Justin and Andi had been dating for about a year. They had originally met on a double date where Andi had been set up with a friend of Justin's while he was dating her college roommate, Jennifer.
Jennifer had never really made the cut from roommate to friend, but after a difficult breakup that had kept Andi irritable and grouchy for months, she was really trying to get relief as much as find Andi Mr. Right. That night the two couples had gone to dinner and out for drinks, during which Andi could not take her eyes off of Justin. She had no interest in her own date. And while she tried to keep her interest hidden out of respect for Jennifer and Justin's relationship, she couldn't lie and say she was upset when she heard several months later that the two had split after Jennifer had moved out on her own.
Justin was 6'4" and had short black wavy hair and gray eyes. That, paired with the square jaw and intimidating, large build made him so attractive to her. Andi had always been shy, quiet, reserved, but her breakup had brought about a change in her that made her frustrated with always being the good girl and left her wondering what things could be like if she wasn't.
Andi was hardly a head-turner. She had long, thick, blonde hair with fair skin, freckles and dark brown eyes. She had a round face, and at a size 18, tended toward clothes that were large and shapeless to hide behind. However, if anyone bothered to look much more closely, they'd notice her shapely curves, muscular legs, and beautiful smile that she kept to herself most of the time.
Her chance came one day about two years later when she ran into Justin at a local pub. A little inebriated, Andi was feeling pretty brave and flirted openly with Justin for the majority of the night. However, when he tried to make a move, Andi's 'good girl' side came out and she shut him down quickly. She did slip him her number, however.
After a few very tame dates with no misbehaving whatsoever, a bad day at work pushed her buttons, and the two found themselves sinking shots early into the morning. After making sure Andi got to her front door ok, Justin turned to leave, used now to being shot down when trying anything.
Frustrated herself, Andi shouted, "damn it, Justin!" He looked at her in surprise. "Why don't you kiss me already?" she shouted.
Walking slowly back to the stoop, Justin answered, "because you've never allowed anything like that."
"Don't you like me at all?" she said angrily.
"Of course I do! Do you really think I'd endure all this good behavior if I didn't? I am a man, after all!" he responded.
Giving him a saucy look and a smirk, she retorted, "so if you want one, take it!"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But you've always stopped me before and said that I should respect you and your boundaries and that you're a good girl," he reminded her.
She sighed. Wobbling and clearly drunk, she said with slurred speech, "damn it Justin, I am so sick of always being the good girl. I always do everything right, I never do anything that I wouldn't want my dad knowing about, I always worry about what everybody thinks of me, and I'm exhausted from doing it. Why can't I do what I want and still be respected?"
While her speech was sincere, he couldn't help noticing her breasts as a button had been undone sometime in all the shots and pool they had partaken in that evening.
He refocused himself on her face and said, "Andi, are you happy doing all of that? Putting up this front all the time? Don't you ever want to do things you wouldn't normally?"
"Of course!" she said loudly. "You don't think I want to be bad sometimes? But I can't. I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but never let myself. The first time I met you on that double date I wanted you."
He couldn't believe it. "Really?" he said. "I'm flattered, but I would've never known. I thought you were so mysterious and attractive. How come you never acted on it?"
"Because it would have been wrong....like pretty much everything else I want to do..." she said with another sigh, hanging her head.
Something about her vulnerability touched him deeply and he had an urge to immediately comfort and protect her. Before he had time to talk himself out of it, he tilted her chin upwards and kissed her gently. Their reaction was mutual and immediate.
The intensity and passion was undeniable and she kissed him like it was her last chance to ever kiss again. He couldn't believe how tightly she held him, and he couldn't believe how the feel of her lips and touch and tongue drew him in with such force. After a minute or two, they both backed away from each other, obviously in shock at what had just happened. He just knew he had crossed the line and she was about to tell him to leave, probably for good.
"I'm so sorry....I....I'm not sure what happened," he stuttered. "Please don't be mad."
She looked at him and he saw her face change from anger to confusion to curiosity to something he couldn't identify. She raised her eyebrow, smirked, put her hands on her hips, and in her drunken spunk she said, "I can't be mad, it wasn't my fault. I was behaving and you did it."
"Oh, so if you aren't the initiator and are just responding to the advances of someone else, you're still the good girl?" he asked. A slow smile spread across his face.
"I'm thinking so," she said.
And that was that. He attacked her with such force he slammed her up against the front door, kissing with such intensity they both got a head rush in the passion of the situation. She was pulling on his 6'4" frame so hard he felt he might fall into her. She was straining to reach him so she could taste every part of his mouth.
Somehow they managed to get the door open and stumbled into the apartment, kissing with groping ravenously. They fell onto the couch, Justin on top, and they slowed down, using their tongues to explore every part of one another's mouth, lips, tongue. Justin could smell the perfume, sweat, and cigarette smoke of the bar on her neck....it was strangely alluring. He began licking and softly kissing her neck and ear, which immediately brought a low moan from Andi's throat as she arched her head back to give him more access. He whispered in her ear, "you're gorgeous and I want to taste every inch of your body". She sighed deeply.
He started to kiss down her collar bone when she started to push back against him.
"Justin, we...I...shouldn't..." she trailed off. Now that he knew her secret, he knew exactly how to handle it. He knew he had the upper hand. He raised up, allowing her to sit up slightly. Looking in her eyes, he say how they betrayed her words. She wanted him. She just didn't want to give in to herself. He knew he had her. With no warning, he slammed her back down onto the couch and got right in her face.
"Look at me," he told her. "You're not in control here. I am. Do you want to disappoint me? Do you want me to think you're a bad girl?"
He could tell from the look on her face that he had gotten to the heart of the matter and had her undivided attention. He leered at her before ripping her shirt open, ripping a couple of buttons loose.
"You are so sexy drunk," he said, laughing. She glared at him. Before he even thought twice, he had his hand wrapped around her neck and clearly scared her. He was surprised at how aggressive he could be. He'd never really been like this before.
"I will wipe that glare right off your face," he told her.
Her face fell. "I'm sorry," she said.
He touched the side of her face gently.
"It's ok baby, but you will make it up to me, won't you?"
She hesitantly nodded, eager to please. He stood up, bringing her to her feet as well. He moved her in front of the ottoman and sat back down on the couch. Looking up at her, he brushed her hair behind her shoulders and gently pulled her shirt off of her shoulders. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest and he pulled them back down to her sides. She closed her eyes, obviously embarrassed by his close scrutiny.
He pulled her closer to him, releasing the front clasp of her lilac lace bra, releasing her heavy breasts. He sat back and stared at her for a moment. While he thought she was pretty and too hard on herself, he had no idea how beautiful her breasts and nipples were. They were perfect, in his opinion. Heavy yet they didn't sag, soft but not too soft. Their pale, pale skin made them look even tastier. He wasn't a fan of the bleached-blonde, fake-tan movement.
With a smile, he slipped the straps off of her shoulders and pulled her bra off. He then traced his fingertips ever so slowly down her chest, between her breasts, to her belly button. She shivered. He admired the round shape of her stomach, smooth skin, inviting him to hold her. He unsnapped and unzipped her cargo pants, pushing them off of her generous hips down to her knees. He grinned smugly as he noticed the panties were a size or two too small, which made them even more alluring stretched across her curvy hips. He turned her around, facing the ottoman.
"Bend over and take off your shoes, pants, and panties," he said.
"But you're right behind...." she started the sentence but didn't get to finish except to gasp as he drew his arm back and slapped her hard on the ass.
Then she started to turn around, but before she had a chance, he was on his feet with a handful of her hair. "I am going to sit back down and you are going to do as I said or I will hurt you. Girls that don't do as they're told get punishment and you don't want to know what that is from me."
He sat back down on the couch. Sniffling, she bent at the waist, bring her shapely ass within inches of his reach. He watched, cock stiffening in his pants as he watched her kick off her shoes, step out of her pants, and reveal her bare ass to him. She was clearly uncomfortable, as she stood there shivering, trying to hide herself.
He slowly and painstakingly ran his hands over every inch of her, only increasing her nervousness and apprehension but enjoying the softness of her skin and this feeling of being completely in control of her. Oddly, though he knew he was objectifying her in his actions, it didn't feel that simplistic.
"Lie down on the ottoman, face down," he told her. He could see her mentally fighting with herself, but deciding not to struggle. She complied with his instructions. Straddling her waist, he spent the next half hour kissing, stroking, and nibbling on every inch of her back, from her shoulders to her waist, her ass to her ankles. He then had her turn over on her back and repeated this action from head to toe. Finally he decided it was time. He stood over her face, removing his clothing, after instructing her to watch him undress. When he pulled his boxers off and his cock sprang free, he saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp.
"Like that, huh? You want to taste, don't you baby?" he asked.
"No...no...no. I've never done that before, that's wrong," she whimpered.
"Do you think you're better than everyone because you've never sucked a cock?" he said. Clearly, she did. Clearly, she thought this made her 'good'.
"Well, that is pure selfishness. You're here to please me and nothing more. That's what a good girl should do," he told her.
He couldn't believe how much this conversation was turning him on. He felt more powerful than he ever had before. This girl, she was his. She had no choice. He could have anything he wanted. In fact, he was helping her. He told her to start tasting and sucking his cock. Slowly, hesitantly but obediently, she started to lick the head of his cock. After a minute he instructed her to put it in her mouth a little at a time. Her mouth was warm, wet, and so inviting. Her sweet round face looked so cherubic and innocent even in this x-rated act.
Wanting more, he told her to take him in deeper. She did so for just a moment, with little enthusiasm. He told her once more, and she shook her head no. He knew what he needed to do. Grabbing a handful of her thick hair, he pushed into her face, forcing her to take him deeper. She panicked and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for her to go.
