Tricking Astrid (Ch.2.2)

Chapter 2 (Part 2)

The next morning was Saturday, her day off, so she woke early and left for a jog. She pushed herself harder this morning because of the anger she felt over giving more emotions towards Remy than she had expected.
He was all she thought about. The last months had been wonderful. The way he ultimately made her feel was wonderful. Was she falling in love because of how he made her feel about herself or because of who he was?
Who was Remy? She didn't even know. That was something she SHOULD know. Why had she not asked more personal questions all these months? It was as if just being around him made her accept whatever he did or said. He knew all about her. All about lonely little twenty-three-year-old Astrid.
It was near three in the afternoon as she was folding laundry that she heard his car. What a surprise, she thought, happily going to open the door.
Remy had only once before stopped by unannounced. It pleased her that he'd decided to stop by after having their first sexual act the night before. Was he just as nervous as she was?
He looked good as usual, his clothes relaxed for the bright spring day. He grinned down at her as she hesitantly stood in the doorway.
"Good afternoon," his voice was husky, so very sexy.
She nervously nodded, stepping back to let him into her house.
He took in her black shorts and an off-white tank top. She had been doing housework after all. Her hair was haphazardly clipped up from her neck with strands escaping cutely around her face and he brushed at them before kissing her.
She gave him a wide-eyed gaze. "What's up?"
He tentatively placed his warm hands on her forearms. "Nothing much. Just thought I'd swing by. Feel like dancing tonight? You can wear that dress I admired last night." he winked.
She blushed, "Okay. Sure, sounds fun."
"You know what else sounds fun?" he teased, now lightly skimming his hands up and down her arms.
She blushed deeper, "No. Tell me?"
He showed her.
With a sigh, she accepted the hungry kiss he seemed incapable of restraining further. She felt his chest hammering as she ran her hands up the light shirt he wore. He pushed them to the old sofa in the living room. She was startled at his obvious need to take her right there. The previous evening Remy had spoken of romance, yet now he seemed like he had to screw her anywhere he could get her. She wasn't against it. In fact, she was eagerly unzipping him with just as much lust.
"Astrid," he gasped when she finally had his length in hand, "I can't help myself now. You feel so good. All I thought about this morning was how much I wanted you. Is that wrong?" he spoke as he pulled off her top, revealing the cute red bra she wore.
He pulled the straps down as she answered, "No, I thought of you," she sighed, massaging him with gentle force, "I love the way you touch me. Like you can't resist. No one ever made me feel so wanted Remy."
He kissed her breast, biting one puckered nipple. He looked frustrated as he yanked down her shorts. Talk time was over. The words she could no longer find. He was consuming all of her rational brainwaves with animal ones.
Astrid was no stranger to hard love. Her virginity had been stolen by a forceful older punk while she was only eleven. The rape hadn't ever been told to anyone, locked deep inside of her soul forever. The boy and she had never seen each other again. It was two years later when she'd thought she loved another boy. She let him screw her after a school dance, in his backyard fort. He and she liked each other but afterward, he went out with a girl his age. She had been thirteen, he sixteen.
High school was what changed her self-esteem. Both parents died in a car accident when she was in ninth grade. Sent to live with cold, in-affectionate grandparents, her friends just as distant, she began losing herself in school work. The boy in her science class who was partnered with her for experiments began coming over.
High School for Astrid was dull, the kids cruel, so when in a state of loneliness and depression she'd let any boy who seemingly liked her, fuck her. The boys soon spread rumors and by her senior year, she'd slept with half of them. No girls wanted to be seen with her or be her friend.
The boys had taught her everyone had different desires. Different styles of approach or kinks. Astrid had let the men she'd dated after high school treat her like dirt. She saw nothing wrong with it because in her own mind she'd never given them a reason not to. She spread her legs and always shut her mouth. That was the type of men who she had always seemed to attract anyhow.
Remy was changing how she saw herself now. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful inside and out. He listened to her. He seemed to like who she was. Men had never shown her any kind of kindness such as that.
But now that she had pushed the physical part of their relationship she wondered if now Remy would treat her like the others had. She knew how to give good sex. She had had enough practice that was for sure.
Remy stripped Astrid, not in the gentle way she'd always imagined he would. Rough sex had always been a nervous spot in her psyche. She knew it probably had to do with her rape. The boy had beat her, yelling vile things as she tried to keep her legs together. All Remy was doing was gripping her hard and already terrible anxiety was rising in her.
He smiled down at her, relaxing the murky fear in her head. She focused on the beautiful man who looked as if he saw the same quality's in her. He kissed her throat as he tugged her panties to the side, sliding himself into her to the hilt. She was glad she was wet because he hadn't even checked. His motions were not soft as he slammed himself over and over into her until she came undone from his lips sucking her breast.
Remy pressed their sweaty foreheads together, "How was that?"
She laughed, feeling relaxed and happy, "That was fun. You realize you had me coming in the first second didn't you?"
He pulled away, reaching down to fix his clothes. She wondered why when he had yet to please himself. There was always time for that with men. Yet maybe Remy had only meant to please HER. The thought aroused her all over again. He turned her on every time she saw him though.
He looked down at her sprawled naked form on the sofa, zipping his pants up. "I may of. I have to admit you look pretty hot when coming."
The shade of red she turned made him want to fuck her all over again. The sensual eyes she gave him made him itch to unzip. But he had places to go.
"Why do you make me feel so special?" she mused aloud, leaning up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, "You make me feel like I belong with the beautiful people."
He gave her a hard kiss that left her mouth stinging. "Baby, never doubt your pretty little ass. Do you think I would have approached you at the club if you weren't attractive or smart? I like your brains. You are better than those other so-called beautiful people Astrid. I wouldn't have a girlfriend who wasn't only pretty but intelligent."
"Where do you live?" she blurted out, "Where do you work Remy? What do you do all day?"
Luckily she hadn't been looking close in his eyes. They flickered with sudden hard detachment. Closed off emotions. She had looked down to where he began massaging the inside of her thigh.
"I don't bring anyone to my place," he stated very casually, moving his long tapered fingers along the edge of her clit, "It's nothing personal. It's new and barely furnished." he quickly kissed her mouth when she opened it to speak.
He handled her like he knew how to stop unwanted questions. She did not force him to answer more although it DID feel personal. He had been dating her for three months. Was that not long enough to take her home at least once? He had yet to answer the almighty job question.
But he was touching her now, applying his slick fingers inside of her until she began emitting low sounds of pleasure. Was he really going to get her off again?
"Like that?" he sexily hissed into her ear, holding her down with a hand on her ass, "I like that sound, Astrid. It's making me want to fuck you until you can't stand."
She clung to his neck. "Stop. Stop! Remy!"
She sounded on the verge of coming. He applied his fingers even more unyielding until she quivered in his strong arms. She let out a cute little gasp, burying her face against his neck. The softness in which he held her made the aftermath of the orgasm even better. He stroked her back until her breathing returned to normal. The quickness of her release surprised him. Last night he had had to try. She was so good.
"I have to go," he smiled warmly at her, his hair covering one eye, "I'll pick you up at eight to go dancing. And THIS time don't seduce me with your naughty ways, Astrid. A man can only take so much."
She giggled. "I'll try. No promises."
She remained sitting as he let himself out. The quietness that settled in the house faded away to pleasant, gushy feelings in her. Her limbs felt like jelly as she roused herself.
She had let him wiggle out of her questions about employment once again. Damn him! A little mad, she redressed. She could smell him on her clothes. On her skin. Taste him on her lips.
Damn him!
She turned on the radio then finished folding her laundry in the little room on the back porch. She tried to stay busy so her thoughts of Remy avoidance wouldn't bother her so much.
Why wouldn't he tell her where he lived, even if it was new? Why not tell her what he did for a living? She was a paper pusher. Any job he had would be okay with her. Any job. Was he a drug dealer? She rolled her eyes at her own ignorant thought, hanging up her blouses in the bedroom.
The clock read six when she ate then showered. The smell of Remy still permeated the living room when she finished straightening it. He was a good smell. She liked him so much! He made her laugh. They could say anything to one another. His sex talk was fantastic. She was a little shocked at how fast he could get her to come. She was looking forward to much more of that!
Astrid was ready well before Remy was to arrive. She had not put on the red dress from yesterday, opting for a cute little black one instead. She left her hair down but curled. Remy had always told her how he liked the richness of her hair.
Astrid had drunk four glasses of wine by the time he knocked on the door, once more holding flowers. This time an assortment of spring flowers. He liked the way her light brown eyes lit up each time he gave her something.
She was a bit inebriated but he thought it better she was. He found she acted like the way he saw her.
He liked her tough exterior when in actuality she was very delicate. She had a poor self-image. Why he'd not a clue. She was curvy, with a pretty face that initially made her seem the type to know it. He hated smug bitches like that.
But the first time they had spoken she acted as if she was dog meat next to him. She always avoided eye contact when possible. She had a strong body that was hidden by her curvy waist and big tits. He knew she relied on her physical body to attract men instead of her mind. That was why he kept seeing her.
"You look, hot babe," he pinched her ass as she tried to cram the flowers in a too small vase, "but I thought you were going to wear the red one?"
She smirked over her shoulder at him, "Does it matter?"
He detected the tension immediately after that. He acted as if he hadn't though and politely asked if she was ready to go then didn't wait, going to his car to hold open her door. He always tried to show Astrid respect, but he was thin on patience as usual.
He chatted on the way to to the club, "I saw that movie came out you wanted to see. Maybe Wednesday we can go? You like those weird shitty science fiction flicks when you seem like the type who'd like chick flicks."
She laughed his way, "You like chick flicks."
He shrugged, beaming at her with eyes that promised much more than trivial conversation. She wanted to screw him in his car when he at last parked in a crowded lot of the club.
He seemed surprised as she suddenly and with acrobatic skill slid across the stick shift column to his lap. She laughed at his sudden stiff panic.
"Baby," she patted his cheeks playfully, "Hasn't a girl ever made the first move with you before? You look like a deer in the headlights."
He clenched his jaw. "I've had my fair share. And I'm NOT a deer. I'm a buck."
"Oh," she reached between his legs to feel his hardness, "You are a buck."
With unnecessary force, he pulled her hands up then pushed her back against the steering wheel, "Are you drunk? We came here to have a good time."
"What?" she was surprised by his clipped tone.
He looked at Astrid in a harsh way. She may have been a tad drunk, but his attitude was off. She had only meant to have fun.
"If you want to FUCK," he gripped her left breast very hard, causing her to stiffen, "I can provide that."
She must have looked like the deer now, "Baby, did I do this wrong?"
He yanked her head down by the back of her neck, the other hand still painfully squeezing her tit, "Wrong? You fucking turned me on like a light switch. All I wanted was to show off your cute ass. The guys here like your ass. Don't you know that? Your friend Tom?" he licked his lips, "He told me he always comes here when you do so he can rub his self on you on the dance floor."
The laugh she gave was partly amused, the pressure on his hold not. "Tom? He's a flirt, but I'm not his type! We've known each other for years."
Remy let go of her neck, moving the hand hard against her ass now, shoving her flush against his pelvis. The dress was already up, her thin panties feeling the hardness of him like a pulsing beacon. She was breathing hard now, his squeezing on her boob painfully arousing as he pinched the nipple very, very hard.
"Tom or any other guy doesn't care about types Astrid," he mumbled, thrusting her hips forcefully against him, "Sex is sex. Ass on cock. Tits on a chest. Dancing IS sex."
"Then I've fucked a lot more than I've realized," she joked breathlessly.
He pushed her hips again to him. "Me too. Want to dance or fuck?"
She wanted both. The hard way he spoke made her realize she was just really getting to know Remy. The possessive way he spoke when talking about Tom made her feel happy but also afraid. Remy was so handsome all the women watched him wherever they went. SHE was the jealous one. How could he think any other man could sway her? Astrid was turned on by Remy's every glance. He made her feel like a queen. Didn't he know that?
"Take me to your home?" she softly asked, at the same time applying more pressure to his cock.
He groaned at the sensation, "It's a long way. No."
She pouted. "You always say no! You always avoid my questions. Why?"
He frowned. "I do not. What questions? Come on Astrid, I'm harder than a rock here! Let me take you somewhere, okay? I have the perfect place I've taken no one to."
She liked the sound of that. "All right... but first."
Astrid kissed him slow and gentle. He sighed under her. The sensual way she applied her plump lips was how she wanted to be had. He could feel her telling him as much. He didn't do gentle. She would never know how rough he could be. She could never know.
Never.