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Subject: {ASSM} The Second Date (MF, reluc)
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The Second Date, by Jack Stratton

The crickets chirped as I pulled the car up to the clearing. Nothing
but trees around us and stars above us. I turned off the motor but
left the lights and the radio on. Out here the station was a little
static-y, but the smooth sounds of an old Motown song came through.

Stacy was twenty. We met online, talked a lot, hit it off. I wasn't
sure she would go for me. I was ten years older, a little awkward.
Turns out she was just as awkward. Two book nerds who found we hit it
off pretty well over coffee.

She was pretty; sort of fair skinned, green eyed, very short reddish
brown hair parted neatly with bangs that were swept to the side and
held back with a barrette. She was that perfect (at least for me) edge
of just a little chubby. The slightest little belly and a plump bottom
and chubby cheeks and cupid bow lips. She wore a light blue shirt with
some band name on it I've never heard of and a smart little denim
skirt. Knee high socks and Chucks. Cute. Adorable even. Big bright
eyes and lip-glossed lips.

This was our second date, the first being the coffee. This time it was
a foreign film and some Indian food. It was sort of perfect and now we
were caught in the grips of the awkward pre-first-kiss conversation.

"It's beautiful up here," she marveled, looking out of the windshield
at the stars. Orion was visible, the full moon loomed huge and silver
in the distance. The sky was dark blue, but not quite night.

"You look beautiful," I said, marveling too.

She looked down at her knees and smiled her crooked little smile.

I wasn't sure exactly how to do it, the first move is so hard to make
organic and casual. I shifted in my seat, moving a little closer to
her. She pulled her skirt to cover some of the expanse of skin between
where her socks ended and it began and settled closer to me, so that
our shoulders just brushed.

When our bodies touched for that second we turned and faced each
other. It was the moment. I moved in and she moved in, and then
everything in the world faded and it was just the taste of her vanilla
lip gloss and the softness of her kiss and my hand on her side as she
turned in to give herself to the kiss fully.

It was perfect, a long slow kiss. Just the slightest brush of our
tongues together, the sweetness of her mouth and the lingering spice
of our dinners and her cherry coke.

When we pulled apart she was beaming. I'm sure I was too. Her skin
glowed in the moonlight, powdery and pale. She giggled a little, her
eyes sparkling, and then closed her eyes when I moved in to kiss her
again.

We kissed, my hand again resting on her side. I could feel the warmth
of her skin through the cotton. As her mouth opened a little more, my
hand moved up a little until my thumb touched the bottom of her bra.
She giggled again, breaking our kiss. I moved my hand up a little more
just barely cupping her breast. She took a deep breath and looked me
in the eyes. Then she pushed my hand down.

She sat up in her seat, swallowing. I looked down and gave her an
apologetic smile. She looked at me, the light blue of her eye shadow
making her eyes vivid. I noticed a touch of glitter on her cheeks.
That with the way her bangs were held back with a baby blue barrette
made her look so young and fresh faced.

I took a breath and sat back too. She watched me, bit her lip a
little, then seeming to have made up her mind, leaned over and kissed
me again. We fell into a deeper kiss, mouths growing hungrier. She
slipped her arms around me and sighed into my neck, then kissed my
cheek, looking up into my eyes.

I smiled back as my hand smoothed her shirt, moved up and cupped her
breast again. Her eyes flashed angry as she pushed my hand away. My
hand rested on her leg. I frowned at her. The atmosphere in the car
grew increasingly more tense.

My fingers moved up to the edge of her shirt and then under it. She
made a tiny angry huff and tried to push it away but I slipped my hand
under her shirt and moved it up the hot skin of her stomach and then
cupped her lacy bra-covered breast.

"No!" she cried and pulled at my hand, but I caressed and relished the
soft forbidden delicacy of her body as she tried to pull me away. I
pulled at her bra and then at her insanely soft skin until I freed one
breast from confinement. She pulled at my hand, but I wouldn't budge.
Once my fingers felt the delicious little nub of her nipple I was lost
to anything but the feel of her.

That's when she smacked me.

*

It was some time after our first date when I had first found her blog.
She left hints, she mentioned writing about this or that online. I
googled her email address and it wasn't very hard to connect the dots.
A pretty blue webpage with entries that ranged from innocent to
downright smutty.

I left a comment, something benign. She emailed me, telling me she
didn't mind that I read it. I asked her about fantasies. She said she
had all kinds.

She was so much bolder online, but aren't we all. I told her how I
wanted to kiss her when we went out for coffee. She said I should
have. It went back and forth like this.

"I'm not good at making the first move," she admitted. "In fact I sort
of need a guy to make the first move."

She told me how she wanted it, how she wanted to be taken, how she
wanted me to take her. I was dubious. It wasn't exactly my thing... or
was it? The idea germinated in the back of my mind.

She told me it didn't matter - it was a game we could play or not. She
said if I wanted some reassurance then I should stop if she said "ice
cream" or if she banged three times on something.

"In case you are covering my mouth." she wrote.

"I like to have my mouth covered." she added.

My head was buzzing with some sexual version of cognitive dissonance.
This nice pretty sweet girl having such edgy fantasies.

*

"Just stop, ok?" Stacy sighed, folding her arms over her chest and
pouting.

"Maybe we should just go home." I said, which confused her. I tried
not to smile. The battle between wanting to keep up the façade and
wanting to continue fooling around seemed to throw her.

I turned the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life. She put
her hand on mine and looked me in the eyes.

"Just wait. We're having a good time. You just got... carried away. I'm
sorry if I over-reacted." she was looked down now, unsure.

I turned off the engine. I sat back and looked at her, relishing the
embarrassment.

"It's just that I thought you liked me, Stacy."

She smiled weakly. "I do!"

I smiled back and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back for a moment
and then kissed me chastely on the lips. I smiled again into her
kisses and kissed her deeply. Her eyes fluttered as she melted into
the kiss and I felt her trembling a little.

My hand landed on her knee, innocently. As we kissed my fingers traced
little circles in her skin. She was aware of it, but it wasn't that
intrusive. We were really kissing now. The sweetness of her mouth
almost made me forget what game we were playing.

When I pushed her back a little and my hand started working up her
thigh she gasped into my mouth, breaking our kiss. I had to push up
her skirt at the same time or my hand wouldn't fit between her legs -
Show quoted text - the night was upon us. The door swung open and
before I knew it she was slipping away, tumbling to the grass outside
of the car.

I got out and stood over her. She was panting, her skirt still pulled
up to her waist, the light blue of her panties showing a little. I
held out my hand.

"I have to go home, Jack. Take me home." she pouted, not looking into
my eyes.

This little ball of worry started in my stomach. Was this all a game?
Did I break some rule or go too far? She hadn't said the word.

"You have to take me home, please! You can't just... just... you can't
ra-" she bit her lip. "You can't just fuck me here."

She was still on the floor, looking down at my shoes. Her legs opening
a little, her hair slightly rustled.

We can be all different kinds of people at different times and certain
people brought out different things in us. This wasn't me. This wasn't
something I particularly wanted, but in the moment I was lost in this
girl's fantasy. It took me over and, suddenly, I was rock hard. My
eyes narrowed and I was what she wanted me to be.

There is a euphoria in that, because you don't have to be who you are
and you can revel in being something someone truly wants.

And that's when I hit her.

Just a smack across the face. One smack and you find out so much about
a girl. They can call the whole thing off, though I've never gotten to
that point with someone who would call things off for a smack in the
face. There are girls who will take it and look down and blush. There
are girls who will get giddy little smiles after they are smacked,
delighting in the adrenaline rush. Then there are the girls like Stacy
who look right into your eyes and clench their jaws. Girls who fight
back.

I like them all in different ways, bratty to groveling, but a fighter
is extra fun.

She glared at me as she held her cheek and awkwardly got up off the
ground. One of her knees was stained green from the grass, just above
her sock.

She was about to say something when headlights came from behind us. I
saw two cars pull up to a clearing nearby. This was sort of a "lover's
lane" type place with a clear view of the sky and nothing else to
disturb people. I had hoped we would have the place to ourselves, but
it looked like we might have to find another place for our little
game.

I walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. I looked at
her through the open passenger side door and, starting the engine,
said "Get in the fucking car."

She glared, took a look at the other cars, and obeyed. She sat in the
seat with a huff and crossed her arms and frowned.

"Are you taking me home?" she said with a pout.

I didn't answer her, I just stepped on the gas.

*

I wonder what she saw when she looked at me. I was dying of curiosity,
actually. I wanted to see the look in her eyes, study her body
language, pick her apart, but we both had roles here. I had to drive.
I had to look forward and clench my jaw and go.

"This isn't the way to my apartment." She was pouting with every word.

I didn't have to pretend when I scoffed.

When I got to my block I was trying to formulate something that
wouldn't seem that horrific to anyone who might see us, but at the
same time let her know that I was serious. I parked across the street
and turned off the engine. I looked at her dead in the eyes. She had
her arms folded in front of her chest and she was frowning.

"Listen. It's only 9 o'clock. We both got a little crazy, but I really
like you. Just come up for a couple of minutes, there's something I
want to show you. Then I promise I'll take you home."

She narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not stupid," she murmured.

She wasn't going to make this easy. I should have been mad, but I
couldn't stop smiling.

"Fine," I said, opening my door and quickly running around to her side
of the car.

I opened her door and I grabbed her arm hard and pulled her out. She
tripped, but I held her up by her arm. I locked my door and my alarm
chirped. I pulled her so that our faces were an inch apart.

"This is my neighborhood. Don't make a scene. I want to talk to you, I
can't let you leave on this note. Just come up for a second and I'll
explain. We can't talk out here, okay?" I said this all through
gritted teeth.

When she rolled her eyes I looked around because every inch of me
needed to smack her again. She knew it too. The edge of her lip just
barely curled into a smile.

I pulled her across the street and she didn't really start fighting me
until we got to the door.

"I'm not going into your apartment, Jack. It's not happening," she
said, trying to pull her arm from my grip.

I pulled her arm and then twisted it around her back.

"Just move." My voice was steady and my grip was firm.

I opened the door and pushed her forward. She fought every step, but
we were moving forward, past the wall of mailboxes and the little
table of orphaned magazines.

In the elevator I put my hand over her mouth and pressed her against
the wall. Her eyes were wide as she tensed in my grip. I took a hungry
handful of her breast as she struggled.

When the door opened, I released her quickly and stood up straight. To
our surprise, two of my neighbors were standing in the hallway waiting
for the elevator. I smiled and walked out of the elevator and towards
my door, listening intently for Stacy's footsteps behind me.

"Hi," she said politely to my neighbors.

I didn't look back, I just opened my door. When I finally turned
around she was standing in the hallway with her arms crossed again.

I walked towards her and she backed up. I lunged forward and caught
both of her arms in my hands. She tried to turn, but I pulled her
toward my door. She tried to pull my hands off of her arms, but before
she knew it she was already in my apartment and the door was closed.

"I'll scream."

I chuckled. "Like you did when you saw my neighbors?"

She frowned, trying to think of an answer. The game versus real life.
She didn't want to break the role, but she knew she just did. She
crossed her arms again, I pushed her against my door.

"You didn't say a thing when they were watching us."

She averted her gaze from mine.

"I... didn't want to make a scene," she whispered.

I slid my hand down her side and let my fingers spread out under her
shirt. Her skin was hot and deliciously smooth. My other hand moved up
and slipped into her short hair. I made a fist and she winced as I
pulled her hair hard and made her face me.

"Stop. You said you just wanted to talk-" she started, but I pulled my
hand from her hair and slapped her hard across the face again.

"I thought you said you weren't stupid."

There's a laugh that sometimes comes over me. Have you ever heard the
giggle a girl gets when she is being topped? The nervous, giddy, sort
of uncontrollable giggle like being tickled just a little too long?
This is the exact opposite of that laugh. This is when control washes
over you and you turn that corner in your head and you know that no
matter how hard she squirms you can hold her down and no matter how
hard she fights you will win.

It's the cocky laugh of someone who has been given the power. It's not
like I am taking something from her, after all. She is giving
something to me. Something she feels she needs to give to me. It is
always awkward for me to take it, because in a way I have been careful
all my life not to, but once we were there and once we trusted each
other enough, the decision is made and I find I am more than capable
of enjoying it.

It's was a good thing to remind myself as I hit her again. One more
smack across the face. Her eyes flash as she faces me, cheek bright
red and her breath coming in hard puffs out of her nose.

I pull her hands above her head and press them against the door. She
tried to knee me in the balls and I smile wide and laugh again, moving
my hip to block her and then pressing my knees against her legs so
that she is pressed hard against the door.

"What are you going to do?" I say, my eyes on hers so that I can see
my own reflection in angry green.

"I'm gunna fucking..." she spat through clenched teeth, but then just
struggled more leaving her silly threat dangling unfinished.

I let her go a little and she pushed forward, then I turned and used
her little momentum to push her forward so that she hit the side of my
couch with her legs. I twisted one of her armed behind her again and
put my other hand on the back of her neck and pushed her head down
into the cushions of my couch as her body was bent over the arm.

She screamed into the cushion and flailed her her one free arm around,
only hitting the couch and the wall.

I took of my belt off loudly with one hand and she froze a little,
tensing her body. I grabbed her one flailing arm and pulled it behind
her back, and then went to work getting the belt around her arms, just
above the elbows. It wouldn't hold her for long, but it was good for a
little while.

I held her down with my hand on the belt holding her arms together
behind her back. She struggled, but was already tiring herself out.
All of her movement had made her skirt ride up and so I pulled it up
some more so that I saw her blue pantied bottom. She tried to kick at
me, but I pinned her legs to the couch with my knees.

"You're a little pain in the ass, you know that?" I grunted as I
pulled her back up standing, put my arms around her and picked her up.

I carried her squirming kicking body around the couch and threw her
down on it face first so that she was laying on it, then I reached
over to the other side of the couch and got the little box I'd set up
just for this.

She wiggled back and forth and my belt was coming off, but I got some
rope out of the box and was able to make a quick little tie around her
wrists. She was furious, and actually kicked me once in the stomach as
I went to grab her legs and tie them together with another bit of
rope. It didn't really hurt and I laughed as she looked back at me.

Every time she broke the little game, even with the smallest
inauthentic look in her eyes it made me oddly giddy. I guess I needed
the little reminders that it was all a game, or maybe the reminder of
how much she wanted it to seem real but was unable to. It all just
made me want to do all of these dirty things to her harder.

When she was tied, I looked down at the blue panties again. Her white
skin was like a canvas. My heart was racing and my face was flushed. I
took her hair in one hand and slapped her ass for the first time. She
yelled into the couch, making muffled and pretty sounds. I spanked her
again and again, her skin cold from being outside in the car for so
long. Each time my hand landed the skin was warmer. My hand marks were
bright red, each finger visible.

When I stopped she was panting loud and fast against the cushions. I
put my hand on her now hot ass and lifted it quickly. She braced for
the blow and I just laughed. I stopped laughing and took a breath and
she tensed again, sure that this would be another volley, but I just
laughed more. Then, finally I spanked her when she seemed the least
expecting.

She finally lifted her ass up, making pleading yelps and arching her
back trying to escape my hand. I let up and stroked her warm red skin.

"You hate this, hm?" I whispered down at her ear.

"I mean, there's no way you're enjoying this," I continued, my fingers
moving down her ass to her thighs. As my fingers crept towards her
cunt she clenched her legs.

"Nooo!" she whined, but it was too late.

The baby blue panties were navy at the crotch with her wetness. I
laughed as I rubbed the fabric against her sex. She sobbed "no" again
and again, but I kept rubbing. She was moving her bottom away from my
hand, but it was no use, I slipped a finger under the cotton and found
very short, but soft hair that was deliciously wet.

Suddenly she let out a yell and bucked her hips away from me and
started struggling hard and fast, falling off the couch for a moment.
I pulled her back on the couch and got on top of her, kneeling on each
side of her legs.

I grabbed her hair again with one hand and this anger filled me. I
spanked her once hard and then grabbed those panties and pulled as
hard as I could with one quick rush of energy. The cotton ripped
instantly, though they didn't come off. She cried out and tried to get
away, but I was sitting on her legs. I pulled more of her panties off,
finally getting the crotch to rip so that her sex was exposed.

I unzipped my pants and she started squealing and trying to pull
herself away by her elbows. I took out my cock, which was sore from
being achingly hard for so long in my pants. I pulled a condom from my
pocket and opened it, pulling the slippery thing out and rolling it
onto my cock.

"Don't, Jack, don't," she said, her eye catching mine as she turned
her head.

Her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet. She looked me in the eyes
for only the tiniest of second and then looked away and said "no"
again. She couldn't look at me, I knew it. She couldn't see me, she
wanted me to be the attacker. She wanted me to be the rapist.

"Shut the fuck up you fucking cunt," I said in a low hard voice.

I slapped her in the back of the head and grabbed her hair. I leaned
down and whispered into her ear. "You better fucking shut up."

I pressed down against her, her back arching and her ass pushing up. I
felt the heat of her cunt against me and I moved against her, I held
my cock in one hand and her hair in the other and I pushed it forward,
finding the slickness of her wetness and then I pushed into her.

I was inside of her and she was bucking against me.

"No, no, no!" it wasn't cry of alarm anymore, it was her mantra.

The angle wasn't working, I got up roughly, slipping out of her. I
looked down at her panting mostly clothed body. I pulled off my shoes
and pants and reached down and picked her up. I carried her in my arms
the short distance and deposited her on my bed. She struggled, but was
too tired and overwhelmed to do more than wiggle around. I pushed up
her shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra enough to get her
breasts out a bit. I sucked on her nipples which were smallish and
pink.

I laughed as I sucked them because she couldn't hold in a loud moan as
I sucked them and twirled my tongue around them. I felt her tits
roughly and then spanked each on a few times. She winced and her eyes
rolled back. I slapped them more and then slapped her across the face.

"Come on you fucking slut. Where'd the fight go?" I goaded.

She glared at me with the fire I saw before and she let out a animal
like growl.

I laughed more, right in her face. Then I pushed her bound legs up so
that her knees almost touched her face and I moved my cock back to her
cunt and it slipped in like there were magnets connecting our sexes.
She was soaked to the middle of her thighs. I pushed in hard and
grabbed her hips and fucked her that way. Both of her ankles resting
on one of my shoulders as I slammed into her hard and fast, the whole
bed moving.

She was moaning and grunting with every thrust and mumbling little
things I couldn't make out and then everything was going faster and my
heart was pounding in my ears.

She came first, hard. So hard her muscles clenched tight. I kept
fucking her. I felt my orgasm starting somewhere inside of my stomach.
I felt it coming. Then she tensed again and let out a "fuck" and her
muscles clutched so tight she pushed me right out of her cunt.

I quickly repositioned myself, grabbing my cock, which was soaked, and
pushing it back just in time for me to start coming. I pushed in hard
and tried to hold on to her hips. My body was failing, the intensity
was taking over and all I could do was push into her and scream as I
came and came.

Then there was only panting.

She was as limp as a rag doll as I untied her. Her whole demeanor had
changed completely. She was quiet, docile, almost sad looking. I
started to worry. She looked up and gave me a crooked little smile.

"Wow," she said blinking.

I broke into a different laugh, my real laugh, I fell into her arms
and she curled up against me and we kissed softly. I looked into her
eyes and she looked into mine. We communicated a lot in a few seconds
of stairing. Then I pulled off her clothes and she pulled of the rest
of mine and we slipped under the blankets and didn't say a word. We
just kissed and I soothed her and we just enjoyed the lingering
electricity of our second date.

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