Struggle (3 page)

             
Chapter
6

             
Eva

Somewhere, a loud
Summer of ’69
by Bryan Adams was playing. I looked at my watch. It was just 5 AM. "Chloe, can you make it silent!” I yelled.

"
It's your alarm, sweetheart!"

That’s right. I am supposed to start my running practice today. Damn, I need to get up and get going
. I jumped up from my bed, turning off the damn alarm, then  ran towards my bathroom, avoiding the pink laundry bag that Chloe had put in the hall and jumping over the laptop that she placed on the ground.
If I want to get a good practice in, I should be running in 15 minutes.
My practice sessions were finally starting and I was feeling good.

In fifteen minutes
, I was on the porch of our building feeling a cold breeze. It was summer in New York, and my suburb was surrounded by a lot of trees and gardens. Chloe and I both liked the calm. That’s why we got this place. It was a little bit away from the city, but we were comfy.

I took a deep breath
, allowing the tiny particles of oxygen to fill my lungs with energy, then I started running. It was the best thing in the world and I fully enjoyed it. For me, running wasn't just an exercise, but an enjoyment and my path to freedom. I started at a jog. I completed two rounds of the garden, then started running faster.

The sun
was coming up, and an old couple with their granddaughter was playing in the park. The little girl was running and her grandpa was chasing her. I remembered days like that with my grandpa. Those were beautiful days, and I didn’t have a care in the world. I smiled and increased my speed. I soon completed my eighth round, and decided to take a break for a sip of water. I drank slowly, enjoying the sensation of it sliding down into my stomach. I always loved the feelings in my body that I got after each run.

I started running again,
fast. My muscles were warm and responding well to my movements. When I passed the little girl again, I saw that she was on her grandpa’s shoulder and picking something off of her grandma's hair. She was a cute little child…

Sudden pain grabbed me
in my left leg. It weakened and I fell to the ground.

A
bicycle slammed into  my left shin. I fell down on the ground, twisting my ankle, pain shooting up my leg. I looked around and saw a young boy, around 13 or 14, holding his bicycle up and looking towards me. I could sense the fear in his blue eyes.

"I am sorry
, ma’am, but I was coming fast. I tried to call out to you, but you were looking somewhere else and we collided. It wasn’t my fault.” His voice was shaking.

I thought he
would cry if I yelled at him. Anyway, the mistake was mine. I was running fast and I didn't expect anyone to be riding a bicycle this early in the morning. "It's okay, kid.”

"Do you need my help
?” He put down his bicycle and put his hand out.

I really needed it
because I didn't want to put any pressure on my left leg. I grabbed his hand to try and rise slowly, but sharp pain from my left leg hit me again. I sat down, hard. "I think I’ll sit here for a while. You go. I’m fine."

I sat
there for few more minutes. Realizing that I had to move eventually, I placed my hands onto the ground and pushed. I forced my right leg under me and got up without using the left. I hobbled over to the bench that was placed on the side of the path. I rubbed my left leg and took off my shoe. Thankfully, it hadn't swollen. I slipped my shoe back on, not bothering to tie it, took a deep breath, and put my foot down. It hurt a bit, but I was able to walk home.

***

I wanted to take
the day off from school, but Mrs. Cooper called me on my cell and said that she had something important to discuss with me. I put on my fitted blue jeans and a black top, and took a cab to the university. Mrs. Cooper was my art teacher who had high hopes for me. Actually, she was a friend of my mother, and she enjoyed talking to her about me. That made me go crazy, but she was my teacher and my grades were in her hands so I always kept calm in front of her.

I knocked on
her door and went straight in. She was reading something. Without taking her eyes out of the book, she said, “Sit down, Eva. I am reading about art of the 18th century. I will be with you in a minute." She continued reading.

Her one minute turned into
fifteen. She liked to keep me under pressure, and I didn’t enjoy it at all. At last, she looked up and smiled. “I am sorry, Eva. Did you get bored?"

"Why did you call me
, Mrs. Cooper? I was thinking of taking a day off." My voice broke a bit.

“Well, I have an assignment for you."

"What
do I have to do now?"  I tried to hide the anger in my voice.

“I want you to meet one or two ERP management firms. We want to get our internal ERP developed, and also do the facebook thing with it."

"What thing?" I couldn't
understand what she was thinking.

"That thing where you attach
facebook to our website." She was struggling with all the technical stuff.

"You mean
‘integration’?"

"Yes
! Thank you. I got two addresses of local firms for you so you can contact them and get a quote for the work. Take this report with you. It has all the details." She handed me a thick diary and started reading her book again.

My face
was red when I got out of her office. First the accident and aching foot, and now this.

Chloe was coming back from her class
when she spotted me standing outside of Mrs. Cooper's office. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here, and why is your face so red? What has she given my baby doll to do
this
time?"

"
I have to find a web designer and get the ERP done." My voice was loud enough to tell her how angry I was. "And my leg is hurting more and more.”

"Don't worry
, Eva. Everything will be all right. Let's just get you back to the room."

Chapter 7

Nathan

I woke up in
pain, the complete scene of me getting beaten by Peter flashing before   my eyes.
First the Japanese, and now Peter. My life sucks…sucks big time.
I couldn't do anything about it, though.

Only one thing
came to my mind…booze and a pussy. That bastard Peter already stole a hot girl that night, then beat me in the match. I wasn't feeling any guilt because he won with an unethical move so I figured we were even. My coach kept saying that I fought well, but that he just beat me.  It doesn't matter that he beat me when I wasn't looking, or that my head gear was thrown away. What if I was in a tournament where I wouldn't be wearing the helmet? By experience or mistake, a beating is a beating. 
I am a loser, after all. The bastard, Mason, was also there. He must have laughed when I fell down.
I needed something strong. I found some Jack Daniels in the refrigerator, and I keep drinking until I passed out.

****

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was, or what I was doing on the couch. Somebody was ringing a bell again and again. "Shit, what the fuck?!” I checked my mobile…nine missed calls from James. I forgot that we were going out tonight.

I felt
like shit. I completely messed up. Holding onto the couch, I stood up. The room started spinning fast and I fell down.  My doorbell rang over and over again. James must be standing outside.

"Where the hell have you been
, dude?!" James was pissed. “I have been trying your mobile and your bell for the last half-hour.”

"Sorry
, dude. I was passed out." I needed more alcohol so I got a shot from the refrigerator. That made me feel better.

"Let's go
. We’ll go to another lounge today. Because of your fight, we can’t go back there.” I changed my clothes and we walked out the door.

"Your Mustang looks awesome
, dude.” James was fond of cars, especially old models.

I knew the girls would love it so
we took it. I parked it outside of the Claus' Club. I calmed myself in the car, sprayed some cologne around my neck, pulled up the sleeves of   my t-shirt a bit so my muscles would be visible, then I got out and looked around. The club was in a calm suburb and surrounded by trees. At night, it was one of the happening places. I enjoyed it because of the variety of girls I’ve seen there. "Come on, James. Let’s go.”

The lounge was busy.
A few girls were in their early twenties, and James loved them. He thinks they are an easy target.  I looked around and went inside. The club was small. There were only a few tables   around the dance floor. Two hot girls were dancing with each other, and the crowd was cheering them on. The bartender was playing with two glasses, throwing them in the air and catching them, one on other. I headed to the bar and ordered a shot. A girl with perky tits  wearing a tank top came up to me.  She made my cock hard, but today wasn't her day. 

One couple was sitting next to
me. The boy was a young adult, and the girl probably just had her eighteenth birthday. She looked mature in her yellow top and pink shorts, though. His hands were waving in the air and she was biting her upper lip. He was a college-aged boy with a stripped t-shirt and black jeans. He slammed his beer glass down and raised his left hand. I knew he was going to hit the girl so I quickly extended my left hand and caught his. In fear, she covered her face with her hands.

I raised my eyebrow.
"No, brother. No violence here."

"Who
the fuck are you?" He turned back to face me, but I squeezed his hand. He grimaced and looked back at me. "I wasn't going to hit her. I was just raising my hand to scratch my neck."

"Then scratch with your
dick, not with your hands." I released him and turned back to the bartender. “One more shot, please.”

"
That's a good show you put on. You might have even won her,” the bartender said while serving up my drink. "Hi, there. I am Amelia." I turned back to face her.

"What?" I couldn't believe what she
just said.

"I said I am Amelia
. It isn't an unusual name." Her lips moved to the side when she smiled, giving her face a sexy look.

"No, it just reminded me of someone
." My hand went to my chin, fingering a cut that I had there from the fight.

"
That's a big cut.”

"I got it in my last
kickboxing match." I didn't want her to know why. I smiled, slightly. “That’s a discussion for another time.”

She looked
at my face, then looked at my biceps. "That explains your strong grip on my boyfriend’s hand."

"Is he your
boyfriend?” I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could. "Am I interrupting?”

“Yes, but I thank you for that.
I just got the strength to break up with that jerk.” A tear rolled down her face, but she wiped it off.

“Well, maybe
you can repay me for that." I smiled.

"I
don’t understand. What do you mean by ‘repay’?" She sounded offended.

"I mean we can have a dance,
but only if you want to.” I wanted to feel her in my arms. I wanted to show her how strong my grip can be.

"I refuse." She smiled with strange eyes.

"That's okay. Maybe I can just offer you a drink then." It was a setback for me, but I played my part.

“Maybe
I will dance with you after few drinks." Her eyes sparkled.

So you want to play
, babe?
"That would work. What do you prefer? Let me guess…a vodka shot?" She nodded so I ordered one for her.

After two drinks
, we were dancing, my hands holding her waist and her hands on my shoulders. My eyes locked onto hers, and our legs were slowly moving back and forth.

Who wouldn't
want to kiss her? My lips met hers and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, giving a slow sensation to her taste buds. She tasted like a very desirable dark chocolate.

Her eyes were half
-closed, enjoying it. Her lips were soft like strawberries. I could get them both in one bite and suck them with my lips.  I pulled her closer. She placed her feet on my shoes, and we kept dancing like that for the next ten minutes without disturbing our intimate kiss.

When
the song was over, the crowd applauded. Her cheeks turned red. She didn't anticipate that. Now I wanted her for myself…her soft lips, small tits, and the curves on her ass. 

I
took her hand. “Where are we going?” she whispered while biting my earlobe.

"To
take you over the moon,” I responded with a bite on her neck. She shuddered.

"I hope the
moon is as high as your tongue." Her eyes showed her naughtiness.

I smiled, but
didn't say anything. We walked to my car. I opened the door to let her in, then got in myself. When I was about to start the car, she grabbed my hand, her other hand  on my thigh.

Her eyes was showing  desire
. She opened my zipper and slowly pulled down my pants, causing my cock to jump in my boxers. She touched it as she lowered my boxers. She crawled onto my lap. I took her right nipple out of her top, sucking on it and making circles with my tongue. She pulled my head up and kissed me. 

She
broke the kiss and looked at my cock. She looked into my eyes, moving her tongue over her lower lip. She had a soft and sexy tongue. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. It felt like heaven. She was definitely skillful. Her tongue was moving around my cock, and her hands were playing with my balls.

She suddenly stopped sucking my cock
, taking one of my balls in her mouth.  She sucked it in and out.

"My
god!” I moaned. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I twined my left hand into her silky hair. While she was sucking on my balls, she was moving her hand up and down on my cock. She started sucking on my other ball, stroking the one that she had just been giving attention to. I pulled her head up to give her a deep kiss, then pushed it back down. She started stroking my cock, taking it completely in her mouth. 

She increased her speed
, and I knew that I couldn’t hold out anymore. “Oh, my god!” I said as I came.

While she cleaned herself up,
I put both of my hands behind my head. That was one hell of a blow job. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

***

Soon, we  were inside my apartment. I threw all the clothes off of my bed and picked her up. I started sucking her tits through her top, as she wrapped her legs around me. I threw her on my bed and tore my shirt off. Her top looked uncomfortable so I shoved it up and tore at her bra. Her small tits bounced up and down.
She is so fucking hot.

I rolled over to kiss her, hard and firm. She was pressed up against my bare chest and I could feel her sexy tits
on my skin. She rolled her tongue in between my lips. I bit it, making her scream. I kissed her long neck up to her earlobes. Smooth, soft, and tasty, they melted in my mouth.

She giggled in my
ear. “I want to go over the moon.” She bit my neck, pointed and painful, but full of desire.

"You have to wait for it
, baby. I want to feel your body, get high on these two darlings, then I will make you complete." I unhooked her jeans to see the pink bikini lace panties that she was wearing. I kissed her thighs and pulled down her panties. She was already wet, and she lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy on my mouth and nose. She smelled like sugar and tasted like candy. I wanted to taste it, but I decided to keep that for later. I wanted to see her ass so I rolled her over. I couldn't resist myself. I pulled her down a bit so that her ass was right in front of me.

I tore at my jeans and my boxers
, grabbed a condom, and pulled it up my hard cock. “I am going to fuck you hard, baby. Be ready.” I slid into her and started sliding in and out, holding her ass in my hands. She was moving violently, gripping the bed on both sides of her body. Her pussy squeezed my cock. She cried, "Fuck me hard, man! Fuck…Me…Hard!

I rolled her over so her pussy was in front of me. I placed my cock in her
again and started fucking her hard. She was rubbing her hands on her tits. I moved her hands and placed my left hand on her tits. Squeezing them hard in my hand, I moaned in pleasure. "Awesome, baby."

"You are fucking hot
! Fuck me hard!” she continued, shouting and increasing my energy. The feeling of her tight folds around my cock was awesome. I was coming close to my release. Squeezing her ass in my right hand, I pulled her to me. I was thrusting all of my manhood inside of her. “Shit!” I yelled as I came.

Her
body started shaking violently. She shouted, “Fuck!”

When I was done,
I fell next to her on the bed. She rolled over into my arms. “That was awesome. That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.” She bit my ear again.

"That's not the last sex you’ll have today,” I said, looking into her eyes.