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  Two Player Games

  (Corrupted Parts 5-8)

  by Jamie Klaire

  Copyright 2014

  ***Note- This story was previously published, under a different title and pen name. I'm consolidating all pen names into this one, please 'look inside' to be sure you haven't already read this title. Also, parts of this series were used in some of my short stories. Some character names and scenes were used in other shorts before I consolidated pen names.

  Warning- this story contains adult situations meant only for the enjoyment of those over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this work of fiction, you are stating that you are at least 18. All characters in this work of fiction are 18 or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not. This erotic story is a work of fiction, all characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and in this fictitious world bad ramifications for various sexual situations do not exist. In the real world-always practice safe, sane and consensual sex.

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  Chapter 1

  When Worlds Collide

  It had been more than a year and a half since I last walked into this bar with a date, and I was nervous as hell. I liked Roger. I mean really liked him. We'd had a few dates, but this was my first time introducing him to my bar. And by my bar, I meant Caleb. My two worlds were about to collide, and I could only hold my breath and hope the results wouldn't be disastrous.

  You see, Caleb was my ex. I ended our wild, erotic, roller-coaster of a relationship inside this bar the night I found out what really happened at his birthday party. The birthday party I hadn't gone to, because I was in love with him.

  It was a long story, but the short version was that girl meets boy, girl decides the relationship is going nowhere, so girl invites boy to try a swinger's club with her. Brilliant move I know, but I had been painfully curious to see what went on in there. My friends went all the time, and after hearing their stories I wanted to see for myself.

  I figured who better to play with than someone you didn't care about. That way he could be my bodyguard slash playmate, but if things happened, well… then no one's feelings get hurt. One visit led to another, and soon I realized that protecting my heart hadn't worked at all and I was in love with him.

  Once I realized I was in love with him, I didn't want to go to those bars with him anymore. I was ready to settle down, get married, have two point five kids and a dog and leave the wild party scene behind. Actually, if I was being honest with myself, I liked that scene too. If we had gone slow, dipping our toes in and staying at a comfortable depth, I don't think we would have had a problem continuing.

  But we didn't. We jumped into the deep end with our eyes shut, and to carry the water metaphor to its end- I started drowning and Caleb was a natural swimmer. He liked it. A lot. He liked the ladies, he liked the fantasy, and he had no interest in settling down. Ever. Kids and a white picket fence were not in his future.

  Over the past many months, Caleb and I have found a way to co-exist in this bar. Actually, we do better than to just co-exist. We are friends. He is still hot, and I still get flashbacks of our times together, but we have evolved into a very comfortable, flirtatious, harassment-filled friendship. He hints all the time that if I ever want him back, all I have to do is ask. OK, maybe he isn't quite that subtle about it. Usually he says something like, "You and I were good together, amazingly good. How about we blow this place off, you come home with me, and I remind you of each and every way we were good together?"

  I usually blush, roll my eyes, and reply with, "I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind at all."

  Caleb being Caleb usually says, "If she does mind, she doesn't have to join us. She can just watch."

  Caleb has been in an on again/off again relationship for about six months now. Her name is Ashlee. She looks like an Ashlee, petite, blonde and too perky. She even pops her gum. In a bar. I tease Caleb that it's because she is too young to drink. She isn't but she looks it. He teases me back by saying that if I would teach her my oral skills, she could put her mouth to better use than popping her gum.

  It has been hard watching Caleb with Ashlee. I know I'm the one who ended it, but I'd had good reason. And I had moved on as well. Which brings us back to Roger.

  I watch Roger cross the bar toward me carrying our drinks. He is almost as tall as Caleb, and as good looking in his own way. Where Caleb is solid and barrel-chested, Roger is lean and sleek. Caleb looks like your stereotypical cop, which he is, but Roger looks like a runner- he's fit, tight and moves with a coiled animal grace. Roger had put in his time as a Marine, and it showed. He held himself proudly. It was easy to picture him in his dress blues, which I did often. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a man in uniform.

  I had seen pictures of Roger in uniform but he was out of the service before I met him. As I watched him come closer I wondered if he would put it on for me. Maybe dress up for me like us women put on lingerie for them. Maybe I'll ask him, later on as the relationship progresses. We hadn't gotten naked yet, but as I looked him over I knew the time was coming.

  As sexy as Roger is, he has this sweet nerdiness about him. He doesn't quite fit in here. He is the consummate gentleman, and a good dancer, but he seems somehow above all of this petty bar stuff. He's not judgmental by any means, and he knows how to have a good time. He just sticks out a bit, like a seasoned man in a crowd full of overgrown college boys. Like he gets it, has been there, but also holds the knowledge that there is more to life than the next great party.

  "Did you know you've made an enemy in this bar?" Roger asked me as he handed me a drink.

  "Excuse me?"

  "I was cornered at the bar getting our drinks, and warned away from you."

  "By who?" Was my outraged reply.

  He pointed her out. Ashlee. I was surprised. I knew she didn't like me much, for obvious reasons, but this was her first overt show of hostility. "What did she say?"

  "She said I should watch out for you, that you have a tendency to be a ball buster. You lead people on, flirt with them, take them home and then drop them. She said you make men fall for you and then tear their hearts out. She also said you indiscriminately go home with anyone who asks you, and you've been known to break up marriages and cause bar fights."

  I looked at Roger in stunned silence for a second, and then busted out laughing. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I started with amused giggles and the more I ran Ashlee's words through my head the harder I laughed. I backed up and sat down on a bar stool to stop myself from falling down.

  Every time I tried to stop and talk, to ask Roger if he was pulling my leg, I just laughed harder. When I could finally talk, my face was covered in laughing tears and my stomach ached with the efforts of my muscles.

  "I take it you don't agree with her assessment?" Roger asked, quietly amused by my response.

  "I'm surprised she didn't add that I kill Dalmatian puppies and wear their fur as a coat. That was the funniest thing I have ever heard. Although I think she needs to look up the term ball buster, because it doesn't fit anything she said after it. Oh wow, bar fights and marriages huh? How do I find the time?"

  That made Roger laugh. "I take it she is the one dating your ex?"

  "How could you tell?"

  I had filled Roger in on what he was walking into tonight. I have this weird thing about not appreciating being a part of swirling underground currents. I don't like when you can tell that everyone around you knows something you don't, and it makes you feel stupid and outside the group, so I tried to make sure Roger didn't feel like that here.

  "What else did she say?" I asked him,
still recovering.

  "She said I should be careful, because all you wanted from a man was to take him home, ride him like a racehorse, make him fall deeply in love with you and that you would take everything you could get from me, leaving me broken, exhausted and unsure of what the hell had just happened."

  "Wow, that was a hell of a conversation for a drink run. You don't believe her do you? What did you say back to her?"

  "I said exactly what I was thinking."

  "Which was?"

  "God, I hope that's the case, I could use some of that."

  I laughed hard again at that, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. When we came up for air I said, "I think you and I are going to get along just fine." And then I kissed him again.

  Later on that evening I ran into Caleb on my way back from the bathroom. I didn't sugarcoat my words, with Caleb I didn't have to. I gave it to him with both barrels. "Your little bitch of a girlfriend needs to watch her mouth."

  He knew me well, and knew for a fact I didn't get vicious for no reason. Caleb's response was instantaneous. "What did she do?"

  I told him everything Roger had told me. His response was similar to mine- incredulous at her accusations, knowing not a single word was true, and pissed at her for making them. He did laugh at her assessment of me, teasing me about being a home wrecking ball buster.

  "I'm serious Caleb. I'll let her slide this one time, because of you. But another show like that and I will own her." I said, once the teasing had passed.

  "If she only knew how quickly I would dump her ass for you, if you would let me."

  "I think she does know that Caleb," I said uncomfortably. "I think that knowledge is exactly what drove her. You would think she would want me to be happily away from you."

  I teased him some more, lightly brushing off his leaving her for me comments. We had a nice friendship going now, but sometimes Caleb's remarks hit too close to home. I liked our friendship, and I wanted to keep it friendly. We had shared a lot, and I didn't want it to turn ugly or uncomfortable.

  "So, when are you going to introduce me to the new guy?" Caleb elbowed me in the side, reminding me of the night we met by doing so.

  "No time like the present. Come on, I'll introduce you to Roger. I hope Ashlee is watching, I think irritating her may become my favorite new pastime."

  "His name is Roger? Seriously?"

  "Are you going to play nice?"

  "Yes, of course. Roger that."

  "Fuck you." I said, leading him to our table.

  The guys shook hands, circling each other and smelling each other's asses like dogs new to the pack. Just kidding. Kind of. They made small talk, and soon Caleb wandered off back to his table. Roger and I made the most of the rest of the night. We danced some and visited a lot. I introduced him to a few more of my bar friends, and other than the little Ashlee incident, everything went pretty well.

  Chapter 2

  Detour

  Riding home with Roger in the dark of night was comfortable and quiet. Music was playing low and the steady throbbing of the engine added to the lingering effects of the alcohol to lull me into a relaxed, contemplative mood. I sat close to Roger on the bench seat in his pick-up. Our thighs pressed together and he drove with his left hand on the wheel and his right arm draped around me. I snuggled into him, resting my head on his shoulder as we mulled over the events of the evening aloud.

  I assumed he was taking me home. We had been dating a few weeks now, and although our goodnight kisses had morphed into a few steamy, topless, goodnight make-out sessions on our respective couches, I had always gone home or kicked him out at an almost reasonable time of night. I was thinking tonight that might change. Tonight, when he gallantly walked me to my door and made me weak with wanting from his kiss, I just might pull him inside and keep him until morning.

  As we continued to make mindless small talk as he drove, I reveled in the feel of his muscular thigh under my hand. It was innocently resting there, just from our close proximity, but as his right leg shifted back and forth from the gas pedal to the brake in the act of driving, his muscles tightened and relaxed. Clenched and then loosened. I was imagining what he looked like naked when I realized he had asked me a question.

  "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

  "I asked if you were having fun." He said, and then he clenched and released his leg muscle quickly three times in a row, making his muscle dance under my palm in the way that guys make their chest muscles dance when they are showing off. I felt my face flush hot, I guess I hadn't been as subtle about enjoying the feel of him as I had thought.

  "I was just…" I started to say.

  "I know what you were just… Do you really think I needed to speed up and slow down quite as much as I have been? It's the middle of the night, there isn't any traffic." He smiled down at me with humor in his voice.

  I smiled back at him, embarrassed to be caught. I wasn't sure why I was suddenly so shy around him, but I felt like an awkward teenager.

  He was right, there was no traffic to speak of. We were taking the back way home and there was nothing out here but trees, deer, possum and moonlight. The road was a long and winding one, seldom used anymore. Only the locals even knew of its existence.

  It was starting to mist and the occasional swish of the windshield wiper added another soothing sound to the atmosphere. As he drove, the light rain falling in front of us caught the glare of the headlights, making it look like we were driving through space, the stars scattering to let us by.

  When I was younger we used to go deer spotting in these woods. We would drive slowly down this road with one person holding a spotlight toward the trees. We would count how many critters we found. Deer, skunks, raccoons and possum were the norm. Rabbits too. Before it fully got dark you could usually watch the lightning bugs flit around in the tall grasses, blinking a personal light show just for you.

  I mentioned my thoughts to Roger and he smiled his own remembrance. "Yeah, I love it around here. My best friend and I used to camp close by. It is beautiful country."

  A few quiet minutes later I changed the subject again. "Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed being there with you, showing you my bar and introducing you to some of my friends. That place has been my Friday night hang-out for quite a while now."

  "I had fun. Thanks for letting me take you, for sharing it with me. I know you were nervous about it, but I liked seeing you where you are comfortable. In your element, so to speak. And I like your friends. Well, except maybe Ashlee." He teased.

  "Ashlee is not my friend. Obviously." I sighed and said, "I just wish we had gotten to dance more. You and I, not Ashlee." I corrected, beating him to the punch with a small giggle. "With all the introductions and small talk, and of course the always present bar drama, I didn't get to dance with you nearly as much as I had hoped."

  I felt Roger's leg muscles move under my hand again, slowing the truck down. I turned my attention toward the windshield, trying to spot the reason for our sudden change of speed. "What's wrong?" I asked, as we came to a complete stop on the side of the road. The right two tires were deep into the grassy shoulder, leaving plenty of room if anyone else needed to pass, which would be rare this time of night.

  Instead of answering me, Roger put the truck in park, unhooked his seat belt, cranked up the song on the radio and opened his door. He slid out his side as I watched him, totally confused. "What are you doing?" I asked.

  He stood just outside the truck, misting raindrops already dampening his hair, and he extended his arm out to me. "May I have this dance?"

  I looked at him for a moment, and then smiled wide. He was asking me to dance. On the side of the road, in the middle of the night, in the misting rain. My heart melted, and I quickly scrambled out to join him before he could change his mind.

  I put my hand in his and he led me around to the front of his truck. He turned to face me and smiled as he pulled me close. His eyes glowed with warmth as he wrapped his arms around my wa
ist. I felt my own smile answering his as I slid my arms up and around his neck.

  The night was still, with the rain quieting the woods. I could hear the music playing, and I let Roger take the lead. The light from his truck's headlights spotlighted us, and in the brightness I watched the raindrops fall softly on our skin.

  As the cooling rain fell in the woods around us, still warm from the heat of the day, it caused a light fog to slowly roll out from the tall grasses and blur the edge of the road. When the drops hit the truck's hot engine they hissed softly, adding to the fog. The headlights were bright and aimed directly at us, so the glare illuminated us, but made it hard to see anything past each other. It felt like we were the only people for miles. Actually, we probably were. Even the critters were already bedded down for the night.

  The soft strains of the radio played on and Roger and I swayed together, lost in the moment. "As much as I have enjoyed tonight, I have been longing to get you alone. I like having you all to myself." Roger leaned in, whispering into my ear.

  The warmth of his breath against the cool skin of my neck made chills run down my body. The chills were followed by a shock of electric heat as he pulled the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nipping the sensitive skin. I felt a sigh escape from between my lips as his mouth explored the skin just behind my ear.

  I turned my face toward his, my lips seeking the same treatment. When my mouth found his I felt his teeth nip sharply at my bottom lip before his lips covered mine. I opened my lips under his, his tongue sliding inside, hot and seeking. His kiss was sweet, longing with a hint of barely suppressed passion. His hands slid up my back, from around my waist to my shoulder blades, pressing me into him. I rose to the tips of my toes to be just that much closer to the warmth of his mouth.

  I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and met the need in his kiss with a need of my own. His hands found their way from my shoulders to my face. He slid his strong hands into my hair, his thumbs in front of the ears he had just been nibbling on. Holding me in a firm grip, his mouth continued to move expertly over mine. I slid my hands down over the front of him, fingers spread wide to feel every possible inch as I grazed his chest, down to his waist, and then around behind him. I gripped his lower back, feeling his muscles move under my hands as he continued the kiss.