Game of Seduction
Chapter 6
By Mg
Don't own SM...
This chapter has been edited by my new editor Loki.
It was a crisp Saturday morning, around 9:15, when Serenity's head poked out of the kitchen entrance to see her daughter bounding down the stairway with a bag slung over her shoulder.
"You're definitely looking better," she smiled; Serena, at these words stopped her descent.
"I-I…I mean…" she faltered. She hadn't expected her mother to be home. "I thought you were at a conference…and not coming back 'til Sunday?"
"Things finished up a little earlier than expected, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't happy to see me home?" Serenity arched her brow.
"I—no…I mean…in answer to your question…I feel great…" Serena paused as she walked down the stairs to meet her mother in the kitchen. "Just starved…." She pecked her mother on the cheek before taking a seat at the table in front of the plate her mother obviously reserved for her.
"What brought on this change in mood?" Serenity asked as she placed four thick pancakes on Serena's plate.
"Well," Serena began as she poured the syrup heavily over her food. "I dunno...I guess all those other days I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She smiled inwardly at the irony of that statement before stuffing pancakes in her mouth.
"Oh...just one of those things, huh?" her mother asked as she placed a cup of milk in front of her.
"Uh-huh," she managed through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Your father's going to be in town this morning, around 11:30," her mother continued; she almost choked on her food.
"He is?" she tried to reply in an observant tone but it came out more as a whine.
"Yeah, why, is there something wrong?"
"It's just that I had plans this morning."
"Call your friends up and cancel, sweetheart, I'm sure they'll understand. It's not everyday that your father is in town."
"But we've been planning this for...for a while now," she lied.
"Serenity Ariella Kingston the second, you will cancel your plans with your friends and be here so you can meet your father. He's been dying to see you," she ended on a soft note. In a way, she felt horrible, as if she were lying to her. Charles had been in town for about a week and was leaving on Sunday, and on Friday morning, he surprised her, after Serena had left for school, with plans to go out for the weekend. It was the so-called "conference" Serena was referring to. After just one night she had felt guilty however, he had been in town for a week, and she hogged him all to herself, Serena would barely have a full day to see him. So she cut their weekend short so he could spend the rest of the weekend with Serena.
"Why do you guys always have to tell me this last minute anyway? I do have a life, you know!" Serena breathed as she rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.
"Don't take that tone with me, young woman!"
"I'm sorry mom, but I'm almost eighteen years old, you can't do this to me anymore."
"Well, until you turn eighteen and show some responsibility, I'll assume what I want around here."
"Fine…." She got up, walked towards the front door, and opened it.
"Just where do you think you are going, young lady?"
"Does it matter? I don't have to be back until 11:30 anyways...and I'm pretty sure that you and daddy can have fun in your bedroom till then, even though you probably already have all this week!" She slammed the door behind her.
"She takes all the fun out of sneaking around," Charles commented as he walked into the room from the downstairs bedroom where he had been listening to the conversation in full. He turned to Serenity just as she started sniffling little by little until they eventually became sobs. "Sweetie, don't cry." He walked over to her and placed his arms around her. "I'm sure it's just a phase...it'll blow over."
"Will you stop saying that?" she replied frustrated, her fists clenching. "What the hell would you know about when it will blow over and whether or not it will? You're never even here."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Appalled, he stood up with arms crossed and walked over to a counter. "I've been just as much a part of her life as you have ever been!"
"Oh please! I sit around here all year trying to discipline that child just so that you can take her for the summer and spoil her rotten so that I have to start back at square one!"
"Damn it Serenity! There is nothing wrong with a father wanting to give his child everything!" he argued.
"Yeah, but there's something to say for giving them anything, isn't there…? You never even gave her a chance to work for what she needs! She needs to learn some responsibility, and you're not helping at all!"
"I help every chance I get; I've never missed an important day in her life…, never!"
"Yeah…? Well showing up only at important dates doesn't necessarily make you a good father!" She bit her lip before continuing, she had to get this out sooner or later. "You've never comforted a teenager when she cries because her heart is broken. You've never stayed up all night, because she had a tummy ache and hoping to God that she'd be okay. You've never seen her squirm in bed because she had her first period, and so what if you get every report card that she receives; you've never been there to see the joy on her face when she receives them, happy that she has accomplished something. So what, you come to her track meets, are you there when she comes home from practice claiming that she's starved, or that she's sore all over? All you ever see is the end result of all her hard work, and if I didn't know better, I would think you were taking credit for being there when she went through whatever she went through to get there!"
"How dare you?" he replied through clenched teeth. "How dare you think you have the nerve to judge my relationship with Serena when I am hundreds of miles away? At least I'm here when I can be...you're living with her and you're not even home all the time! So how much better than me are you, when your daughter is right under your roof and you don't even know what's wrong with her?" he laughed cynically before continuing. "So, I'm not a fit parent...not fit to be Serena's father...well, I guess that means I no longer have a reason to stick around here!" He walked towards the front door.
"But…, what about-" She jumped at the sound of the door slamming. "Serena..."
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"Um...Drew...what are you doing here?" Darien asked nervously as Andrew brushed passed him and walked into his apartment.
"What are you talking about? I always come here unannounced," he replied as he walked towards the kitchen and immediately buried himself in the fridge. "Besides, we're supposed to start studyin' for that MCAT together, I figured now's as good a time as ever." He emerged with a peach and began happily indulging in it.
"Actually Drew...it's kinda not."
"Why, are you having company?" he smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, so if you don't mind-"
"Who is she?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Is she a friend, friend...or a 'sex' friend?" he arched his brow with a knowing grin.
"I said I'll tell you later!"
"You're hiding something..."
"No I'm not." The frustrated look on his face gave him away.
"Okay, then I'm gonna stick around till she shows up...if you're not hiding something, it shouldn't be a prob, right?" He plopped down on the leather couch, placing his feet on the coffee table.
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" he accused in an annoyed manner. "And get your damn shoes off my coffee table."
"That means 'open conversation' right?" he smirked as he placed his feet on the floor. "And by the way, I'm sure there either have, or will be worse things happening on this coffee table other than me just placing my feet there."
"Damn it Drew...could you get the fuck outta here?" He was mad now, Andrew could tell; he took it as a sign to leave.
"All right, all right...you're such a pushover," he replied as he walked to the front door and opened it to see a petite blonde wearing blue jean capris and a tight colorful camisole, raising her hand to knock on the door. He looked at her from the legs up. "Damn," he muttered approvingly. "So, you must be Serena?" he ended, as he finally looked her eye to eye. She smiled shyly in response before looking to Darien, confused.
"And you are?"
"I'm Darien's best friend, Andrew..." he began as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "But you can call me-"
"Taken...now get out," Darien rolled his eyes before pulling Serena by the arm behind him and shoving Andrew out into the hall.
"You see how he treats me?" Andrew smiled charmingly at her. She turned away, a telltale blush on her face. He looked knowingly from her to Darien before walking away. He would interrogate him later, as for now, he just had to tell the others. "…Bye-" He flinched when the door slammed behind him; Darien was pissed.
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Darien followed Serena into the apartment for a bit before turning back towards the door.
"Excuse me for a moment," he called out to her before opening it and walking back into the hallway. "Hey Drew!"
"Yeah…?" he called out from down the hall.
"A word," he replied as he stuck his hands in his pockets and waited for him to come over. He paused for a moment before speaking. "If you don't mind...I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about this to anyone."
"So...something is going on between the two of you." The devious grin on Andrew's face conveyed something to Darien that he knew he would have to take care of right away.
"Drew...if you tell anyone...I'll tell Mina about one of your drunken women episodes." The threat was well played; Andrew frowned immediately.
"Touché," he replied.
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She stared into the living room, seeing it in the light for the first time; she was startled when she felt his hands touch her lightly down her sides and settle on her stomach. She blushed as he placed his chin in the crook of her neck.
"I didn't hurt you last night, did I?" he whispered in her ear before facing her to be sure; he took her hand gently in his own, rubbing the smooth skin. "I know that for only a second time...I was a little rough." She smiled a genuine smile as she tucked an escape curl behind her ear.
"Umm...there really wasn't a first time," she shrugged lightly as she looked to the floor.
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean—you got in, you got pissed. I got pissed. I kicked you out...only one who got anything out of it was you." She ran off the list on the wind, the escape curl catching her attention.
"You've gotta be kidding me...I was THAT drunk?" he looked disbelievingly at her. "Tell me you're joking."
"It's okay. Last night...last night was nice." She looked up at him and then looked back down at her hands. "Besides, maybe...maybe I'm a second impression kinda girl." He arched his brow while placing his hands above his waist. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head repeatedly at the whole situation. The atmosphere dwindled down into a comfortable silence as he looked out the window towards the city skyline, watching as she took a seat on the couch from the corner of his eye.
"I've never…been with a virgin before…to be honest; I wasn't sure what…it was different for me…" he breathed.
While she knew that she wasn't his first, it felt nice to know that she was unique to him in some way. "Anyway, it was nice."
She looked at him with lust; there was no clean and nice way of describing what she was feeling right now. She was ashamed to admit it, but she really didn't want to talk, she wanted to be doing other things. Considering that she was not brave enough to bring the topic up, she only watched as he walked over to the balcony and opened the doors, allowing the fresh breeze to flow through before taking a deep breath to inhale the morning air. He turned towards her suddenly, looking into her eyes as if something was plaguing his mind.
"If I tell you something...you promise to keep it between you and me?"
"Yeah..." She was slightly confused and yet curious about what he wanted to say.
"It's about something that happened to me when I was round your age."
"I'm listening," She replied as she watched him with willing eyes.
"Well...when I was sixteen, there was this girl named Theresa Miranda Watson...she was an eighteen year old senior and otherwise known around the boys locker room as the high school slut I guess," he paused to scratch the back of his head, "or 'get around Watson', as we liked to call her..." He sat on the coffee table in front of her, his hands on his knees. She cuddled one of the pillows next to her and assumed an attentive position with her chin resting on top. "So, anyways...at the time, I was one of the jock types, star of my own track team in fact," he smiled. "Whenever the guys and I got together in the locker rooms, the talk of the room was always centered on whatever girl we had screwed lately. I had always sat quietly in the corner, listening to all the stories of what was done and how it was done..."
"But you'd never..." she arched her brow at him, wanting him to continue.
"Very perceptive, Miss Kingston," he smiled. "Thing was, even though I was a jock, as well as the star of my track team...I was still an outsider I guess..." he scratched his head before placing his hands on his thighs once more. "...cause I was a foreigner. Where I came from; I lived at an orphanage for a little bit until I was kinda on my own. So, I was used to being on my own at that point...didn't think I needed anybody or wanted anybody..."
"Until you met Theresa?" she asked softly.
"It wasn't even like I liked her or anything, heck, I can't even remember if I was really attracted to her. For me, Theresa was the symbol of everything I had never had...I had been alone for so long that I didn't realize I had so much pent up in me, nor did I know how to let all that frustration go...it was like a bomb waiting to explode, you know?"
"So what happened?" she asked slowly with a subdued expression on her face.
"Well...as I said...Theresa got around, and she already had her eyes set on me...some how she knew...knew that I was virgin and I guess she considered it a challenge to break me."
"And…?"
"First of all you have to promise that you'll never squeal a word of this to anyone...if you do I swear that I'll—"
"I promise, jeez, now will you tell me what happened?" she interrupted anxiously as she leaned over in her seat.
"Hold onto your pants, okay?" he chuckled before sliding his hands back and forth on his pants again. "So anyways, one day we had this track meet and after I did my run I was all hype 'cause I had just won."
"And let me guess...the little whore just happens to show up huh?" He smiled as she gave him a sideways glance.
"I was on my way to the locker room when she pulled me under the bleachers and—"
"You fucked her," Serena simply stated. "Where do I feel better about this story again?"
"If the little anxious rabbit would wait a moment...perhaps she would understand," he smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "The longer version of the story where you would actually see a point...is that I really hadn't known what I was doing, things went by so fast that I hadn't heard her screaming out for me to stop..."
"What happened?" She felt like she was on the edge of her seat.
"Well...as it turned out..." he paused for effect, dragging it out as long as he could. "I shared my first orgasm with the entire track team cause they were standing right there...I kinda defined the saying 'young school boy on his first time'."
She looked at him for a while, attempting to look serious as a smile sneaked onto the corner of her lips. "Go ahead...knock yourself out." He sighed. She burst out laughing on the couch in a fit of giggles. "Are you serious?" she managed in-between laughs. "Right there in front of everyone? What did you do?"
"Hey, it's not funny...I released her quickly and pulled up my pants. It took me a while to get over the humiliation of being called Darien 'do right'," he said seriously. "Guys would pass by me in the halls and say, 'Hey Do right'. 'Do right' this and 'Do right' that "
"Darien 'do right'?" Tears escaped her eyes and she fought to control herself.
He sat there watching her for a while before a smile broke its way to his face. "I guess...I guess it is KINDA funny..." He submitted.
"Are you kidding me? This is hilarious! It's golden!" she continued laughing for a while before he finally lightened up and joined her.
"So...I guess I'm telling you this because I want you to know that not everyone's first time is the -- something great -- as they had wished it to be," he said finally, placing her hands in his, grasping them tightly.
It was silent for a while as she looked up at him before speaking, "Thank you...you didn't have to make a fool out of yourself to make me feel better or feel better 'around you'...but I'm glad you did," she replied softly.
"I think that you are something special," she blushed in response, bowing her head as she felt him move towards her.
"How is it that you manage to make blushing so sexy, huh?" he whispered huskily when his lips weren't far from hers. She swallowed hard when he paused right before her. It was amazing how he could make any conversation turn sensual.
"It—it's simple really..."
"Really?" he arched his brow as he began placing light kisses upon her lips, nibbling in-between, before placing them firmly on hers. She moaned as he pushed her back against the couch, his hand traveling up her thigh and massaging it, his lips descending down her neck. She shrieked in surprise when his hand moved from her inner thigh towards her vagina. She managed to still herself in between kisses, placing one hand in his hair and the other on the arm that held her. "Think...could stay...rest...day?" She barely caught his words as these were mumbled against her throat, but heard enough to bring her back to reality.
"No... Actually...I can't stay." She gently pushed him away, chest heaving.
"Oh?" He sighed frustratingly as he lifted himself from his position above her.
"My dad's coming into town and I have to be there," she sighed heavily as she turned away from him. She had a feeling that he wanted to continue right where they had left off last night. She just hoped that he wasn't mad at her.
"Oh."
"Will you stop saying that?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I dunno...just not that." She was so frustrated. She wanted to stay as much as he wanted her to.
"Okay."
"Very funny…." he lay back as he passed his fingers roughly through his bangs. "Darien...are you upset that I have to go?"
"Is that supposed to be funny...the man has a hard on and the lady wants to know if he's upset?" he groaned. "If you mean upset as in angry, I'm fine...just frustrated is all, but I can deal I guess."
"Oh," she blushed as she sneaked a peek at him to confirm his statement before twirling her thumbs, thinking how to approach him with what she had on her mind – silence…
"Darien?" She turned back to him suddenly, with a look of confusion on her face.
"Yeah…?"
"What are we?"
"I haven't quite defined that yet..." he sighed, feeling bad about lying to her. Unfortunately, he didn't think she was quite ready for him to define it in straightforward terms. Perhaps 'describing' it for what it was, putting some kind of constraints on their relationship, was the best way to go. He sighed.
"Well...I was thinking that we could continue my sessions again?" She twirled a lock of hair around her fingertips. "But instead of at school...we can have it here..."
He arched his brow. "You're not as naive as you would like people to believe," he chuckled, his face lighting up as he gave her a sideways glance. She was smiling as well. "I'm not gonna let you come and do nothing you know? You're actually gonna have to study." She pouted. She was gradually getting more comfortable with him by the second. But then, she had always heard people say that sex had a way of relaxing you.
"But if we study, and then you have night class...then..."
"You're worse than I am...slightly greedier I think...but at least I know the importance of a good education," he smiled and she crossed her arms.
"You sound like my parents." She dismissed his statement with the wave of her hand.
"Hey, you have studying to do and so do I...we can do it together."
"Why do 'I' suddenly feel like 'that' whore?"
"The question you should be asking, is whether or not you're the whore because you give me sexual favors and get paid with math help, or I'm the whore for helping you with math, and getting paid with sexual favors."
"So we're both whores then?" She arched her brow at him and smiled.
"That sounds about right," he chuckled.
"As long as we're equals, that's fine with me," she grinned happily with a shrug of her shoulder.
He chuckled lightly before taking her hand again; she knew this meant the conversation was about to get serious. "Look...in order for this to work..." he paused. "We're going to have to set some rules." He rubbed her hands softly in a circular motion. "First of all, are you sure you're fine with this?"
"Will you stop asking me that? I'm fine, okay," she replied seriously.
"Secondly...you can't tell anyone about us." She looked downcast. "This is serious...if someone was to find out that-"
"I know, I get it...its illegal," she sighed. "That means we can't be seen out in public together either huh?"
"No... At least not anywhere around here," he continued. "There are other things as well...little things that we can't do," he paused. "You can't ever stay the night..."
"Like that's much of a problem...my parents would kill me if they even knew I was over here," she sighed. He smiled at the easygoing way she was taking everything.
"I'm not going to call you either...and I don't want you calling me...otherwise it may interfere with what it is that we actually have...so not unless it's really important, okay...otherwise I don't see what you can want that you can't speak to me about in person."
Silence...
"Is that all?" she whispered.
"No...I need to promise you that for as long as we have whatever it is that we have...that I'm not going to have more than one drink..." She knew how significant that statement was, it was basically saying that he would never allow a reoccurrence of their 'first time' together to happen again.
"Thank you," she managed.
Silence...
"I guess...I guess I should be going then...my-my parents must be waiting for me," she replied softly as she got up from her place on the couch and walked through the dining room before turning back to face him, her hand leaning on the oak table. "So...I'll see you on Monday...4:00?"
"Yeah...Monday," he replied. He leant against the table as well and his fingertips brushing against hers, their hands barely touching; the two of them looked down to where their hands met.
His eyes studied her for a long time as if thinking over something in his mind before he sighed, decided to 'screw it', and pulled her towards him. In a matter of moments he was lifting her onto the dining room table.
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She sighed as she looked towards the skylight at the clouds; who would have thought she would ever see such a sight from inside someone's bedroom? She winced as she lay on her back the wrong way, her body protesting the movement. Suffice to say, having sex on a table hurt. She giggled as she pulled the sheet to herself and smiled when Darien returned to the bedroom, catapulting himself onto the bed.
"What took you so long? What were you doing?" she beamed at him lazily as she sat up, hugging the sheet to her body.
"God, if I were a painter...I would have to capture this moment." She arched her brow, as she looked at him; he had a knowing grin on his face.
"You know...I find it highly coincidental, that when I try to figure out what you're up to...especially since I suspect it has something to do with sex, you start spouting poetry?"
He assumed a crawling position and came towards her like a panther on the prowl. It was amazing what you could find out about someone in about a five hour time span. "You know, we're going to have to spend less increments of time together...cause you seem to know too much about me," he growled.
"I think—I think that when it comes to sex, you're as open as a book," she replied playfully as he came closer.
"Sexy and witty...I really like that in a woman." His eyes were sensual yet secretive.
"Now I know you're up to something," she accused as she placed a finger on his chest to keep him from coming closer. He looked dangerously at the accusing finger before bending over and catching it between his teeth. "Hey...I'm serio-mmmm," she moaned as he placed it in his mouth and slid back slowly. "I'm the one who needs to stop spending time with you," she purred when he released her.
He smiled before looking at her nude body, clad in a white and yet sheer sheet, a fact he knew she had not realized, but something that he took secret enjoyment in. He pushed her back easily onto the bed before removing his robe, allowing it to drop easily behind him. She marveled at the sight of his body, his tight muscles; she blushed when she remembered him encouraging her to touch them the other night. She remembered when she gripped his shoulders after she orgasmed for the second time.
When he got up from the bed a while ago, saying he needed to do something and that he would be right back, she saw the marks and scratches on his back, asking him with concern where he had got them from. He laughed before telling her that she had done it last night. She hadn't realized that she had grasped him that hard. Just thinking back made her want him again, and she was already ready to accept him.
"Darien." She reached with outstretched hands for him; he smiled teasingly as his hands rested on her knees. He was definitely up to something.
"Close your eyes," he commanded. She looked at him skeptically, a little unsure before he continued. "I wouldn't hurt you, Serena." He didn't want to tell her what he was doing just yet, knowing that if she knew, she might be weary of allowing him to do it. Suffice to say, he taught her many things about whipped crème and oral sex that night.
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Serenity looked out the living room window through tearful and weary eyes. A tissue box set carefully in her lap and tissues neatly in a pile at her feet. She stared back at the clock just as she had for the past several hours as she waited for either father or daughter to return home.
And then the clock chimed, signaling that an hour had past; it was 6:00 pm.