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two . Roughness
0 reviewsLife is a game where the rules are made to be broken. A college student discovers that when she forms a band with a few friends. [Rating is subject to change] [f/f]
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/Chapter One // Continuation/
We started out playing a lot of local shows, and even went down to the lowest depths of being a beginner band: we opened for fairly unpopular local groups. In any case, if we actually wanted this project to be a success, we definitely couldn't focus completely on the latter. Despite how little-known we were, there were some boys our age and even younger and older who seemed obsessed with the concept of becoming groupies. We were hot and we knew it, but we didn't want to end up catching any diseases or having any one-night stands. At least not yet. So we trained ourselves to politely reject anyone who offered themselves to us - and to impolitely reject us, if they remained insistent. Since we weren't gaining any popularity, and we were preventing ourselves from gaining sexual reputations, the flood of guys soon slowed down to a few guys every show or two rather than a screaming crowd of them. It was a small town and word traveled fast, and for once, I was thanking God for that.
I wrote most of our lyrics, which meant that it took a lot of R&R - which in my case means 'Rethinking and Revising,' but the typical rest and relaxation bit also applied. I only wrote lyrics when I was inspired to, and was only capable of writing them when I was calm. Unless, of course, I was writing them out of anger, in which case the situation would be just the opposite. Lauren and Ally did their part well when it came to helping me write the music, since I wasn't anywhere near as good with it as I was with words. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed to be lounging around and usually letting us do most of the work. Well, I wasn't going to stand for that. I wasn't going to let my band's structure get any worse because she was being too much of a lazy ass to actually do anything. So, one day, I confronted her.
"Kyle," I said tensely, walking into her dorm room and interrupting her as she read a book on her ugly green couch. God, that was the stupidest name I had ever heard, at least for a girl. Her parents were probably freaks. She had a name that was primarily used for guys. Does that tell you anything?
"What?" she snapped. Jesus Christ. She wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine today, was she?
"You're not helping the band."
"Pardon me? You think you can just barge into my room and start telling me what areas you think I could improve in?"
"I never said something like that. What I meant is that all you do every goddamned day is sit around and say crap like 'I don't want to play those note; can't you change this; change that, it's stupid.' And yet, aside from complaining about everything that doesn't follow your little pre-made plan, you never do anything!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" She stood up, fists clenched, and moved closer to me. Without thinking, I quickly made a fist and swung at her, narrowly missing her face and instead grazing the side of her head. Even angrier now, she shoved me into the wall and punched me in the stomach with what felt like the force of a freight train. I crumpled to the ground, and she crouched down before me. "Now," she said, breathing heavily, "You're going to spread your legs and I am going to eat you out."
"Why the fucking hell would I want something like that?" I asked, my fist connecting with her shoulder this time, although it wasn't very effective, "We were just fighting. You honestly think I would ever fuck you, let alone right after a freaking catfight?"
"No. I don't think you would. And that's why I'm going to take control of you." Before I could stop her, she ripped my belt away and slid my jeans down, and then her hand was creeping into my panties. Then she had me pinned to the ground, and she tied my wrists with her own belt.
"I'll kick you out of the fucking band and make your life hell on earth," I growled threateningly.
"Whatever. Obviously, you don't have the nerve to do something like that." She slid her pants down and made her way into my lap, grinding her pussy against mine. The feeling of our lips rubbing together sent a wakeup call through my entire body, a realization that this was really going to happen. But I wasn't going to let her be the boss here. I tore my hands out of the belt. The stupid bitch hadn't done it up properly.
"Where do you keep the fucking dildos?" I growled, "Answer me. Now." I pulled harshly on her breasts, and she groaned in pain.
"There's a new one...never been used...under my bed," she managed to gasp. I walked into her bedroom and discovered that she had spoken the truth. I took the thick pink toy out of its case and walked back to the entrance room, making sure the door was locked. I flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. I strapped the dildo on. I could practically see her legs shaking, and I knew that she was wet. In any case, I added lubricant to the tip of the dildo, just in case it was necessary.
"Are you ready, bitch?" I muttered darkly. I didn't wait for a response; I shoved the dildo into her pussy, moving lightly at first, and then moving much farther into her with one particularly sharp, powerful thrust. She whimpered, and I merely smirked. Making a quick decision, I pulled out and laid down on my back, and she positioned herself right over the dildo, facing me. "Hurry up and ride it, cunt," I said threateningly. So she brought herself down on it, body shuddering as she did so, and jerked her hips suddenly. I cried out. She lifted her hips almost all the way up and then came crashing back down. I moaned again as she came crashing down, feeling the pressure nearly crushing my pelvic area. She repeated the process over and over again, and I felt myself coming close. "I'll fucking wring your neck if you don't keep that up," I said,
Fuck it. She wasn't going fast enough. Thank god I have strong arms. I grabbed her thighs, lifted her up slightly, and brought her back down with incredible force. She shouted my name and flung her head back, attempting to wrap her legs around my waist. I guided her like that for a while, and I felt her legs quivering as she neared her climax. Mine was the first to arrive, and I suddenly dropped her down onto the dildo harder than ever as pleasure shot through my entire body, and I felt the usual hotness and wetness between my legs. "Fucking hell, Kyle!" I shouted, bucking my hips wildly, "You are fucking amazing!"
She was obviously the next to come, throwing her head back once again and moaning, "Oh, God, yes, that's it...don't fucking stop..." Her eyes fluttered shut, and she dismounted. I removed the strap-on and threw it carelessly, back turned to her. She left the room and came back, and I felt a stab of sharp pain as a whip cracked across my back. Overcome by rage, I turned around and threw her. She landed in a crumbled heap on the floor, and I took the whip from her forcefully, smacking her back with it as I rubbed my cunt roughly against hers. When I had had my way with her, I attempted to put my clothes on, but she would have none of that. She pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the gut. "You will not forget this, whore," she snarled, "I'll make sure you don't. And if you even try to fucking control me ever again, I'll have to fuck you again and inflict ten times as much pain." Then she grabbed her clothes and walked away.
I put my jeans and shirt on with shaking hands and stumbled out the door.
We started out playing a lot of local shows, and even went down to the lowest depths of being a beginner band: we opened for fairly unpopular local groups. In any case, if we actually wanted this project to be a success, we definitely couldn't focus completely on the latter. Despite how little-known we were, there were some boys our age and even younger and older who seemed obsessed with the concept of becoming groupies. We were hot and we knew it, but we didn't want to end up catching any diseases or having any one-night stands. At least not yet. So we trained ourselves to politely reject anyone who offered themselves to us - and to impolitely reject us, if they remained insistent. Since we weren't gaining any popularity, and we were preventing ourselves from gaining sexual reputations, the flood of guys soon slowed down to a few guys every show or two rather than a screaming crowd of them. It was a small town and word traveled fast, and for once, I was thanking God for that.
I wrote most of our lyrics, which meant that it took a lot of R&R - which in my case means 'Rethinking and Revising,' but the typical rest and relaxation bit also applied. I only wrote lyrics when I was inspired to, and was only capable of writing them when I was calm. Unless, of course, I was writing them out of anger, in which case the situation would be just the opposite. Lauren and Ally did their part well when it came to helping me write the music, since I wasn't anywhere near as good with it as I was with words. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed to be lounging around and usually letting us do most of the work. Well, I wasn't going to stand for that. I wasn't going to let my band's structure get any worse because she was being too much of a lazy ass to actually do anything. So, one day, I confronted her.
"Kyle," I said tensely, walking into her dorm room and interrupting her as she read a book on her ugly green couch. God, that was the stupidest name I had ever heard, at least for a girl. Her parents were probably freaks. She had a name that was primarily used for guys. Does that tell you anything?
"What?" she snapped. Jesus Christ. She wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine today, was she?
"You're not helping the band."
"Pardon me? You think you can just barge into my room and start telling me what areas you think I could improve in?"
"I never said something like that. What I meant is that all you do every goddamned day is sit around and say crap like 'I don't want to play those note; can't you change this; change that, it's stupid.' And yet, aside from complaining about everything that doesn't follow your little pre-made plan, you never do anything!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" She stood up, fists clenched, and moved closer to me. Without thinking, I quickly made a fist and swung at her, narrowly missing her face and instead grazing the side of her head. Even angrier now, she shoved me into the wall and punched me in the stomach with what felt like the force of a freight train. I crumpled to the ground, and she crouched down before me. "Now," she said, breathing heavily, "You're going to spread your legs and I am going to eat you out."
"Why the fucking hell would I want something like that?" I asked, my fist connecting with her shoulder this time, although it wasn't very effective, "We were just fighting. You honestly think I would ever fuck you, let alone right after a freaking catfight?"
"No. I don't think you would. And that's why I'm going to take control of you." Before I could stop her, she ripped my belt away and slid my jeans down, and then her hand was creeping into my panties. Then she had me pinned to the ground, and she tied my wrists with her own belt.
"I'll kick you out of the fucking band and make your life hell on earth," I growled threateningly.
"Whatever. Obviously, you don't have the nerve to do something like that." She slid her pants down and made her way into my lap, grinding her pussy against mine. The feeling of our lips rubbing together sent a wakeup call through my entire body, a realization that this was really going to happen. But I wasn't going to let her be the boss here. I tore my hands out of the belt. The stupid bitch hadn't done it up properly.
"Where do you keep the fucking dildos?" I growled, "Answer me. Now." I pulled harshly on her breasts, and she groaned in pain.
"There's a new one...never been used...under my bed," she managed to gasp. I walked into her bedroom and discovered that she had spoken the truth. I took the thick pink toy out of its case and walked back to the entrance room, making sure the door was locked. I flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. I strapped the dildo on. I could practically see her legs shaking, and I knew that she was wet. In any case, I added lubricant to the tip of the dildo, just in case it was necessary.
"Are you ready, bitch?" I muttered darkly. I didn't wait for a response; I shoved the dildo into her pussy, moving lightly at first, and then moving much farther into her with one particularly sharp, powerful thrust. She whimpered, and I merely smirked. Making a quick decision, I pulled out and laid down on my back, and she positioned herself right over the dildo, facing me. "Hurry up and ride it, cunt," I said threateningly. So she brought herself down on it, body shuddering as she did so, and jerked her hips suddenly. I cried out. She lifted her hips almost all the way up and then came crashing back down. I moaned again as she came crashing down, feeling the pressure nearly crushing my pelvic area. She repeated the process over and over again, and I felt myself coming close. "I'll fucking wring your neck if you don't keep that up," I said,
Fuck it. She wasn't going fast enough. Thank god I have strong arms. I grabbed her thighs, lifted her up slightly, and brought her back down with incredible force. She shouted my name and flung her head back, attempting to wrap her legs around my waist. I guided her like that for a while, and I felt her legs quivering as she neared her climax. Mine was the first to arrive, and I suddenly dropped her down onto the dildo harder than ever as pleasure shot through my entire body, and I felt the usual hotness and wetness between my legs. "Fucking hell, Kyle!" I shouted, bucking my hips wildly, "You are fucking amazing!"
She was obviously the next to come, throwing her head back once again and moaning, "Oh, God, yes, that's it...don't fucking stop..." Her eyes fluttered shut, and she dismounted. I removed the strap-on and threw it carelessly, back turned to her. She left the room and came back, and I felt a stab of sharp pain as a whip cracked across my back. Overcome by rage, I turned around and threw her. She landed in a crumbled heap on the floor, and I took the whip from her forcefully, smacking her back with it as I rubbed my cunt roughly against hers. When I had had my way with her, I attempted to put my clothes on, but she would have none of that. She pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the gut. "You will not forget this, whore," she snarled, "I'll make sure you don't. And if you even try to fucking control me ever again, I'll have to fuck you again and inflict ten times as much pain." Then she grabbed her clothes and walked away.
I put my jeans and shirt on with shaking hands and stumbled out the door.
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