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  I drag our suitcases toward the corner of the living area and start unpacking immediately, starting with our shoes to place near the entrance. I’m expecting Vinnie to help out, but after a few seconds, I turn to look back at him and see him still looking around slowly. I’d like to think that he’s staring at the décor in amazement, speechless from how much he likes the place, but I can see from the small frown on his face that it’s probably the opposite.

  “What is that?” he demands, his chin jutting out.

  I follow his gaze and smile when I see what exactly caught his attention. There’s a big deer head mounted to the wall, and I nod.

  “Addy told me that her dad, Kurt, really loves to hunt, so he must have caught that himself.”

  Vinnie sniffs and clears his throat as he continues looking around, a small scowl on his face as he does. “It’s different from what I thought it’d be like,” he grumbles.

  I let out a small sigh through my nose as my stomach drops. “Different how? Like in a bad way? You don’t like it?”

  Vinnie shrugs.

  “I was expecting something …I don’t know, a huge roaring fire, and a vaulted ceiling with wooden rafters. Big overstuffed couches, and not this furniture which is obviously worn. Plus, you know I’m not into taxidermy. That deer’s eyes freak me out.”

  I gape at my boyfriend as he sighs and plops down onto the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. What the hell?

  “Well, this is someone’s actual hunting cabin, and not a fancy hotel like the Ahwahnee out in Yosemite. This place wasn’t built by hedge fund guys or anything like that. In fact, we’re actually staying for free.”

  Vinnie shrugs and I cringe as I see dirt falling from his boots onto the previously clean table.

  “Yeah, I know,” he cuts me off. “By the way, do you mind getting me a cold beer, babe? I assume there’s some in the fridge.”

  I stare at him for a few moments, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and pure disbelief bubbling up inside me. One of my biggest pet peeves is being cut off when I’m speaking, and Vinnie does it all the time. And only to say the most unimportant things at that. Can I get him a beer? God, it’s so annoying. Besides, doesn’t he see me trying to unpack? It’s not like he’s trying to help me get us settled in, so couldn’t he just grab his own beer instead of asking me to do it while I’m busy?

  But instead of bitching at him about it, I take a deep breath and nod, hurriedly excusing myself from the living area. I try to calm myself down as I speed-walk to the kitchen, reminding myself that I’m here for a purpose this weekend: to get my ass cherry popped, and then sayonara. I’ll be saying goodbye to this pompous asshole, even if it makes things uncomfortable at work.

  After all, Vinnie can be such a prick sometimes. It’s like he doesn’t care about me or my feelings even one iota. At first, I thought that he was just socially awkward or completely oblivious or something, but now I’m almost sure that he fully understands that the way he talks to me is unacceptable, but he just doesn’t give a damn.

  Then again, Vinnie has a decent job and a steady career, so maybe I should just shut it. It’s not like there are lots of eligible men lining up to ask me out, so I have to be thankful for what I have. Plus, he’s not too bad looking, if you like the Italian mafioso look. His black hair tends to get greasy, but at least it’s thick without any traces of gray. He’s a little on the thin side too, but he says working out isn’t a possibility given his busy schedule.

  Still, if I’ve learned anything from my relationship with Vinnie, it’s that maturity doesn’t necessarily come with age. My boyfriend’s already in his thirties, and yet he’s so fucking childish sometimes. Maybe I will break up with him after all this is over, I think once again. But that’s then, and this is now. I slap a smile on my face and turn back with an ice cold beer in hand.

  “Here you go,” I say politely. He nods his head a little and grabs the bottle before taking a long swig.

  “Ah!” he sighs with satisfaction before letting out a big belch. “Must be those Cheetos that I had on the way up,” he says, rubbing at his belly. “Hot Cheetos always do that to me.”

  I stare at him. Seriously, this is really getting gross. I can even smell the Hot Cheetos in the air from his burp, and revulsion is rising in my throat. But then my inner voice reminds me to keep my eyes on the prize, and I take another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I’m just about to turn around to go back to unpacking our luggage when suddenly, Vinnie reaches one long arm out, and wends it about my waist before pulling me down to the couch again.

  “Hey pretty girl,” he snickers. “Ready for some sexy times?”

  The smell of Hot Cheetos is overpowering from this distance, but before I can say anything, he presses his lips against my own, practically forcing my mouth open to push his tongue inside. It slides like a huge slug down my throat, and I let out a muffled “oomph” as I’m partially suffocated.

  “Calm down,” he breathes, his breath hot on my cheek. “I know you like it.” Oh god. His kiss tastes strongly of the beer that he just drank, and again, the Hot Cheetos stench is overpowering. But I try to smile because maybe this is it. Will we finally do the dirty? Vinnie smiles, as if reading my mind, and his hands move around my body awkwardly, as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. Then, he rubs my elbows and knees, groaning as his pelvis grinds between my legs.

  “You like that?” he mutters. “Shit, you’re hot, baby girl.”

  “Um—”

  I’m thankful this time when he cuts me off with a kiss.

  “Yes, I think so,” he moans. “It’s time, sweetheart.”

  My pulse races. Is it really time? Will I get my ass cherry popped? Sure enough, Vinnie grunts and pulls away from our kiss in order to tug my pants off. It’s an awkward struggle because the denim is stiff and my hips are wide, but finally, he gets them off so that I’m clad only in my panties, socks and a heavy sweater.

  “Is it time for what we were talking about, Vinnie?” I ask in what I hope is a sexy mewl as he climbs back onto the couch next to me.

  “Sure is, pretty girl,” he simpers before running a hand down the back of my thong to tap at that secret space between my cheeks. “You ready for it?”

  My breath comes fast because finally, finally, my opportunity has arrived. Maybe I’ll be doing it with a man who’s not my first choice, but at least I’ll get some experience under my belt because I’ve heard amazing things about back door love, and I can’t wait.

  3

  Janelle

  * * *

  I appreciate Vinnie’s enthusiasm—really, I do—but right now, he’s not exactly the sexiest guy in the world. As he ruts between my legs, letting out weird groaning sounds, he licks my cheek in an attempt to be sexy. But it reminds me more of an overeager puppy, and I sigh while sinking back into the couch cushions.

  After all, sex with Vinnie is never that great even though he’s always alluding to the boat load of girls that he was with before me. Really? If you’re in the triple-digits when it comes to partners, then why do you often ejaculate prematurely? Why do you seem so unsure sometimes, getting lost in that territory between my asshole and pussy? But more often than not, he’ll let out a loud groan and head to the bathroom to get washed up soon after he comes. Then I have to spend the next few minutes trying to get myself off under the covers.

  But at least today, we’ll be doing something new. Vinnie gets me out of my clothes so that I’m totally nude, and moves on from licking my cheek. Instead, he puts his mouth on my tit and starts licking and slurping my nipple, while fondling my other breast with his hand. His thumb occasionally rubs over my nipple, and honestly, it feels good. His movements are still a little awkward, but at least it’s something.

  I let out a quiet moan as I brush my fingers through his hair. “Vinnie?”

  “Hm?” he hums.

  “Do you want to take your clothes off now?”

  He pops off my nipple and smirks at me with
drool dribbling down his chin. I try not to cringe as I smile right back at him.

  “Funny you should mention it. I wanted to introduce something new to our sex life, so just wait here one second,” he says, clambering off the couch and jogging over to his bag. I watch with furrowed brows as he digs around in his pack for quite some time before finally pulling out a white lab coat and putting it on.

  My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull. I’m sick to death of seeing that damn coat when we’re not at work! And what the hell? Why is he doing this now? I don’t feel turned on at all.

  “Vinnie, what are you doing?” I ask in a blunt tone.

  He giggles.

  “I want us to do a little role play, that’s all,” he says, digging in his pack once more. He finally stops and holds up something big and black in the light. I gasp when I see it because it’s a huge dildo that’s already been lubed up. “Yep,” my boyfriend smiles, nodding his head. “I’ll be the doctor and you’ll be the patient. So open up, baby. It’s time for me to check your temperature.”

  My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as he approaches, and I honestly don’t even know how to react. We haven’t played with toys in the past, nor did he ever discuss roleplaying anything. It would have been nice to talk about this, even in a theoretical sense, before pulling out Mr. Big during our weekend getaway. But still, maybe my boyfriend has a sexy streak that I wasn’t anticipating. So obediently, I open my mouth nice and wide and let him slide the dildo inside. The toy is smooth and fleshy, and I glide my tongue up and down the length of it before swirling around the tip a few times, staring right at Vinnie as I do. He’s breathing heavily, his lips red and his cheeks flushed. Come to think of it, Vinnie’s practically drooling as he stares down at me, so I guess he likes what he sees. I try my best to look like I’m enjoying it too because it is sexy, sort of.

  Trying to be sensual, I hollow my cheeks and suck on the toy as Vinnie slowly pushes it in and out of my mouth. Just when I’m getting used to the movement, he suddenly yanks the toy out from between my lips and flips me over onto my hands and knees. I gasp, steadying myself to prevent myself from tumbling off the couch, and he lets out a low chuckle.

  “It’s time for us to start the exam, Ms. Fort,” Vinnie rasps, his eyes burning bright. “Are you ready?”

  His hands are cold as they part my cheeks, and my asshole clenches involuntarily. But at the same time, I’m interested in seeing where this goes. I’m kind of turned on, mostly because this is all so new. So what if it isn’t the norm? That’s probably a good thing, given that our sex life is just so-so most of the time.

  “I can’t wait for my exam, doctor!” I mewl, trying to put on my most seductive voice. Vinnie nods, his eyes fixed on my asshole. Then, he jiggles my ass cheeks a few times before spreading them apart again and spitting on my pink pleats. The glob of saliva is warm and wet on my anus, and I gasp, but then not even a second later, I feel the large head of the toy being pushed inside my ass. I gasp again, tensing up and quickly looking back at him.

  “Vinnie, what are you doing?” I ask. OMG, for some reason I just assumed we were going to do is straight with the dildo, but the pressure at my bottom hole is intense and real. What the hell is he thinking?!

  His eyes flare as he chuckles before giving my ass a little smack.

  “You wanted your ass cherry taken, didn’t you?” he hisses with a devilish smile. “Well, this is your chance, big girl.”

  I open my mouth to protest because this is not what I expected. Yes, I thought we were going to try anal sex for the first time this weekend, but not like this! I thought he was going to put his tool in my bottom after some hot pussy sex, but instead, I’m being penetrated by a big black toy that’s materialized out of nowhere.

  But no words come out because Vinnie continues slowly pushing the dildo inside me and the sensation is incredible. It’s a little painful at first, but quickly becomes pleasurable. I feel like I’m being stretched to the end of the world, and a small moan filters out from between my lips.

  “Oh yeah,” Vinnie hisses. “You love getting buttfucked don’t you, you nasty little slut? You’re a natural. In fact, you’re taking it so well that I can hardly believe it’s your first time.”

  Then, he starts smacking my butt cheeks, his spanks getting harder and harder each time, and I can feel my rear end heating up as they become sore. Holy shit, my butt’s going to be glowing by the end of this session and I cry out, throwing my head back. Then, Vinnie presses the dildo in even further, and I grunt, resting my face against the couch cushion and squeezing my eyes shut as a slight twinge of pain invades my behind. While I’m trying to get adjusted, I hear Vinnie departing and fumbling around in his bag again, but after a few seconds, he’s back. Gently, he pulls my arms behind my back and then there’s a snick.

  My eyes snap open and I gasp when I realize my wrists are cuffed.

  “Vinnie? Vinnie, what the hell is this? This is too much! You’ve gone too far.”

  He merely shrugs as he tests the cuffs, making sure they’re locked. Then he chuckles and gives my ass another smack, which is just getting annoying at this point. What the fuck? When did my boyfriend become so diabolical?

  “Vinnie!” I grit out. “This is crazy! I mean, we didn’t even talk about this beforehand and now you’re pulling all these toys out of your bag and—it’s just way too much!”

  The man glares at me, long and hard, like he expects me to quit yapping and let him get on with what he wants to do, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to lay here and let him run roughshod over me. We didn’t talk about this at all, and it’s not okay because at bottom, I don’t trust him. He’s not the kind of guy I could give myself whole-heartedly to, and as a result, this needs to stop. Besides, he never mentioned that he was into this kind of thing even once, so what the hell?

  Enough is E-damn-nough. I’ve got my hands cuffed behind my back and a giant black dildo protruding from my ass. Even if it feels naughty, I can’t go on with this.

  “Vinnie, stop this right now. I don’t want this,” I manage through my teeth again.

  He rolls his eyes.

  “You like it, Janelle,” he sniffs. “Don’t pretend. You’ve been asking for ass play for the longest time now.”

  I stare at him, still bent over on the couch.

  “Yes, but I didn’t think it was going to be like this! I thought it was going to be natural and gentle, not me cuffed while getting it in the ass from a toy!”

  He rolls his eyes once more.

  “Don’t complain, Janelle. You should be thankful because there aren’t many men who would even consider touching your dirty ass. So you should be grateful I’m doing this at all.”

  That does it.

  “Unlock me,” I spit. “You are a rat bastard and this is not cool at all.”

  Vinnie’s not intimidated. He merely lets out another aggrieved sigh.

  “Fine, have it your way.” Then he sheds his lab coat and stomps over to his suitcase. I watch as he folds up the material and puts it back inside the bag before zipping the damned thing up.

  “Fine then,” he says while grabbing the roller board by its handle. I stare in confusion as he marches over to the door. “I knew you were going to figure out a way to make this weekend suck. Just like always.”

  “Excuse me?” I screech. “What are you talking about?”

  He shrugs.

  “Hanging out with you is always aggravating, Janelle, and I can’t deal with you anymore. Not to mention your constant whining and bitching about this and that. Hell, you should be grateful I’m with you because I’m an optometrist while you’re just working retail. Talk about the prince stooping below his level! Humph! What an ungrateful bitch. Well, there’s no need for me to put up with this anymore because I’m breaking up with you, Janelle, so you can kiss this relationship goodbye. Bye now!”

  “What?” I scream after him, but it’s too late. Vinnie’s already slamming the door behind him and str
olling down the path by the time I think to say anything else. A few seconds later, I hear the car starting and see the headlights shining out the window.

  I’m in utter disbelief as I hear him speed down the winding dirt road that leads to the cabin. Wait a minute, that was his car that we drove here together. How the hell am I going to get out of here now?

  Even worse, he’s left me nude, in handcuffs, with a toy jammed deep in my bottom. Well, at least he’s gone now so that I can focus on getting myself out of this situation. Huffing angrily, I reach with my hands to try and pull the dildo out of my butt, but it’s weird. Somehow, it’s positioned in such a way that it’s too low for my hands to reach. Then, I squeeze and clench up, trying to use my internal muscles, but that doesn’t work either because it’s stuck way too deep. I strain again with all my might, letting out a low groaning sound, but that doesn’t work either. I wiggle my hips right and left, knocking the dildo against the couch back, but the toy’s really jammed tight into my anus. OMG, OMG. This is so bad. What am I going to do now?

  4

  Kurt

  * * *

  I tap my fingers on the side of the truck as my arm hangs out the window. It’s cold in the cabin of my truck, but I like it that way, and especially after a long week. A country song plays low on the radio as the wind ruffles my hair, and I nod in time to the music. This is the life.

  After all, it’s been a hellish seven days—a long couple of weeks, actually. A long couple of months even. I’ve been working beyond hard at my company, Titan Electrical, and I haven’t had any time to put my feet up and relax in God knows how long. But that’s all going to change this weekend because after months of nonstop work, I think it’s only fair to reward myself with a weekend 0f solitude on the mountain. I have a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and it’s going to be just the thing. Time to kick back, drink some cold booze, rock out to some music, and relax.