Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) (2 page)

"We should go out this weekend," he said. "Or sometime. Dinner, a club, whatever. You would know where to go, right? I feel like celebrating, you know, this. Us. How well it's going for us."

She smiled. "I like that. Yeah, we definitely should. Oh, not tomorrow night though. I'm seeing Bryce."

"Bryce?"

"The guy I told you about? The casual boyfriend?"

"Oh, right," he said. "That's cool. I think Greg is going to see some bands play with his buddies tomorrow. I'll catch up with them."

Chapter Three:
Brother's In Town

The date with Bryce was typical. They went to a restaurant and had a drink in the lounge, then took a table. As always, Bryce ate steak and drank whiskey. He talked about his work in corporate governance, they talked about city politics, city events, city celebrities, and so on. They were two New Yorkers on a date. They had little in common except for the city they lived in, but in New York, that was enough. New York provided a lot of conversation material.

After dinner they went to a bar and had another drink. They talked and people watched, and then got a cab back to Keryn's apartment.

Their relationship was fairly simple. They each got what they wanted from it, and they didn't like each other enough to progress any further. Love was never mentioned. But they both wanted nice meals out, pleasant company over drinks, and they both wanted to have sex every few weeks without serious strings attached. And they were compatible enough in bed.

They got into her apartment. It was dark. There was no sign of C.J. "My brother's in town," she told Bryce, "but he's out seeing some bands. He should be back late."

"No problem," he replied. "But just to be sure, we'll skip the sixty-nine on the breakfast bar."

"Right," she laughed politely at his bad joke and led him into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and turned on the small desk lamp for a little illumination. Then she began to undress.

Keryn was a beautiful woman, with a proud, intelligent face, and a graceful, elegant body. She shrugged the straps of her black cocktail dress off her shoulders and slid the garment down, over her full breasts, down her smooth belly, and past her hips. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped toward Bryce in only her black bra and matching thong.

Bryce was not a big man. He was just below average height, and although he was thin, his eating habits and lifestyle choices were beginning to give him a small gut, which stood out on his little frame. He took off his glasses and set them on her desk, pulled off his tie, and stepped to meet her in a kissing embrace.

His hands ran up and down her flawless back, stroking her body before honing in on the hooks holding her bra on. He fumbled and then opened them, and she let the article slip to the floor. Meanwhile, she worked her way down the buttons on the front of his shirt, pushing it back off of him. Then he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and guided her to the bed.

As well as not being a big man, Bryce was not confident or aggressive. In his developmental years he had always been easily intimidated, and had always been especially afraid of beautiful women. From this fear grew his fetish for domination, and after they'd been sleeping together for a while, he gently suggested that they try a little role playing while they made love.

Keryn, a fearless, feisty, aggressive woman in most situations, played along with him. She trusted Bryce, and wasn't afraid of him in the slightest, so being submissive to him was easy and fun. Plus, he fucked her until she came anyway, and since there was no danger of being locked into a long term relationship, she played along willingly enough.

Bryce's big thing was dirty talk. He was the kid in high school who couldn't talk to the pretty girls, and so for some reason he decided they were sluts if they ever went out with any guy who actually had the balls to ask them out. He released these repressed feelings with Keryn by telling her how much of a slut she was, and constantly reminding her how much she loved cock. There was never any mention of this until the bedroom door was closed, but after that, it was pretty constant.

He got on top her on the bed and began kissing down her neck, working his way to her breasts. As he moved, he began to talk. "God, you're so hot. All the boys love you, don't they? All the boys love these beautiful big tits." He squeezed her breasts, kissing and sucking the nipple of one and then the other. "You love to have your tits sucked, don't you? Yeah, you love it."

Keryn removed her thong and Bryce got down between her legs, and as he went down on her, he carried on his monologue of rhetorical questions. "What a beautiful fucking pussy. Every guy in your class licked this pussy, didn't they? Yeah, you know how to make the boys like you, don't you? If you want a boy to like you, you just let him lick you pussy and then you'd suck his cock, wouldn't you? Because you love cock, don't you? You have to have it all the time..."

By this time he'd worked his way out of his pants and underwear, and he moved up to bring his cock up to Keryn's face. "I know what you need," he said, breathing hard. "You need a cock in your mouth right now."

She took his penis in hand and took the head between her lips, slowly sucking the bell inside her mouth. The slut and cock and pussy talk didn't offend her. It was almost comedic, and she knew why Bryce liked it, so she went along with it. Although in any other situation it would have made her explode in indignation, with Bryce it was just silly and sexy. And he hadn't crossed any lines yet. Until he did, she would play along with his little game.

"Oh, suck that cock, you fucking slut," he gasped. "Oh, you're the best cock-sucker in town. You've sucked thousands of cocks, haven't you? You have to suck a lot of cocks to get that good at it. But you want that cock in your pussy now, don't you? You need to get your pussy fucked by cocks every day and every night, right? I'd better let you have this cock right now."

He slid down on top of her and mounted, working his way in. The physical reactions played out by themselves, and his hard pumping began to get her going. She was wet and his rhythm was getting her hot, but at the same time, it was a little dull. The same routine of positions, and the same sophomoric dick and pussy talk. She suddenly wished she'd gone to see some stupid bands play with C.J. instead.

Bryce was carrying on with his routine, explaining how she'd fucked every boy in her school and how she liked to get fucked by big gangs of men at the same time, starting from when she was in high school. She had no idea how he'd been so traumatized by high school that he had to bring it up two hundred times every time he had sex.

"Tell me," he said, as he rode on top of her, "how did you get to be such a slut? I just don't understand. How can you be such a slut?"

"Get off it," she said.

"What?"

"I said get off it," she repeated. "That's enough. Knock it off."

"That mouth is for sucking cock, you bitch."

"That's it, get off!" she said, and she pushed at his face, trying to force him off of her.

"What the-- you fucking slut!" To both of their surprise, Bryce raised his hand and slapped her across the cheek.

What happened next was a bit blurry in the darkened room, but the bedroom door was suddenly kicked open, and C.J. stormed in, yelling like a bull ape, rushing the bed with a flurry of punches. He grabbed Bryce by the head and yanked him backwards, then wrestled him into a headlock and dragged him out of the bedroom, across the living room, and out the door of the apartment into the hallway. Bryce, who was naked, tried to rush back inside, but C.J. punched him squarely in the forehead, sending the smaller man flying into the wall across from the door.

C.J. slammed the door, and then went into Keryn's bedroom and retrieved Bryce's things, grabbing them up in an armload and then throwing them out into the hallway.

The last thing they heard out of Bryce was a shout: "Who was that guy?"

C.J. returned to Keryn's bedroom door. She was still on her bed, but she'd pulled the sheet up to cover her naked body. She looked at him as he stood at the door. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"What the fuck was that?" she said.

"What the-- what?"

"Were you standing at the fucking door? Were you listening? How did you get in here so fast?"

"I-- I just got back. I just got in, and the first thing I heard sounded like commotion. Then I heard you shout, and a slap. I guess I kind of snapped."

"I guess you kind of did," she said. "Look, I appreciate that you think you were trying to help, but that was a massive overstep of boundaries. I can take care of myself, and I already told you that you'll respect the privacy of this bedroom."

He looked down at the floor. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was trying to do the right thing, but I'm sorry for interfering. If I can just say this one thing though. I heard some of the stuff he was saying when I came in, and I'm glad I threw him out of here. You shouldn't have anyone in your life talk to you like that. Sorry."

He closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the dark.

Keryn sat, wondering what to make of it all. If nothing else, she was now done with Bryce, and the whole incident had saved her the trouble of having to break up with him. And the slap hadn't hurt much. It was the fact of the slap that hurt more than anything.

And how had C.J. come in so fast? She didn't buy it that he had just walked in the apartment. He arrived a split second after Bryce hit her. He must have been at the door. Could he have been listening? Could part of his rage at Bryce been motivated by jealousy?

It was hard for her to get to sleep. She eventually slipped on her pajamas and slipped out into the kitchen for a drink. She could see C.J. He was on the couch with the blanket pulled up. He was wide awake. He looked over at her.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's taking a while for the adrenaline to get out of my system."

Keryn smiled. She walked over to the couch and knelt down. She kissed him on the cheek, and smoothed his hair with her fingertips. "I didn't say thank you. So, thank you."

He smiled, and Keryn got up and got her water from the kitchen. She managed to get to sleep, and when she woke up in the morning, she peaked out of her bedroom door. C.J. was still asleep on the couch, facing out into the room. She made her green tea, picked out her yoga DVD, and then pulled on the tight little yoga shorts that rode up her ass. She looked in the mirror again. They were so tight they were like blue skin on her bottom.

Who cares if he sees? she thought to herself. Who cares if he looks? She went into the living room and inserted the disc, spread out the mat, and even though she could feel his eyes on her, she faced the TV and stood with her legs shoulder-width apart and began to stretch.

Partway through the routine she was bending over, twisting herself half around, and basically jamming her ass toward him. She looked down under her armpit so she could see him. His eyes were open. He was watching her.

"Good morning," she said brightly.

"Good morning," he answered with a shy smile.

Chapter Four:
No Big Deal

Keryn was in a ball room. It was huge and dark, and was decorated for some kind of event, but nothing was happening. Nobody was around.

She was dressed in a long gown, a shimmering red dress that felt like a soft, smooth second skin as she walked through the empty space. It was cold in there. Very cold. She could see her breath in puffs of steam. Her nipples stood out through the material of her gown. She held her bare arms and walked slowly, wondering why she was here.

"Hey there."

Keryn turned. There was C.J., her brother whom she hadn't seen since they were middle school brats. He was all grown up now, tall and strong, calm and mature. His mop of hair was still unruly, but he was dressed neatly in a tuxedo to match her gown. He was approaching out of the darkness.

She was glad to see him. She was so cold, and she was glad when he took her in his arms, hugging her tight against him. He smiled down at her. "You're cold," he said. He brushed the back of his fingers against her protruding nipple, giving her nervous shivers. "Your nipples are hard."

"Yeah," she said, hugging tight against him to hide her breasts. "Why are we here?" she asked. "What's happening? Where is everyone?"

"It's just us," he said. "We're all alone."

She looked at him and smiled. "I guess we can do whatever we want then."

He nodded and put his mouth to hers. They kissed and started to slowly dance. She could hear no music, but they danced slowly in place, their lips working together, their bodies pressed together.

The alarm in Keryn's phone sounded, a persistent beeping noise, bringing her out of her strange dream. What a night. What a sleep. What the hell was that? That was fucked up, that's what it was.

She struggled out of bed and out her bedroom door, heading straight to the bathroom. Keryn pushed the door open, and there was C.J., standing in front of the sink completely naked, peering intently into the mirror with a disposable razor in his hand, his face half-covered in shaving cream.

Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his cock. She had a quarter of a second to stare at it, then she came to her senses and backed out of the bathroom with a gasp.

"Holy shit, Keryn!" C.J. cried, pushing the door shut and clicking the lock.

"Sorry!" she shouted, backing into her bedroom and closing the door. What the hell? She crawled straight back into bed and covered herself with her blankets, trying to shut out the light, shut out the whole world. There couldn't be worse timing to see his dick, after a dream like that. Kissing him in an empty ballroom? What for? Oh, why did she have to see her brother's cock?

It was Monday morning. She had to get up and start her morning process, do her yoga, get her mind clear for the work day. How was she going to get her mind clear now?

The weekend had been strange, and kind of sweet at the same time. After the fight on Friday night, with C.J. coming in and throwing her part-time boyfriend out of the apartment, they had spent both Saturday and Sunday together. She took him around Chelsea and showing him a little of Midtown Manhattan. They'd gotten to know each other a little as adults. It was wonderful, really. It was the first time in a very long time that she felt like she could just openly connect with someone, without worrying about what they wanted from her. Maybe New York was starting to harden her a bit, but with C.J. she felt completely comfortable opening up.

She couldn't just sit in her bedroom, but she felt tangled in knots. "I'm done!" C.J. called through the door. Great. She crawled out from under the blankets and emerged from her bedroom. C.J. was in the living room. He was dressed, and was slipping his belt through his belt loops.

"Sorry," she said meekly. "I didn't know you were getting up early this morning."

"No, I'm sorry," he said. "I should have locked the door. I didn't mention, but I'm going with Greg this morning. He's presenting some material that we worked on this past week, and he invited me to come along."

"Oh, that's cool," she said. "Will you find out if you've got a regular job?"

"I'm not sure," he said. He hadn't brought much in the way of clothes, but he was wearing his nicer pair of pants and his nicer shirt, a red-brown plaid button-up. "I don't know if this will become full-time freelance, or a staff position, or what," he said. "I'm flying by the seat of my pants here."

"Oh. Well, I hope it goes well for you."

"Thanks."

Keryn went into the bathroom and performed her morning duties. Then she came out, made her usual green tea and chose a yoga DVD. The last two mornings she'd performed her morning exercises in front of him while he was lying on the coach watching. She'd worn her tight little yoga short and sports bra, giving him a bizarrely intimate view of her body, but after the dream, and after seeing him in the bathroom, it seemed weird again. She went into her room and changed into sweats and a loose t-shirt.

When she came out to the living room, C.J. was just putting on his shoes to go. "Wow, it is an early morning for you," she said.

"Yeah, Greg and I are meeting for breakfast before the meeting. I guess I should have told you about all this."

"It's fine," she said. "I'm glad things are moving for you."

He shrugged. "We'll see."

Keryn approached and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck," she said.

He smiled. "Thanks. See you tonight?"

She nodded, and he was out the door. Keryn looked around. Suddenly doing the DVD seemed a little pointless. Strangely, she missed the idea of having him for an audience, even though she had twice already had the strange feeling that he was not only watching her bend and stretch, but that he might also be touching himself while he watched. His face seemed red after she finished, even when he was pretending to sleep. It was all getting weird.

Keryn sipped her tea and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that she'd picked up the week before. Stepping out onto the balcony, she lit up and smoked one, pondering her situation. There were layers of strangeness to the scene, but she couldn't quite sum things up. She could point to no wrong-doing on either of their part. The dream was odd, but a dream is just a dream. And she didn't want to upset the apple cart. Weird or not, she liked having C.J. here. She really liked it.

But the question was, did she like it too much?

The question preoccupied her all day at work, and she finally satisfied herself by coming to the conclusion that she was becoming socially isolated in New York. It could be a scary, intimidating place, even for a woman with a strong personality like her. And although she had a lot of friends, she didn't have many people she was close to on a personal level. Even Bryce, who she'd been seeing on weekends and sleeping with for months, didn't really connect to her very deeply. But C.J. had walked right into her life as though he belonged there. And he did belong. He was family.

Why was she dreaming about him touching her nipples?

Because she was lonely, she decided. That was all. She was lonely and he was suddenly there, and her dream had some wires crossed up and it was no big deal. All the same, she smoked three more cigarettes that day, which was a one-day personal record for her.

She waited for him to get home that night. They didn't have any schedule, but she cooked a nice dinner and had it on the table at eight o'clock. At nine she stopped waiting and finally ate. Why couldn't she just call his cell and ask him what time he was getting back? Because she didn't want to intrude. Because she didn't want him to think she had nothing to do but sit and wait for him.

At ten o'clock he arrived. Keryn was on the couch with a glass of wine, watching a movie. C.J. had a huge smile on his face.

"Hey," he said. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good," she said, sitting up. She was in her pajamas, wrapped up in her long white robe. "You look pretty happy. I guess everything went well today?"

"So-so," he said, slipping off his shoes. He went into the kitchen. He'd picked up a six-pack of discount brand beer at the corner store on the weekend, and he brought out a bottle. "The meeting in the morning didn't amount to much. There's going to be some recording and publishing, but it will be down the road. It doesn't look like there's going to be much money up front from that. But I got a gig with a bar band."

"Really?"

He took a gulp and nodded. "Yeah, one of the groups at the rehearsal facility where Greg works. They need a substitute for this weekend. I played with them for a few hours tonight, and they're going to let me fill in for them. It will be three nights, and I'm going to get some cash for it, so that's nice."

"You're playing with them this weekend?" she asked. "That's not much notice. How are you going to learn all their songs?"

C.J. waved a hand. "Ah, it's all just classic rock covers. Tom Petty and stuff like that. I know most of the songs they play already, and I have all week to learn the others. I'm going to practice with them again tomorrow and Thursday, and then we play Friday, Saturday and Sunday night."

"That's great," Keryn said. "You're really networking." She shrugged. "I guess I'm not going to see you much this week."

"Oh," he said, "yeah, I guess not. I'll be busy at night, except Wednesday, I guess. And you should come see me play this weekend. Bring some friends. It should be fun."

She nodded. "Sure. Cool."

He got up. "I've been going all day. I really need a shower."

"Okay," she said. "I think I might go to bed. There's some chicken and stuff in the fridge."

"Thanks," he said, smiling at her. "You've really taken care of me. Listen, I'll make dinner for you on Wednesday. It'll be nice."

She nodded and smiled, and he disappeared into the bathroom.

A minute later she could hear the shower running. Keryn downed what was left of her wine and washed the glass. She should go to bed, she thought. But she had to brush her teeth. She approached the bathroom door and stood for a long moment with her hand hovering over the handle, before she finally gripped it firmly and slowly turned, testing it. Again, he hadn't locked it.

Keryn opened it only a crack and put her face to the opening. "C.J.? I'm just going to come in and brush my teeth, okay?"

"Sure," he replied, and she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her shower curtain was semi-opaque white vinyl. She could see the shadow of his form, but nothing else. She could smell the soap and the shampoo he'd brought. There he was, she told herself. No big deal. Completely normal.

She brushed her teeth, but she kept glancing over at the shower curtain. She couldn't see anything through it. But he was there. She brushed, and thought about that morning, opening the door and seeing him, his slender, muscular frame, hung with that cock. She'd barely had a look at it. She rinsed her mouth and imagined scenarios where suddenly he would open the shower curtain and she would see him again, but no scenario seemed plausible.

Then, as she wrapped a strand of dental floss around her fingertips, she imagined getting undressed and joining him in the shower. She saw herself blush in the steamy mirror, and she felt a strange twist in her stomach, a twist of disgust and desire, strange titillation and exhilaration. Never, she thought. Never. It's silly. No way. A joke.

She finished flossing, but the idea persisted. They would wash each other, innocently, like children. But they weren't children. He would run his hands over her soapy breasts, and she would reach down and touch his cock and feel it grow hard in her soapy hand...

Keryn finished in a rush and quickly slipped out of there. She was hot, very hot, and not just from the steam of the shower. She drank a glass of cold water and then closed herself up in her bedroom, turning off the lights and burying herself under the blankets.

The next morning, C.J. was still asleep on the couch when she came out of her room. She had on her tight little yoga shorts and selected an intense routine from her collection of DVDs. She spread the mat, and immediately started to exercise. And this time, she left the volume on the TV on, so it would be impossible for him to pretend to sleep while she ran through the movements.

She stretched herself out in front of him, following the directions of the instructor in the video, but never once did she look back or acknowledge his presence on the couch just a few feet away.

By the time the video finished, Keryn was covered in a sheen of sweat. She imagined she'd put on a pretty good show. She knew she had a good body, and she couldn't think of anything that showed it off better than yoga: perfect posture, stretching, flexing, expressing yourself. But still she didn't look back to see him watching her. When the routine ended, she turned off the TV, rolled up the mat, and disappeared into her room without even looking back to check on him.

At breakfast he made no mention of it, and she tried to act indifferently, as though she had a busy day ahead, and that was foremost on her mind.

"And what are you up to today?" she finally asked.

"No much," he said, shrugging. "I'll practice for a while. I'm basically just hanging out until rehearsal tonight."

She nodded. "You'll be home late?"