Page 7 of Forcing Her Hand

“And it wasn’t just the first time!” she told Diana one evening, pacing back and forth in her friend’s room while she complained about her sex life with Roger. “Every time we have sex, it’s just so slow and soft and gentle... and every time I try to get him to go harder or faster, he just tells me I don’t need to try to be something I’m not for him! Apparently, every man in the world except him gets turned on by that. Half of it…” She took a deep breath, not even sure if she was right or if it was just wishful thinking. “Sometimes, I think half the reason he has such control over himself is deep down, he wants it just as hard and rough as I do, and it scares him. It’s not likeIcan blackmailhiminto letting go.” Throwing herself down on the bed next to her friend, she looked up into sympathetic slanted brown eyes.

“I spend so much time pretending I like everything like a lady should, making love romantic and sweet and slow... DAMNIT!” She slapped her hand against the bed. “I just want to get fucked... and all I can think about is how great sex was with Todd. How can I forget about him when I can’t get satisfaction?”

Diana started stroking her brown curls, soothing her like a mother would soothe a fretful child. Allison accepted the touch, letting it calm her a little. Hesitating, she turned her face toward Diana’s and made a full confession.

“I tried to call him a couple days ago... Todd, I mean. His cell phone number. I was going to leave a message or something. I don’t know.”

“Really?” Diana looked surprised and slightly encouraging, not condemning. It made Allison feel a lot better, her friend didn’t think this was a bad thing, even though Allison was supposed to be getting over Todd… and was seeing someone else. The fact they hadn’t actually discussed being exclusive didn’t make her feel any more moral.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “It had been disconnected. I don’t know what I was going to say. ‘Hey, Todd, next time you’re back in the states can you come over and give me a good fucking because I’m a horny pervert?’”

“I don’t think you’re a pervert,” Diana told her. “Sometimes, a girl needs to get fucked. Royally pounded and fucked... and if Roger doesn’t understand, that’s his failing, not yours.”

Allison considered this. “Yeah, but it’s not like I can break up with him for that.”

“Well, you could,” Diana countered, “but then you would feel like a horny slut... I don’t understand why you’d feel like that, but I know you would.”

“You’re right.” Brown curls shook a little as she laughed. “And that’s my fault, not his. Still…” She chewed her lower lip. Her feelings didn’t have the kind of words she needed to explain—that or she still just didn’t want to face the kind of girl Todd had turned her into. That she’d turned herself into.

“Maybe I need more distractions,” Allison said. “Like, I need to join a club or a team or something in the evenings, get a hobby. Maybe I’ll start volunteering for something. A soup kitchen or one of those Big Brother, Big Sister things.”

“I don’t think they accept horny perverts as Big Sisters,” Diana teased. Allison whacked her with a pillow.

* * *

Unfortunately, Allison didn’t know the first thing about how to volunteer for anything. She checked out the Big Sister website and filled out the application, then she had to sit and wait for them to contact her—if they ever did. It didn’t look like there was a high demand in her area. She perused the internet one evening, looking for other avenues where she could try to make a difference. Eventually, she found a listing for a group that did work on local homes, bringing them up to code, so the residents didn’t get kicked out. That sounded like fun. They had an email listing people could join, and there was a schedule you could sign up for, fitting it into your own time. Of course, since she worked during the week, she could only help out on weekends, but hey, that was something.

When she told Roger about her do-gooder intentions, he signed up for the emails as well, looking at her with admiration for wanting to reach out and help people. To be honest, she felt the same admiration in return. It’s not like she would have thought any less of him if he hadn’t been willing to join her—she hadn’t even asked him to—but Roger was an overall good guy.

They could make this work.

* * *

Allison was feeling much more cheerful lately. Work was going well and keeping her busy, she’d been to her first work site and had learned how to hammer and nail two by fours, and it was no longer any problem to get Roger into bed, all she had to do was start kissing him passionately. He now accepted her aggressiveness since their first time sleeping together, and it would eventually lead to the bedroom. But things there hadn’t changed at all. Every time she let a “fuck” or “harder” slip, he would look hurt and ask her afterward if she really thought he was that kind of guy. Overall, though, she was much happier.

Roger had even come with her to the worksite, which had been one of the best days yet. They’d been able to flirt; he’d even known his way around some of the basic tools, and working together seemed to break down some of his usual slight stodginess. He’d even flirted with the elderly resident and treated her like anyone else, despite her obvious poverty, not looking down on her at all. In a lot of ways, he really wasn’t like most of the people Allison had grown up with. Mrs. Elenson in her wheelchair had looked at him with wonder and amazement in his eyes as he’d catered to her during lunchtime, treating her like a princess, occasionally giving Allison a sweet wink with his eyes. When they’d left that day, Mrs. Elenson had given him a kiss on the cheek and giggled like a schoolgirl. It was one of the cutest things Allison had ever seen.

They’d been dating almost two-and-a-half months now, and tonight, he was taking her out to dinner, then they’d be coming back to her place. They never went to his place because his roommate was always home, and Roger was much too much a gentleman to make love when someone was in the other room. Fortunately, Allison could always ask Diana to spend the night at Chad’s - and neither of them had any such problem so they could always get laid. Actually, Allison thought that Diana probably got a kick out of having sex where someone else could hear her. When it was just Allison at home, she and Chad could knock the roof off with the amount of noise that Diana made. Perhaps fortunately, Diana was still so amused by Roger’s innocent image of her she didn’t do that when he was around. Although imagining the look on his face if he heard Diana and Chad getting it on made Allison giggle. Tonight, she was going to change things up a little on him and see what that led to.

Smiling at the thought, she barely noticed what he was saying, although that was fine because her very happy and amused smile convinced the handsome blonde she was paying attention to every word coming out of his mouth. Talking and laughing, the night passed quickly, both of their minds on the end of the night. Kissing passionately, they stumbled through the apartment, heading for the bedroom, Allison eagerly stripping his clothes from him as her body was slowly revealed to his caressing hands. Moaning as his lips traveled down her neck, she giggled when he playfully tossed her on the bed and began pulling off his pants.

Getting up on her hands and knees with her luscious ass pointing straight at him, she made a little pout with her mouth, her eyes as widely innocent as possible, and asked, “Do you think we could try it like this tonight?”

Roger hesitated to her frustration.

“Why?” he finally ventured carefully.

“Well,” said Allison, just as carefully, although for a vastly different reason. “One of my friends told me that it feels different this way... and I was just wondering how.”

Relieved and reassured that it was genuine curiosity on her part, Roger nodded. He’d done doggy-style before, and it really wasn’t his favorite position, but if it was what she really wanted to try, he’d indulge her. Kissing her ankles, he slowly worked his mouth up her legs, switching back and forth between them as he moved. Allison moaned softly as his kisses sent tingles up her legs to her pussy. He was so good at the foreplay and after play (although she could do with a firmer hand most of the time), why couldn’t he be better at what was in between? Her legs were spread, and her pussy leaking as her ass moved in the air by the time he was halfway up her thighs, her face pressed down on her forearms as she moaned her delight. Fingers and hands massaged her firm cheeks as his tongue began to slide enticingly up and down her wet slit. She found herself wishing that its touch would include her tingling asshole as well—no such luck. Roger would never do anything like that.

Getting in position behind her, he placed his hands on her hips as he began to push his dick into her wet hole, moaning at the slightly tighter fit, the new position created. Allison moaned too, trying to press harder back against him, but the hands on her hips kept her from really controlling anything as usual. In some ways, that just made her even hotter, except she knew his control in keeping things slow wasn’t going to be followed by a rough, hard pounding. Even from behind, his strokes were slow and gentle. Frustrated, she started using one of her own hands to pinch her nipples roughly, making them burn with pain and pleasure as she twisted and rolled the tender buds. Heat collecting between her thighs as Roger slowly pumped her pussy and her nipples sent urgent messages to her clit, she let her hand slide down her smooth stomach and over the new hairy mound. She winced a little at the touch of her pubic hair, she still hated the way it looked and felt after having such a pleasant time with her shaved mound. There just wasn’t as much sensation for her to feel with the hair there.

Careful not to touch his slowly thrusting dick - she didn’t want him to know she was playing with herself while he made love to her - her fingers rubbed firmly against her clit, the friction making her body shudder.

“Does it feel different?” Roger’s voice from behind her.

“Yes...” The breath hissed between her teeth as her fingers pinched her clit hard. “It feels really good...”

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