Take it From Me
written by:
Brandy Wynne

"He's right there. You going to ask him or not?"

"Or not."

"Come on, Cindy. You told me-"

"Now is not a good time," Cindy said, picking up her flute case. She faced her friend and smiled at the frown on Lacey's face. "I promise you, I'm not chickening out. I just have other plans."

Lacey's impatient frown transformed into a mischievous grin. "Anyone I know?"

"It's my brother's birthday."

Lacey's grin vanished. "Oh. I thought that jack-ass was spawned, not born."

"My parents might take that as an insult," Cindy said, walking toward the exit. Lacey fell in step beside her.

"I feel sorry for them, having to raise him. He's always been such a little prick to me."

"You've been nothing but a stuck up bitch to him," Cindy countered.

"Hey, whose side are you on?" Lacey exclaimed.

"Neither. It's just that the sooner you two realize you're in love with each other, the better off the rest of us will be."

"You're completely delusional."

"Do you want to come to the party?" Cindy asked.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do."

"And I'm sure that gift-wrapped box in your bag has nothing to do with it."

"Bitch," Lacey hissed as they stepped out onto the street. Cindy only laughed.

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"It's your lucky night."

Cindy looked away from her parents, who were telling the story of her brother's birth, to look at Lacey who was tugging her sleeve and looking toward the bar.

"What are you talking about?" Cindy murmured.

"He's here," Lacey said.

"Who's -"

Cindy cut off, seeing Peter Stillson across the room, ordering drinks from the restaurant's bar. She scanned the room behind him and saw three other orchestra members. After a moment Peter turned from the bar and rejoined his friends.

"And he's not here with a woman," Lacey said. "This party's winding down. Go talk to him!"

"He's with friends," Cindy said. "Looks like guy's night out."

"So? I'm sure he'd rather spend the night with you than any of them."

Cindy was suddenly aware of the quiet behind her and she turned to face her family. They were all watching her and Lacey. Her father and brother were trying to hide bemused grins, but her mother's expression was quite grave. Cindy gave them a feeble laugh then reached behind her and smacked Lacey playfully on the head. Her brother burst out laughing, her father followed suit and finally her mother gave the faintest hint of a smile.

When the conversation continued, Cindy rounded on Lacey and hissed, "Will you knock it off! This is my family, here!"

"I'm sorry," Lacey said, rubbing the side of her head. "But you didn't have to hit me so hard."

"Feel lucky I didn't deck you."

The rest of the birthday party passed without incident but with many laughs. Cindy often glanced over at Peter Stillson and his friends. They were talking, laughing and sharing a meal. They hadn't noticed her or Lacey, or else were ignoring them.

"Hey, Brad," Lacey said. "Would you mind giving me a lift home?"

Cindy looked up, a bit startled. Cindy always took Lacey home after rehearsal. They were practically next door neighbors.

"Uh, well, yeah. Sure. I don't mind. What about Cindy?"

"I think she might want to hang around for a little bit longer. Wouldn't you Cindy?"

"Conniving bitch," Cindy said, but with a smile. "Yeah, I might want to stick around for a few more minutes. Do you mind, big brother?"

"Like I said," he said, smiling widely. "I don't mind at all. It's not often I get to take such a beautiful girl home."

"Excuse me?" Lacey said with an edge in her voice. "Girl?"

"Okay - woman, then" he said. "Because you sure ain't no lady."

"Oh, if your parents weren't within earshot..." Lacey said, holding up her fist.

"Just tell me in the car," he said, grasping her wrist. "Let's go."

Cindy watched them leave. As they walked out the door she saw her brother's hand rest on the small of Lacey's back and she did not push his hand away.

"Finally," Cindy muttered, and stood from the table herself. Everyone else was gone, the tab was paid and a generous tip had been left on the table. She subtly glanced toward Peter's group and her head snapped toward them. The table was empty.

"I thought that was you."

Cindy gasped and took a step back. Peter was standing right in front of her.

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"You just startled me," she said with a laugh. "Where's the rest of the guys?"

"They've all gone to Todd's. We're meeting there to watch the basketball game he Tivoed."

"Lakers - Spurs game?"

He smiled. "Yeah. You like basketball?"

"Yes," she said, smiling back. "And don't look so surprised. You might insult me."

"No offense intended," he said, raising his hands. "I just don't meet many women who are interested."

"Me neither, but you should never assume."

"You are quite right. Um...would you like to come?"

Cindy looked at him for a moment then said, "I'm not so sure about that. Four guys - one woman. I don't know if I would fit in. Besides, I may be a fan of basketball, but I am not a fan of Todd Renfield."

Peter laughed at this and said, "I don't blame you. He can be an ass."

"No, he's always an ass," Cindy said. "Especially to women."

"Oh well, maybe another time then."

"You could always come to my place. I recorded it, too. I'd understand if you'd rather hang out with the guys but...the offer is there."

"Well, let me see," Peter said, looking up, pondering. "I could watch the game with four crude, drunk men or with one lovely, intelligent, basketball-loving woman." He looked at her and said, "I think I'll take door number two."

"Then let's go," Cindy said and took his hand.

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"Oh, come on! That was a foul!"

Cindy sat back on her couch in huff. She glanced at Peter and saw that he was watching her, biting his bottom lip.

"What!" she snapped.

"You're not a graceful loser."

"I suppose not," she said, crossing her legs Indian style. She took a drink of her beer then set it back on the table. "It just seems like we can't win anything this year."

"My team's doing just fine."

"Yeah, but you're rooting for the wrong one."

"Maybe it's you who's-"

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head.

"My, that's a close-minded attitude you have," he said. "Is there no room for being wrong in your world?"

"Regarding some things, but not basketball."

"I suppose I'll just have to deal with the fact that I'm wrong - because I'm not going over to your side."

"It can be a lot of fun on my side," she said, leaning towards him. She gently grasped his upper thigh and squeezed.

"I bet it can," he said, leaning his head closer to hers, sliding his arm about her shoulders.

"I've been lusting for you for a while now."

"Really?" he said, showing no sign of surprise save for his raised eyebrows. "That's quite flattering."

"That's nice of you to say," she said, "but I'm sure there have been a lot of women for you."

"I haven't been wanting. Hope you don't mind."

"Doesn't bother me in the slightest. You may be my Mr. Right, but right now, I'm not all that interested in taking my time to get to know you."

"Well - that's not quite so flattering," he said, his smile slipping. He moved back from her.

"Oh, don't be offended," she said, moving closer to him, smiling even wider. "I wasn't trying to insult you. I'm only trying to tell you that - if you want me, I'm not going to play hard to get." Her hand moved up his thigh until it was between his legs, gently squeezing. "You can't be too angry - unless offense makes you hard."

"Since we're being so honest," he said, moving towards her again, an edge to his voice. "After our little talk these past few minutes, I'm not so interested in knowing you, either. However, you are hot and if you're as easy as you say, I'm not passing up the chance."

She grinned and unfolded her legs. She crawled into his lap, straddling his hips. "Fine, then," she said. She reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her torso bare save the sheer white bra that she wore. "Let's just have our fun and go our separate ways."

Both of his hands moved onto her breasts and she moaned as he squeezed. "Sounds fine to me," he said his voice low.

"Those are even nicer if you...," Cindy said and reached down to unhook the clasp between her breasts. His mouth immediately moved onto her nipple while his hand kneaded her second naked mound.

"Yes," she whispered, letting her head fall back as his tongue moved over her hard nub roughly. "Bite me," she ordered. "Bite it." He obeyed and she cried out in slight pain. However, she pressed her breasts forward and tangled her fingers in his hair. "The other one," she growled and forcefully moved his mouth onto her other breast. He gave no resistance and she was soon crying out once again as he manipulated her second nipple between his teeth.

Cindy rotated her hips so that her jeans pressed against her clit with each gyration. She held his head in a tight grip so that his mouth couldn't leave her breast. His moans made it clear he wouldn't have moved anyway but she wasn't about to let him pull away and deny her the mounting orgasm that she could feel building between her legs.

"Yes!" she cried and began repeating herself until crying out weakly from her first climax of the evening.

She fell slightly limp, loosening her grip on Peter's head. He grasped her sides and pushed her down onto the couch, moving over her.

She groaned and put her arms about his neck when his mouth moved onto hers. He pressed his tongue in her mouth with no subtly but she simply sucked on it causing him to moan loudly in surprise. She moved her legs up and around him, locking him between her legs. He grasped her ass, making subtle thrusts.

He finally broke their kiss and whispered, "You're going to suck my cock just like you sucked my tongue. Aren't you?"

"Yes," she said.

"You can order me around as much as you want," he continued. "But you better expect to be taking the orders as well."

He roughly pushed her legs from around him and stood, already tugging at his belt. Cindy watched him strip from the waist down and couldn't stop the grin the sight of his bobbing cock brought to her lips. She sat up and reached for him, but he grasped her shoulders and pushed her back down.

"No hands," he ordered. "You're going to get me off with your mouth and tongue and nothing else. Understand?" She nodded. "Good. Now - sit up against the arm."

Cindy pushed herself up and reclined back against the couch's armrest. He got onto the couch with her, straddling her thighs, and placed his cock in front of her face.

"Open your mouth." Cindy looked up at him, moving only her eyes then parted her lips wide. There was a wild gleam in his eyes and her heart jumped when he firmly grasped her head.

"Lick my cock," he whispered, pulling her head towards him. Cindy moved her tongue out and placed it at the base of his shaft and slowly moved up until she reached the head. She moved her tongue around the rim and he made sounds of pleasure through clenched teeth.

"God, I just want to shove my cock inside and fuck your mouth," he hissed.

In one quick movement, Cindy moved her hands up and grasped his ass and dove onto his cock, taking almost all of it in one bob. He yelled in surprise and pleasure and when she started to move up and down his length at a rapid pace, he thrust in time.

"Oh god, yes, yes!" he nearly screamed. "Eat me, suck me. Come on Cindy, make me come right in your mouth."

His sounds of pleasure never stopped and after a minute or so, Cindy began to moan as well. She loved the sensation of hard cock against her tongue, between her lips. Sucking on a man made her feel so powerful, even if he thought he was the one in charge. It was her tongue, her lips and her sucking that made him feel so good and Cindy knew her technique was excellent.

"Oh Jesus," he whimpered, panting. "Cindy, I'm going to come. I'm going to - to..."

The rest of his words were cut off by his guttural cries and quiet yelps as she moved all the way down, letting his cock slide partly down her throat as it contracted around him. She moaned loudly and he cried out again, grasping her head tightly. The power Cindy was feeling was making her giddy and she would have laughed if her mouth wasn't so full.

Finally, she pulled off of him and looked up.

When he came he had fallen forward slightly. He held himself up by grasping the armrest. She moved back down onto the couch and gently pulled on his arm, indicating that she wanted him to lie with her. He did, carefully resting his body on top of her, still gasping for breath. She ran her hands over his back and bare ass, enjoying his weight on top of her. He groaned faintly as her hands continued to caress him.

"You have a great ass," she whispered and moved both hands onto his cheeks. He grunted in acknowledgment.

When her finger pushed into the crack of his ass and against his anus he lifted his head to look at her and said, "I don't know if I want you doing that."

"You'll like it," she whispered. "Lie back down and relax."

He looked at her for a few moments, then did as she said, burying his face in her neck. She felt him relax and she slid her finger inside his anus. He hissed slightly but did not ask her to stop.

She kept pushing further inside, slowly, gently stroking. He kissed her neck, biting tenderly, moving up to her ear. She let out a soft, "Ah," as his tongue moved inside.

"I like it," he whispered into her ear. Her finger was inside up to her second knuckle and she was stroking at a faster pace.

"Let's go to my bedroom," she said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to play with your body some more."

"Tonight, this body is yours," he said, kissing her beneath her jaw.

"I'll remind you that you said that," she said. He gasped when she quite suddenly pushed her entire finger into his ass. She kissed him with force and he let out a slight whimper but very quickly returned her fierceness.

Finally, she pulled her finger out of him and he stood to pull his jeans up, not bothering to fasten them. Cindy pointed him to the bedroom and after turning off the television and most of the lights, she followed him. When she got there he was nowhere to be seen but her private bathroom door was shut. She undressed and moved onto her bed, stretching out on her back.

She looked to her right when the bathroom door opened. Peter was completely naked and he moved across the room, his eyes raking her body. He got onto the bed and immediately pulled her beneath him. They kissed, their hands moving over each other. Cindy moaned around Peter's tongue, feeling his strong hands grasping her flesh - her breasts, her back, her hips, her ass.

"You are beautiful," he whispered.

"Oh, so are you," she said with a deep laugh. "Eat me, Peter. Lick my pussy."

He said nothing and moved down her body, using his mouth and tongue to trace his way.

Cindy pulled herself up and reclined back against her large pillows so that she could see him better. She loved watching a man when his head was buried between her legs.

He didn't tease her as she expected. He pushed her legs wide apart, hooked his arms around her thighs and before she could even take a breath his tongue was pressing between her lips, searching for her clitoris.

Cindy gritted her teeth and moved her hands onto his head. She bit her lip, not wanting him to know how good he was already making her feel. His tongue had no trouble finding her and he was sharp enough to know that she wanted it rough.

"Oh god!" she finally yelled, unable to help herself when he quite suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth, moving his tongue on her fast and hard. "Keep doing that!" she cried and he obeyed.

Cindy cried out repeatedly, thrusting her hips in time to his licks. His hands were on her hips, trying to hold her still but it seemed impossible to make her stop.

She finally stopped moving when she screamed. Her back bowed and her whole body tensed as the orgasm rushed over her. She nearly screamed again when he did not even pause and continued to lick her now extremely sensitive clitoris.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Oh god, Peter, yes! Yes!"

In seconds she screamed again and fell utterly limp. He still didn't completely stop, but did slow, gently running his tongue up one side of her clit and down the other. She moaned deep in her throat when he pushed his tongue inside of her as deep as he could.

He finally pulled away and Cindy didn't move, still trying to catch her breath, utterly unable to move. She was barely aware of the soft ripping of a paper wrapper but her eyes opened when Peter's hands grasped her hips and pulled her back down onto the bed.

She opened her mouth when his cock pressed into her. He slid completely inside her with only two thrusts.

"Oh, you are so wet," he growled. "Now, wrap your legs around me and hold on. I'm going to fuck you."

Cindy's legs moved around him, tight, and he began to thrust. In only a matter of seconds, he was pushing into her at a rapid pace, slamming his entire cock into her each time, propped up on his arms to get better leverage. She lifted her hips in time with his thrusts and she watched his cock impaling her over and over again.

She knew he couldn't last long like this but it was a longer time than she expected when his cries burst involuntarily from his lips. His last few thrusts were harder than any before, causing her to cry out along with him.

He rolled off of her and collapsed onto his back, gasping for breath. Cindy also took gulps of air, her pussy feeling nicely stretched and used. She moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit slowly. After a minute she felt Peter roll onto his side. His lips moved to her breasts and he gently sucked her nipples as she continued to masturbate. This unexpected tenderness brought about a fast orgasm and after she had come, he gently kissed her, resting his hand on the side of her face.

"You are a wonderful lover," he whispered. "I think I do want to know you better, even if just to fuck you."

She laughed softly, knowing he wasn't trying to insult her. "I feel the same way," she said wistfully. "Do you want to stay the night? I'm not much of a cook, but I can offer cereal for breakfast."

"I would love to," he said. "And I happen to be a great cook - if you wake me up in a satisfying fashion."

"I think that can be arranged."

"Let's get cleaned up," he said. "I don't know about you, but I'm a little sleepy."

She only smiled and followed him into her bathroom.

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"I can't, I'm sorry. I really want to, but-"

Peter was cut off as Cindy kissed him again, groaning in frustration. She was on top of him, writhing against his body, stroking his cock that refused to get hard. She felt it lurch in her hands a few times but it remained soft.

"I really want to fuck some more," she whispered.

"I would love to go down on you again," he offered. "You seemed to enjoy it."

"Mmm, I did, but I want cock."

"Do you have any toys?" She said nothing but a grin spread across her face. "I'll take that as a yes."

"You stay right here," she said and hopped out of bed. She went into the bathroom and shut the door.

"I know what a dildo looks like," he called. "You don't have to hide it from me."

Cindy didn't answer him and left the bathroom door shut. She opened the closet and pulled down a box from the top shelf. She opened it and smiled widely. She glanced toward her bedroom door. Would he even consider it or would he make a hasty retreat?

Finally, Cindy pulled it out of the box. Minutes later she turned off the bathroom light and opened the bedroom door. There was faint light from the front room but she knew he couldn't see her.

"Found your toy?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. It's inside me right now."

"You couldn't even wait for me?"

She crawled into bed on the opposite side and sat on her knees. "Turn on the light," she said. She heard him sit up and seconds later her bedside lamp turned on.

"Holy shit," he said when he faced her again. His eyes were wide and he was staring down at her.

"What do you think?" she asked, gently stroking the small phallus that protruded from her waist.

"I - I don't really know what to think."

"I want to fuck you," she said bluntly. "I want you to roll over and let me see that beautiful ass of yours and then I want to fuck it."

He didn't move but he didn't say anything either. His eyes had moved back down to the plastic cock she was still stroking. She could see that his breathing was getting faster.

"I've never done that," he finally whispered.

"Do you want to try it?" she asked. "Every man I've fucked, even the straight ones, says it feels stupendous. And you seemed to like it when I fingered you."

He cleared his throat and said, "If I say stop, you will stop, right?"

"Yes, but at least give it a chance before you do."

"All right then," he said.

Shaking slightly, Peter rolled over presenting his backside to her, bending his left leg so that he wasn't lying flat. As he did so, Cindy opened her bedside table and pulled out her lubricant. She poured some into her palm and then rubbed it on both hands, warming it. He still jerked when her hand spread it between his cheeks.

He did moan when her finger pressed inside of him. Pouring more oil on him, she worked her finger into him until it was all the way inside.

"Does it feel good?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he said, sounding out of breath.

"I'm going to put in a second." She felt him tense and said, "Relax, or it will hurt."

She heard him taking deep breaths and she felt the tension in his sphincter lessen. She moved a second finger inside of him. In no time she was deeply stroking him with both fingers and he was moaning softly.

Cindy's heart was beating rapidly as she pulled her fingers out of him. After pulling a condom onto her favorite toy, she moved between his spread legs and gently grasped his hip. She watched the fake cock slide up and down his crack. Her lips parted and she let out a sigh feeling the surge of power rush through her.

"Oh, I am going to fuck you so good," she nearly growled.

She heard, "Oh my god," in a near whimper.

She grasped ‘her' cock and placed it at his anus. She pushed slowly, thrusting very gently. Peter gave out a sharp "Ah!" when the head was fully inside of him.

Cindy pushed forward, gently caressing his smooth ass with her hand until finally she could go no further. It was a small dildo but she knew from experience that if this really was his first time, it had to feel huge to Peter.

"How are you?" she asked, running her hands over his lower back.

"Fine," he said although his voice sounded weak.

She slowly lay down, pressing her breasts against his back. She grasped his hip and began to thrust. He cried out in what sounded like pain but he did not ask her to stop and she did not hesitate. She was slow and gentle at first but gradually moved faster and deeper. The harness was rigged with a phallus for her as well and she moaned as the dildo - one that was much larger than the one going into Peter - thrust inside of her.

"Yes!" she suddenly cried, throwing back her head. That sensation of power was filling her chest and shooting down between her legs. "Oh god, I love fucking you! Oh yes, Peter, yes!"

"Cindy," he rasped. "Keep going. Ah shit, this feels so good!"

She laughed out loud and moved faster. Peter cried out but this time it was filled with pleasure and he pressed backwards in time with her thrusts.

"That's right," she said, breathing harshly. "You like being fucked, don't you? You like a strong, forceful woman working you over. Say it - say you like being fucked."

"I like being fucked!" he cried. "Ah god, I'm getting hard again."

She laughed and moved her hand from his hip down to gently clutch his balls. "Oh that is right," she growled. "When I finish fucking you, you're going to take me, dominate me, maybe even hurt me - pull my hair while you do me. Would you like that?"

"Yes," he said. "Yes!"

Cindy suddenly gasped and her thrusts became erratic. Her hand moved to his now rigid cock and simply grasped it at the base, squeezing hard. She threw her head back and screamed when that surge of power erupted between her legs and the orgasm rushed over her like molten lava. She pushed forward as hard as she could and Peter cried out. Cindy continued to yell, wrapping her arm tightly about his chest.

"Oh Peter, oh yes! Thank you, thank you!"

Cindy lay gasping, her arm locked about his chest. However, he pried her arm from around him and carefully moved forward, moaning as the phallus slid out of him. Cindy felt him moving and then she suddenly gasped harshly when he picked her up and threw her on her stomach, straddling her thighs. She saw him grasp her bottle of lubricant and seconds later she felt the cold liquid on her backside.

She heard the faint ripping of paper for the third time that night and her already harsh gasps came faster. She let out a whimper when she felt his engorged cock sliding between her own ass cheeks, searching for her anus.

He wasn't nearly as gentle with her as she had been with him but unlike Peter, she was far from an anal virgin. She only moaned as he pushed into her.

His breathing was harsh and he fucked her ruthlessly, pressing against her back and rasping obscenities into her ear. His hand was deep in her hair, pulling it by the roots and with every new obscenity he uttered, his hand slapped her ass cheek smartly. Cindy could only cry out in pleasure and pain as they rocked her bed and after a short time they became the same thing to her.

His right hand left her ass and she almost demanded that he continue to slap her but she stopped when his hand moved between her legs and worked underneath her harness. His fingers sunk into her pussy and found her clit but his other hand pulled her hair even harder. Her climaxes were fast and intense. The pain from her scalp, the fullness of her bottom and dildo-filled pussy and the deftness of his fingers on her clit made his passion almost unbearable. When he finally came, thrusting as deep as he could into her ass and exploding with a yell, she was nearly hoarse from her cries of pleasure.

It took a very long time for them both to settle and catch their breath. They remained clutched close together and only loosened when his cock became limp and slid of out her. He released her and they took turns in the bathroom.

When they returned to bed, Peter immediately pulled her close, pressing his stomach against her back. After a long silence Peter whispered, "Wow."

"Glad you enjoyed your stay," she whispered.

"I really - liked that."

"I told you."

"It doesn't mean I'm gay, does it?"

"Oh God," she groaned, shaking her head. "No, it doesn't mean you're gay. It just means you like having things shoved up your ass."

"You speak with such refinement," he said, but his laughter was nervous.

"Look, Peter," she said, her tone serious, "if you enjoy it, do it. Why be concerned with what it makes you? I've slept with many women, but I have no interest in having a relationship with one. Emotionally, I'm as straight as a board."

"But sexually...?"

"I'll try anything once, and if I like it, I'll do it again."

"Dating you could be very exciting."

"I am anything but boring."

"Dating you could be very scary, too."

"Which do you prefer - boring but safe or exciting but scary?"

"A few hours ago, I would have said boring but safe, but now, I'm not so sure."

She rolled over to face him and he looked at her. "Want to try exciting-scary for a while?"

He grasped her rib cage and pulled her tight against him. "Yeah, I think I would."

Cindy smiled at him and he smiled back, surprised at the sweetness in her expression. "Let's go out tomorrow night."

"Okay."

She gave him several lingering kisses then rolled back over. He pulled her close and in minutes both were fast asleep.