I Hate You

Calli glared at him, torn between wanting to walk away, wanting to yell at him, or wanting to hurt him. Knowing violence is what brought them to this point, she started to turn away. Changing her mind at the last moment, she swung around.

"How dare you," she sputtered, "How dare you come back now, after all this time, and act like you don't have a clue!"

Brady took a step closer to her. "Trust me, Cal, I don't have a clue. I've never had..."

"You betrayed me! You took his word over mine. You have no idea what really happened."

"Maybe if you'd told me..." Brady reached out to her, but Calli stepped out of reach.

"So now it's my fault?"

"That's not what I said. But you could have trusted me and told me what was going on."

"Fine!" Calli was shouting, uncaring of who heard her, "He tried to rape me. There. Are you happy now?" With that said, she spun around and ran for the door. Brady stood there for a moment in shock. As her words sank in, he quickly followed her outside into the rain.

Brady finally caught up to her on the old bike path they used to ride on years earlier. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around so they were standing face to face. Calli tried pushing him away, frightened and angry. But Brady held her tight, watching the emotions flicker erratically through her eyes. The rain dripping down her cheeks - or were those teardrops? He couldn't be sure. Probably both, he figured.

He reached out a hand, resting it against her cold cheek. "I'm sorry, Cal," he whispered into the night air.

"I hate you," she whispered back, no longer fighting his grip.

"I know," he muttered, his lips getting closer to hers. The warmth of her breath mingled with the coolness of the air. He felt the shiver go through her and pulled her closer to him, still hovering millimeters from her lips. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against his. With a low groan he brought his hand to the back of her head and pulled her closer, kissing her hard.

She pulled away briefly, startled. Brady took a deep breath, momentarily expecting her to declare her hatred of him again, or run. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back feverishly. Their lips and tongues tasted and teased each other.Brady moved his hands up her sides and across her chest, to the buttons going down the center of the now soaked blouse. Calli urgently pulled his sweater off and pressed herself against him, grinding her hips against his, her fingers scratching lightly down his back as she sucked softly on his bottom lip.

Brady groaned again, his hand moving up to cup her breast. He pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing down her neck, getting drunk by the taste of rain water mingled with the sweet taste of her flesh. Calli whimpered as his lips made it to one of her nipples. Encouraged by her soft sounds, Brady moved his lips to her other breast, repeating the attention.

Calli slid her hands across his wet stomach, undoing the button of his jeans, her fingers desperate and needy as the reached into his jeans and wrapped around his hardness.

A growl escaped Brady's lips as she touched him and he nipped harder at her nipple. His hand slid down, over her hip and thigh to grab the hem of her short skirt. He slipped his hand under the light soaked fabric, moving it closer to her desire. He slid his fingers beneath the thin fabric probing her heat. Her whimpers came louder and faster as he moved his fingers expertly over her. Her fingers tightened around him, stroking harder, freeing him from the tight denim.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely. The pressure was building inside her quicker than she'd ever experienced before. She knew she was close. She grabbed the sides of his face, gazing deep into his eyes, letting him see her need. "Brady, please," she whispered again.

Brady backed her up until she was resting against a large oak tree. Leaning down, he kissed her again, slowly, hungrily, as he pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her heat with the tip of his cock. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, dancing it against his, he thrust himself hard and deep into her.

The thin fabric of the blouse provided little protection from the oak, but Calli didn't notice. She met him thrust for thrust, scratching her nails roughly down his back as she felt herself about to explode. Brady sensed it too and moved faster, his body tensing. He felt her release, felt her body convulse and tense around him. With one final hard thrust he pressed himself deep inside her, his own release making him grab onto her tightly.

They held tight to each other for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Calli rested her hand against his cheek, looking up into his eyes. With a small content smile she whispered, "I still hate you."

Training pt 2

"What if I did..." he paused, then whispered "this" at the same time he made a quick movement that brought her onto her back on the mat. He was straddling her, holding her down, watching the startled look in her eyes.

That shock was quickly replaced with renewed desire. She brought her hips up hard against him. "I guess I'd have to do..." she mimicked his pause as she quickly pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "This" she whispered, finishing her sentence, smiling at the shocked look that crossed over his face.

Jenna watched the fire battle with reason in his eyes. She knew he remembered. Knew he wanted her still. But there was something holding him back. She considered pushing the desire, but knew the wasn't fair. Instead, she pulled her hand away from him. Confusion flashed in Scott's eyes at her reaction. There had always been heat between the two of them. Only once had their been any second guessing or reconsidering. And that had been from him - not her.

"I'm sorry," she forced a smile, and forced herself to keep her hands off him. Scott gazed down at her, lightly brushing his fingers over her cheek. A shiver went through her. Slowly, holding his desire in check as much as possible, he leaned down and kissed her. His movements were slow and deliberate, gently parting her lips, nibbling ever so lightly on the lower lip, kissing and tasting and teasing.

Jenna squirmed beneath him, her arms wrapping around his back, her hips pressing up again. But he continued his slow torment, moving his lips to her neck, his tongue flicking against her flushed skin. His fingers slowly worked on the buttons of her shirt as his mouth nipped along her collar bone, then moved lower. His tongue followed the path his hands were making.

Her breath was fast, her body constantly writhing in heated desire beneath him. She could feel him growing harder, knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Yet he held back, moving slowly. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please!" she cried out, grinding harder against him, "I need you Scott," he looked up into her eyes. "Now, please!" she pleaded, pushing his pants down his hips.

Scott slid his fingers under her skirt, pushing aside her panties. "My God, you're so wet," shock and excitement and pure need flashed in his eyes. He kiss her hard then, forcing his tongue into her mouth, biting and sucking at her lips as he pushed his pants the rest of the way off. As Jenna felt his cock probing her, she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrust as he drove himself deep inside her.

Jenna cried out, scratching her nails down his back as she took him in, the width of him filling her. She could feel the pressure building inside her. He thrust harder and faster, squeezing her nipples, groaning deep in his throat. Her breath was coming in small cries, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Scott! Oh god, I'm cumming baby..." She clenched her teeth, her body tensing and pulsing around his cock as she came hard. The feel of her tightening pushed him over the edge and drove himself deep, cumming hard inside her.

Training pt 1

Jenna stared at the door, taking a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes, back up a step, leaning against her car.

"Hey," a deep voice make her quickly open her eyes. "You going in?" Jenna took a look at the man in front of her. His tan face had a questioning, but soft look aimed at her.

"I, uh," Jenna stuttered, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ears.

"The gym closed a few minutes ago," the man continued.

"I know," Jenna managed to utter finally. "Scott is an old friend of mine." She took another slow breath.

"In that case, he's in the office." The man held the door open for her, pointing in the direction of the main office, a friendly smile looking down at her petite five foot one frame.

Jenna hesitated for a brief moment, then flashed him a nervous smile and walked through the open door. "Thanks," she uttered as he let the door close behind him.

She took a look around the gym. It was a very impressive place - all new and updated treadmills and weight benches and other equipment equally placed around the building. Nervousness kept her from the office. Instead, she stood admiring the size of the place.

"May I help..." a voice started behind her. As she spun around, he stopped speaking for a brief moment, his eyes roaming up and down her small frame. "Jenna?" He asked incredulously.

"Hey Scotty," she said quietly, her lips turning into a small smile.

They both stood alternately looking from each other to the floor, to the clock, to anything they could find. Jenna finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you at work. I can leave..."

"No! I mean," Scott took a deep breath, "You're not interrupting." She smiled at him a little.

"Good," she replied. "I was hoping for a little personal training," she laughed a little. Her mind went back to a time when they were much younger. At that time, she was looking for self-defense classes, and stumbled upon a gym in which he was a trainer. He had only been working there for a few months, only a few years older than her, and ended up teaching her quite a bit more than self-defense. He had, in fact, been her first.

"What kind of personal training are you looking for?" he asked with a smile that lit up his eyes. The smile made her wonder if he'd forgotten all they'd meant to each other. Or if they'd meant anything.

"Maybe a little self-defense training?" she prodded. For a split second she could have sworn a ghost of a memory crossed his eyes, but he replied with a simple, "Sure" and motioned the way to the training room.

"You want to change first?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Um, no, I..." Jenna's lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, taking a small step closer to him.

Scott put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her progress. She glanced up quickly into his eyes. The moment her eyes met his hungry gaze he pulled her tight against him, kissing her roughly. She struggled for a moment, startled by his sudden reaction, but quickly melted into his kiss.

Her hands slid under his t-shirt as he slipped his tongue between her lips. She knew she was trembling - knew he could feel her shaking beneath his touch. She danced her tongue against his as her fingers scratched down his back. Hearing his intake of breath gave her courage and she found herself maneuvering her fingers just under the waistband of his sweatpants.

Then, just as quickly as it had all stared, he pushed her away from him, his breathing deep and uneven. "I think you're supposed to be trying to fend me off," he stated with a nervous chuckle.

"I wish I could," Jenna laughed, combing her shaking fingers through her hair.

"What if I did..." he paused, then whispered "this" at the same time he made a quick movement that brought her onto her back on the mat. He was straddling her, holding her down, watching the startled look in her eyes.

That shock was quickly replaced with renewed desire. She brought her hips up hard against him. "I guess I'd have to do..." she mimicked his pause as she quickly pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "This" she whispered, finishing her sentence, smiling at the shocked look that crossed over his face.

(due to a low battery...this story will be continued at a later time...)