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Pushing thoughts of him aside, Allison redoubled her efforts with Roger, focusing on how good he smelled, the way his lips felt as they moved against hers, the soft touch of his hands.

An hour later, they hadn’t gotten farther than his light touches on her aching breasts, and it was time for him to go. She clung to him a little as he left, kissing him deeply and passionately, wishing he would pick up on her needs and follow through. He just said goodbye and looked forward to seeing her again, then with a last press of his lips against hers, he was gone.

Turning, she saw her father and Chad chatting as they walked down the hallway.

“Bye, Allison,” Chad said as he opened the front door to leave, then he paused for a moment as if he’d just had a thought. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight?”

“No.” Roger couldn’t go out, and she and Diana hadn’t made plans because she’d hoped Roger might come over.

“Wanna come out to this new club with me? My friend owns it, and supposedly, it’s killer... and maybe you could see if Diana wants to come.”

Mutely, Allison nodded as Chad smiled and left. The perfect excuse to get out and forget about things. Dashing out to the backyard, she asked Diana, who said she’d be happy to come along and was pleased Chad had asked for her in particular. It made Allison happy to set them up again, and although a little jealous, she realized she wasn’t particularly disappointed Roger wouldn’t be there—not when she was still thinking about another man.

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Before going to the club was torturous for Allison. Diana left, and she had dinner with her parents, as she’d promised. They wanted to know all about Roger and how their relationship was going, how her job was going—somehow managing to show disapproval even while congratulating her on her promotion—how living on her own was going, was she sure she didn’t want to move back home, and what she thought her plans for the school year might be. The more they disapproved, the more she found herself digging in, wanting to force them to accept her decisions about her own life. It was obvious they wanted to control her every move, although they never came right out and said so.

“We’re so happy you met Roger,” her mother said, as she hugged Allison goodbye. “He’s such a nice young man.”

“Very fit,” her father said agreeably… whatever that meant. As he gave Allison a kiss on the cheek, he slipped something into her hand and dropped his voice to a whisper, so her mother wouldn’t hear. “Very proud of the promotion.”

That last compliment made Allison’s heart swell. At least her father showed some real support for her wanting to make something of herself. Her mother definitely didn’t understand at all. He looked torn between pride and disapproval as he stepped back. She curled her hand around the paper he’d given her as she forced a smile before heading out the door with a sense of supreme relief.

Once she got in her car, she turned on the overhead light and looked at the check her father had given her—one thousand dollars. Allison rolled her eyes. Her daddy still couldn’t get past his little girl actually working for money or the idea she might not need or want his. Still, at least she knew he was proud of her work ethic, even if he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her actually working. She’d donate the money to charity, maybe split it between several.

Once she got home, she rushed to her room to get dressed. By the time she was ready, her brown curls tumbled past her shoulders, resting on top of the curves of her breasts. The shirt was made of satiny silver material, a halter top with thin straps, the front dipping down in a “V” over her stomach, the tip ending at her belly button. With loose material hanging at the top and pooling between her breasts, it emphasized her perky 34Ds. She was wearing one of those bras that stuck to her skin—her first time trying one out—so they wouldn’t get too sore while she bounced and danced. It also gave her something other than her skin to stick the fashion tape on to keep her shirt from gaping open. The short black skirt hugged her hips and ass snugly, the hem fluttering just two inches below her firm cheeks, while black leather boots encased her legs all the way up to her thighs. She looked damn good.

The doorbell rang, announcing Chad’s arrival. Allison hurried into the living room, running into Diana, who was looking sexy in a long skirt slit up almost to her hip on both sides and a lavender tube top which hugged her small, perky boobs. Chad gave them a low whistle and a guy nod of approval, making both girls blush. Wrapping his arm around their waists to walk them to the car, he announced he was in heaven.

Allison laughed, feeling a twinge of jealousy as Diana leaned into him, but made sure Diana took shotgun. Just because she was miserable and lonely didn’t mean her friends had to join her.

At the club, there were plenty of guys willing to dance, although Chad monopolized most of Diana’s dances—which didn’t seem to perturb the fun-loving girl at all—he kept an eye on Allison and her dance partners as well. Most of the guy’s dancing with her used the flashing lights and sexual dance moves to their own advantage, sliding their hands down her waist to roughly squeeze her ass before moving them back out before Chad could look over. They seemed to realize she had a guy watching out for her, but all that meant for Allison was a lot of teasing as they rubbed their hard bodies against her. One of them was even brazen enough to reach into her shirt and squeeze her hard little nipples, making her moan with desire. He was tall with dark hair, and in the dim lights, it was all too easy to pretend she was dancing with Todd. She began to resent Chad’s watchful eye after a while, as guy after guy eventually left to go in search of easier meat.

Allison managed to enjoy herself for the most part, despite the fact Chad was doing a good impersonation of a guard dog. It didn’t escape her notice, her preference for light hair and light eyes seemed to have been subsumed by a marked interest in guys with dark hair and dark eyes—although none of them were quite like Todd. Even the ones who got handsy with her, exciting her body, didn’t have the same dangerous air.

The ride home seemed to take forever as Chad and Diana talked and laughed in the front seat. In the total darkness of the back seat, Allison rubbed her clit through her thong, shuddering a little as the pleasure ran through her. Just being around Chad had reminded her way too much of Todd, and after all the light kissing she and Roger had done today, she was feeling anxiously horny. It was hard not to squirm and play with herself, losing herself in memories with Chad’s voice setting off all sorts of visuals. When he dropped them off, Allison gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried inside.

She might not be able to watch the video of her and Todd, but she could still get herself off. This time, she skipped the butt plug. Lying on her bed, feet planted firmly on the mattress with her legs spread, she rubbed her pussy. Trying to be good, she visualized Roger—the occasional glimpse of a dominant alpha male that would spark in his eye—but his blonde hair turned dark, his green eyes slid into deep brown ones she felt like she was drowning in, and by the time she was climaxing, Allison was holding one hand above her head, grasping the headboard, pretending both her arms were tied there, and she was lying helpless as Todd pounded into her.

Her dreams that night were haunted by a demanding and passionate man with jet black hair and amused brown eyes.

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Since it was the beginning of the fiscal year, Allison’s job consisted of data entry for the benefits elections that everyone had chosen. Although an easy but tedious task, she appreciated it since it demanded just enough of her attention, she wasn’t constantly thinking about Todd. Being a receptionist the first few weeks, before HR had started utilizing her free time, had nearly killed her. Now, she only thought about him once or twice an hour. And every time she thought about him, she forced herself to think about Roger instead.

Her favorite times were in the evenings when she and Diana would eat ice cream and watch Sex in the City, The L Word, or Tudors. That had definitely not been something she could do at home—how embarrassing would it be to watch shows with so much sex with her parents around? She found she really liked marathons of their favorite television shows while getting some girl time. Chad had started coming by on a regular basis to see Diana, who seemed to be more interested in him than she had the first time around. Although Diana still did a lot of ordering Chad around, he didn’t always hop to, and she seemed to like that.

Every time Alison saw Chad, she couldn’t help but feel a little stirring of hope he’d say something about Todd, but he never did.

At least Roger was starting to step things up on their dates. Their date after her parent’s pool party, she’d ended up taking the reins a little and sliding her hand into his pants to feel his hard cock. For a moment, she’d been appalled at herself, but as he gasped and his dick throbbed beneath her fingers, she found she didn’t care. Maybe if Roger gave her what she needed, she’d be able to forget Todd. They’d kissed, harder and more passionately, as she rubbed her hand up and down on his penis, his hands groping her breasts with more force than they had before—although still not quite the roughness she desired but better. Oh, dear God, so much better. Of course, he’d stopped it before things got too out of hand.

On their next date, she’d gotten brave enough to go down on him. He’d liked that a lot, although he’d been a little shocked when she’d swallowed. Then he’d insisted on her getting a turn, which had almost turned into a bad thing. He’d been horrified by her completely shaved pussy. Well, his words had been horrified, and although she’d seen the glint of appreciation in his eyes, he’d never admit it turned him on. Lying quickly, she’d told him it was cleaner during her period, but that if it bothered him, she’d grow it out again. Unfortunately, he’d taken her up on that, and she now had a rather itchy mound of short hair.

She had high hopes today when he came over to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s with her—she couldn’t believe he’d never seen such a classic—they might be able to move things a little further in the bedroom, so it would all be worth it. He was so charming and romantic and very good company, for the most part. If they could just find that spark, maybe she could move on and really fall for him. So, things might not sizzle completely with him, their sexual chemistry wasn’t entirely thrilling, but she’d creamed for him when he’d eaten her out. It gave her hope, even though deep down, she knew there was something missing in the emotional connection, but that kind of thing could take time.

Some days, she actually managed to keep her thoughts focused on Roger without her mind turning to Todd. She hadn’t watched the video of her and Todd since that last time when she’d used the butt plug. All evidence of her wild encounters were hidden deep in her closet.

But that wasn’t the thought for tonight. Right now, she was trying to get Roger to become all the things she needed—then she wouldn’t need to think of Todd, his hard body, and the devious ways he had of manipulating her pleasure and her mind. She was excited about tonight, hoping she might finally be able to seduce Roger into her bed. It made her giggle to think about seducing someone. It wasn’t something she’d ever tried to do. Before Todd, she would have appreciated Roger’s no-pressure, take it slow tactics. Of course, she probably would have grown bored with him by now since she wouldn’t try to push anything. At least things were getting more interesting rather than less.

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