Desire without Rules {short stories}

Chapter1

Jada Bennett’s POV

For someone as smart as Melissa McCall to come up with a stupid suggestion just proves what I'd always suspected. Smart people weren't great thinkers.

Her idea was heavily flawed, and I had told her to take it and shove it up her ass where it mattered.

She had come to me after class with the proposition of joining forces to seduce the new crazy hot substitute lecturer.

I wanted him, for sure, and I was going to get him ON MY OWN! Melissa could choke on a sharpie or whatever blunt instrument smart boring nerds like her used to get off.

I entered my room slamming the door in her face. It was very satisfying. More than I cared to admit.

My roomies were out again probably f*****g men. I envied them. I didn't have many guys I could turn to for casual s*x anymore. I had been forced to cut off most of them when their excessive attention started becoming creepy. Only Jeff had managed to keep from stepping out of line.

Exhaustion swept my body. Every joint ached mostly the ones below my hips.

Stripping, I wobble into the shower and allow the water to run through my body

I cup both breasts with soapy hands and lather them until they are covered by a thick layer of bubbles. I've almost forgotten how soft these bad boys feel…

The water cooled me which was just what I needed at the moment. It washed most of the soap away. I looked down at my firm perky rounded t**s with admiration. Yep… I'd definitely f**k myself if I was a guy.

My fingers played around my n*****s pinching both of them gently. Their response was getting hard as bolts. They were thick, brown, and pointy.

Damn, I noticed I was wet and it wasn't just the shower. My p***y…

I sat on the cold ground spreading my legs. My c******s throbbed with lustful intent. It was something I had no control over. My body wanted to be pleased.

Rolling my finger on my c******s produced a wet squishy sound. The sound was like music to my ears.

I'd read somewhere that stimulating the v****a with two fingers fondling the upper inner walls would hit the g-spot but I hadn't tried it yet.

What was the harm?

I took a deep breath as I pushed my index and middle finger into my wet p***y.

Mild explosive sensations hit me as my fingers slid in facing upward. It was different all right.

I moved my finger back and forth. It was a dangerous mistake. My breath caught in my throat.

Arrrrgh! Holy molly!

I reeled over on my side trembling from the pleasure that racked my body. My fingers kept on moving. Stop… stop… stop it!

But I couldn't. I couldn't stop. Not yet. It felt too good. Too fuckin' good.

My body trembled and jerked. It stiffened then trembled once again. I thought I was going to die from the impact of the pressure in my p***y. I would be ripped apart by the sensation. It was too much.

The first orgasmic sensation gave way to the next. I wasn't on the cold bathroom floor anymore. I was on a cloud floating off into a f*****g paradise.

Oh s**t!

"s**t! Shit." I screamed as more orgasmic spasms flowed through my body.

***

The rubber-soled shoes I wore were soundless as I walked to the front door. I adjusted the cap and the badge on the uniform. The uniform was a bit oversized. Thinking I would find a perfect fit in the shop was impossible.

I felt a fake sense of power with the fake gun strapped around my waist holster. Jeff and I have only tried roleplaying twice and both times have been phenomenal.

I used my spare key to unlock the door. It was for this exact purpose that I had a spare key to his apartment.

The darkness in the room worked against me. I still didn't know my way around his place. I only came for the s*x and was gone immediately after I got it except for the last time when I slept over.

I tried to make out shapes and objects. It was only after a while that I could make out the outline of a door on the far side of the living room.

My eyes had gotten accustomed to the dark room. I moved cautiously trying not to make any sound. It would ruin the whole thing if he knew I was coming before I got there.

I opened the door and walked into his bedroom making sure to close it soundlessly. The room was empty.

The sound of a shower running in the other door made me aware of his location. He was having a bath. Perfect!

Getting clean for me…

I sat on the bed. In the purse I had carried with me was a special pair of shorts that would complete the costume. It showed my ass through the round cut-out on both cheeks. If I had worn it from my room then I would have been arrested by the real police along the way.

Changing into the shorts without causing too much ruckus was easy. I folded the trouser back into the purse.

I made myself comfortable on the bed as I waited for Jeff to come out. I could almost imagine his initial reaction when he walks out to see me in the costume with a gun pointed at him.

My n*****s hardened in anticipation. I realized just how much I'd missed his d**k even without knowing. Now I was going to get the complete satisfaction I needed with Jeff smashing me. Of course, it was the only way he was getting off from spending the night in jail.

I thought about different catchphrases that I could use when he walked into the room. Hands up towel down, buster!

Not so fast punk… Now show me that weapon you're concealing.

Don't think you can f**k with the law and get away with it! Or can you?

Freeze! Show me what you got under that towel…

The shower stopped running. I edged off the bed silently and moved to my position by the door. It's showtime!

The gun felt almost real in the hand but I imagined a real gun would feel like cold steel rather than rubber.

The door opened.

"Freeze."

A naked redhead b***h walked into my sight. She froze with a look of horror seeing me with the gun. She looked like she was about to scream.

Jeff walked out behind her with his perfect d**k half erect. There was a look of confusion on his face.

"Jada?" He gasped. "What are you doing here?"

I bit my lower lip. Jeff and his b***h were lucky the gun wasn't real after all.