inner thighs along with the man’s lap. She leaned in, planting another soft kiss on Alex’s lips once he was finished speaking. “Oh Alex, you really are a mess, aren’t you?” She cooed to him before she stood and removed herself from his lap. Without a word, she padded over to his bathroom in the sheer glory of her nakedness and used a dampened rag to clean herself up. Once the task was completed, the latina rejoined Alex in the living where she began to slip back on her clothes.

“I think you have a lot to think about, Alex, and you should do it without me around to persuade you one way or another. Not to mention… I have work in the morning and you live on the opposite side of town. I’ll see you soon.” She said as she zipped up her dress. Just like that, she slipped on her shoes and walked out the door she had walked into not so long ago. She walked briskly through the streets of the beaten down city until she managed to flag down a cabbie and get a ride home. She wanted to spend the night with Alex, but he needed to make this decision on his home. Not to mention this would give him a taste of what it had felt like when he had left her behind just that morning. If he wanted her, he would know soon. If not… at least it was a fun ride.

***

A day seemed like an eternity where Emmaline was. It was vast emptiness. This was the kind of quie that got excruciatingly loud. The blonde sat curled up in a ball beneath the canopy of a tree. From there she rocked back and forth on her haunches as tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She didn’t want to be here anymore, but it was better to be asleep than awake where she was subjected to such cruel human experiments. In all honesty, the young scientist found herself wishing she were dead more often than not. Only through death, it seemed, would her suffering end. She had lost all hope of release or rescue. She was sure that she would die in this facility- she just found herself hoping it would be sooner rather than later. She didn’t know how much of this pain she could handle. She lived in fear of being put under, but also in fear of being awoken. Each had its own multitude of misfortunes.

The only light Emmaline had seen in the last several weeks was the man who had appeared hours ago before disappearing once more. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would return. She hoped that he would, but she knew better than to put much faith into her hopes these days. He was so perfectly handsome. But most importantly, he had been there. He had seen her. He had called to her. He left.