Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... earlier that morning and looked him expectantly. He was nonplussed and just asked me what I wanted in an infuriatingly innocent way. If he wasn't the only one who could take care of my need right now, I might've considered hitting him. But that would certainly ruin my chances of getting any relief and I would be doomed to suffer like this until he took pity on me or I begged on my hands and knees. I was half considering begging for it anyway. “Can I at least take it out?” I asked meekly when I finally understood he wouldn't be giving me any relief here at the school. “Take what out?” he asked in return, in that same bloody innocent voice. “The toy,” I tried to explain vaguely. I knew he knew what I meant, but I also knew he liked to make me say exactly what I want. The rest of the time I don't have a problem with 'dirty' words, but when it comes to actual sex or sexual situations, suddenly I turn into a meek blushing girl who giggles when the Sex-Ed teacher says 'penis'. It might've been because all the other times I'm not talking about myself, or really talking about it in a serious context, but when it comes to seriously asking for him to do something to me it's a whole different ballgame. Once Zeke figured that out it became one of his favourite things to do, short of actually doing me. Of course I knew what was coming next, he pretended to have no idea what I was talking about. I took a deep breath and explained further, “The... butt plug” I said quietly. “What about ...

... it?” he asked. I clenched my fists, “Can I take it out?” “Oh, is there one around here?” he made a show of looking around for effect. If this went on much longer I was going to completely lose it, so I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth to get out my request. “May I please take the plug out of... out of my ass?” I said the last four words in a rushed and quiet voice, hoping he wouldn't make me repeat myself. His response felt like being slapped. He simply told me 'nope' in a carefree voice and acted like I wasn't close to becoming a complete mess. “Now c'mon,” he said, “I finished moving my stuff into the apartment last night, and I could use some company to help break it in.” Despite my irritation with my current situation, I gave Zeke a sly grin. He had started the process of moving out of his parents' place a few months ago, but between his part-time job and finishing off high school it took quite a lot longer to move his stuff in there than it might've taken someone else. I didn't really care how long it took, I was just glad he finally had his own place. There were few chances we had to be intimate at his parents' place, and even fewer chances to be adventurous about it. There was certainly no room for bondage or any of our more favourite – and kinkier – fetishes. Now that he had his own place we could do whatever we please – provided Zeke could keep me quiet so the neighbours wouldn't hear us. * * * * * The ride home in his car was arduous. Every time he hit a bump or ...