On the Clock
6 AM
It was something I had told myself I wasn’t ever going to do ever again. I picked up the phone and I dialed a certain number.
I ended the call without pressing the send button. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t care if it was morning. I felt like crap. Probably looked like crap. What I needed was to go home and go to sleep. I didn’t need to making this call.
Aw, shoot. Who the hell was I kidding. I knew what I needed. I punched the number in again. I hesitated. My finger hovered over the send key and then I let it fall.
One ring. Two rings. Three—
The phone picked up.
I punched the key to end the call and then I stood there looking at my phone. What the fuck was this?
I knew the number I’d called. It was still there in my memory. I hadn’t made a mistake. It was right there. I dialed the number again.
One ring. Two—
Again, that same voice, this time live and not an answering machine version. “What the fuck,” I said.
I recognized that voice. It was the same one that had started me off on this roller coaster ride. It was the same one that had taunted me in the middle of the Quad yesterday afternoon. Had it only been that short a time. Less than 24 hours. I shook my head. A lot had changed in 24 hours.
And a lot was going to change in the next few minutes. I hopped in my car. When I got over there, I was going to be busting someone’s head for what he’d made me do.
Or at least that’s what I thought I was going to do, but when I got over there, when I started banging on Ken’s door and when the door finally opened, that’s not what happened.
Oh, I started beating on the man who opened it. I mean, I hit him hard. “You fuckin’ ass hole. How could you do this to me? I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you. I swear to God I’m going to fuckin’ kill you.”
Ken was completely taken aback. I mean, he had to be because all of the sudden, here was this wild woman on his front doorstep saying she was going to kill him. If I’d been him, I would have been surprised too.
Ken’s my ex-boyfriend. He and I started dating almost from the time I came here and now, I’d just called him up. It was him. It was Ken. It was Ken who’d done this to me. It was Ken who’d made me want to fuck all the time.
I’m not sure if Ken was trying to push me out of the apartment or pull me in, but somehow, he got a hand around one of my wrists but that didn’t keep me from slugging him with the other hand. “You bastard,” I screamed. “You bastard. You fuckin’ son of a bitch.”
“Stacy,” he said. “Stacy. Listen to me. Stacy. Come on. Listen to me. Stacy.”
Maybe I was just tired. Maybe there was something in his voice but I listened and the voice I heard, it wasn’t the one on the phone.
“What the hell is going on here, Stace?”
Okay, I’ll admit it. I really started to cry.
“What’s wrong,” Ken was saying. “What’s wrong?”
That’s when it all started to tumble out of me. Once I got going, I just couldn’t stop. I told Ken everything. I’m not sure how much of it he got, but I was letting it all hang out.
And he held me. Right then and there, more than anything, that was what I needed. He held me. He held me and he stroked my hair and I could feel myself starting to relax just for a moment until I realized why I’d come here in the first place.
“Oh shit, Ken. When I called here, I heard the guy’s voice on your phone?”
“On my phone?”
“I was sure of it. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I was sure I heard it here. Is there anyone staying here with you? Anyone I don’t know?”
Ken shook his head. “Just Dave,” he said.
Dave was Ken’s roommate. I knew Dave. The voice on the phone wasn’t him but I had to be sure. “Can we ... can we wake him up?”
“Gee, I don’t know about this, Stace.”
“Please.”
“You’re sure about this?”
I nodded.
Ken shook his head. “This is a really dumb idea,” I heard him mutter but he was walking down the hallway and then he was banging on Dave’s door. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, Dave. Wake up, man. Stace is here and she wants to talk with you.”
I don’t think Dave wanted to get up. It wasn’t even 6:00 yet. I knew I wouldn’t have wanted to get up, but Ken kept banging on his door until Dave finally opened the door. “Do you know what fuckin’ time it is,” he said. “This had better be damned good.”
But I could tell it wasn’t him. All I had to do was hear his voice and I knew it wasn’t either one of them but I had to tell the story again so I did.
Dave was awake now. “Let me see your phone,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Let me see your phone.”
I handed my cell over and he looked up the last number called, then he picked up the handset on the counter and he shook his head. “They’re not the same.”
“What’s not the same?”
“Your phone says you called us, twice, just like you said you did, but when I look at our phone, it doesn’t show a call received from your number.”
I took the phone from him. He was right. My phone had the two calls but their’s didn’t. So where the heck had my calls gone.
I think Dave was thinking pretty much the same thing. “Anyone get a hold of your phone without you knowing it.”
“You know me, Dave. I pretty much got my phone on me all the time.”
“Yeah, but hey, you had it with you when you were at the party, right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So maybe he did something to fuck with your phone. You know, like call forwarding or something.”
“Hey, that could be,” Ken chimed in. “Hey. Wait a minute. If he touched your phone, that probably means you’ve got his fingerprints on your phone. You could figure out who he is.”
“Could be,” Dave agreed.
“Guys,” I said and when they wouldn’t stop talking, I said it again. “Guys.”
“What?”
“I been on this phone all night long, and besides, I wouldn’t even know how to dust a phone for prints.”
“Then go to a police lab or something.”
“And tell them what? Hey, I have to fuck every hour on the hour. Can you check and see if someone’s touched my phone.”
“It’s worth a try.”
“Yeah, couldn’t hurt.”
“Guys, I’ve had some pretty wild ideas this past night and I may be tired, but even I know that one’s not going to fly. Hell, Dave here just touched my phone. They’d be more likely to pick up his prints than anyone else’s.”
“Fine,” said Ken.
“Yeah, whatever,” Dave agreed. “We were just trying to help.”
“And I appreciate it,” I told them. “I really do. It’s just that you don’t know everything I’ve had to do so far. Hell, I was even in an apartment with a dead guy. I’d never seen a dead guy before. That was ... that was weird.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. I really don’t. You know why I called here.”
Dave shook his head. “Why?”
“You know how desperate I am? You know how Ken and I broke up, right? Pretty ugly, right?”
Dave nodded.
“Things are so desperate that I was willing to come back around and let Ken here fuck me.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad.”
I stared at my ex. “I’m telling you the truth. I don’t like you but I knew if I gave you the chance, I knew you’d do it. I knew you’d fuck me.”
“Yeah, probably,” Dave said.
“Hey, who’s side are you on.”
“Come on, you know how you feel about her. You know you’d do her in an instant if she let you.”
“Guys,” I said.
The two of them were bickering back and forth amongst themselves like a couple of little girls. “Guys.” Still nothing.
“Guys.”
“What,” said Dave.
“Yeah what,” said Ken.
“It’s 5:57. I don’t have the strength to keep running.”
“What? You mean now.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care how it happens. I’m going to do one of you or both of you. I don’t care. I just gotta fuck.”
The guys were looking back and forth between them as if they couldn’t really believe it. “You’re serious,” Dave said.
“Yeah, I’m serious.” It was 5:58.
“I’m in,” said Ken.
“You’re always in,” said Dave.
“So now you want in, too.”
“Guys,” I said. “Guys ... guys”
“What?”
“Yeah what?”
“It’s 5:59. I’m giving up, so who wants me.”
Two hands went up even as the clock flicked over to 6:00.
I moaned. “You guys are so fuckin’ lucky,” I said as I stripped my top off.
The guys were just standing there staring at me as I reached behind me and slipped off my bra. Hell, as horny as they knew I was, you would have thought they would be getting undressed, too, but the two idiots were just standing there staring at me.
“Come on,” I said. “I’m taking my clothes off, guys. Aren’t you going to take yours off, too?”
Dave was the first to move. The guy was only wearing pajama bottoms which was great for me because all he had to do was strip those off and I found out what else he wasn’t wearing. No underwear.
“Hey, no fair,” said Ken.
I already had my skirt off and I had no intention of playing fair. I was going to take the first dick I could get my hands on and I didn’t much care whose dick it was.
“Oh fuck.” That was Ken hurryin’ to strip off his robe and his night clothes. I knew he was racin’ to catch up.
I already had my panties off and I had my hand wrapped around Dave’s cock. “I think you know where I want this,” I said.
Dave shoved me up against one of the bar stools and I knew where he wanted to be. I wasn’t so much sitting in the seat as I was leaning against its edge and Dave was trying to push his way between my legs. Actually, Dave didn’t have to try all that hard because once I saw what he wanted, I was more than willing to let him in.
I couldn’t help but moan as I took Dave between my legs. I moaned again and all the while, I knew Ken was watching. It served him right, I thought. If he’d wanted to get his cock inside me, he should have been faster which just goes to show that fast isn’t always bad.
“Hey, man, come on. Let me in there.”
Dave wasn’t buying it. He had his cock between my legs and he wasn’t about to give up his spot. “Get your own pussy,” he told Ken.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Ken said.
“Ex-girlfriend,” Dave corrected him and I couldn’t have agreed more. Ken certainly didn’t have any better claim over me than any other guy.
Ken was trying to take his appeal to a higher court. “Come on, Stace,” the guy said. “Let me in there. Let me fuck you, too.”
I was too busy moaning to pay Ken much attention.
“Come on, Stace.”
I just kept on moaning. As far as I was concerned, I had all I needed with Dave’s cock. I didn’t need Ken.
Dave was starting to moan as he worked his way between my legs and unfortunately, I knew what that meant. My pussy was definitely responding to his cock but it seemed as if his cock was responding even more quickly to my pussy.
I couldn’t help it. I didn’t care if he did cum early. After all, it wasn’t like his was the only cock I had had. He was going to cum and I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to cum in my pussy.
“Fuck,” the guy groaned. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“You going to cum,” I asked even as his dick continued to work its way between my legs.
“Yeah,” the boy groaned, and then he moaned again. “Yeah!”
I closed my eyes because I knew what was coming and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it.
“Yeah,” the boy groaned and even as he did, I felt it, the feel of his cock as it surged between my legs.
I couldn’t help myself. In the state I was in, I couldn’t help but like having Dave cum inside me. Problem was I still hadn’t cum. Solution was there was still Ken.
Ken knew what I was thinking. “Oh, so now you’re ready for me,” he said petulantly. “Shit, I ought to tell you no.”
“Come on, Ken,” I said. “You know what my situation is. You know I need it. Why aren’t you going to help me out?”
“I know what you say your situation is but how do I know for sure?”
“Come on, Ken. Would I have come here if I wasn’t totally desperate?”
“She’s got a point there, man.”
“You stay out of this, Dave.”
“Hey, man, I’m just saying she’s got a point. You and her, you guys broke up pretty hard, you know.”
“Yeah, so maybe that’s why I’m doing what I’m doing now.”
So that was what he wanted. He wanted to make me work for it. Lucky for me, I was willing to do just that. I wrapped a hand around his dick. “Come on, Ken, you know you want to fuck me. It’s been such a long time. You can’t tell me you don’t want to stick your dick in me again, you know, just for old time’s sakes.”
“She got a point there, man.”
“You shut up,” Ken said.
“I’m just saying, man. I’m just saying.”
“Come on, Ken,” I begged. “You know you want to do it. Get me flat on my back and pull my legs up. Get me to expose my pussy for you. Get me to beg for it and you know I’ll do it, Ken, because I need your cock so bad.”
“Yeah right. That’s just the hypnosis stuff they did to you. That’s not really you talking.”
“And what if it is,” I said. “You get to fuck me again. What about it, Ken. One last fuck for old times sake.”
“Yeah right, but you know what I really want.”
“I’ll give you what you want,” I told him. “I’ll ride your cock just like you want me to.”
“Well—”
I didn’t really want to ride his cock but I knew I wasn’t going to get what I needed if I didn’t. “Come on.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Ken. Ple-e-e-e-e-ease.” I hated begging, especially when it came to Ken, but I knew I’d do even worse if I had to.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Ken. You know I love it when you stuff your big, fat cock inside me.” Actually, I knew what he really loved was when I talked like a porn star and called his cock big and fat. I could tell he was wavering.
“Maybe.”
I gave his cock a squeeze and then I gave it another. “Come on, Ken. Don’t say maybe. Say yes. You know you want to.”
“I guess,” he said, “but this time, you’re going to ride it, and you’re going to tell me just how much you like my cock.”
Ken didn’t know what a dangerous game he was playing. Sooner or later if he kept putting me off, sooner or later, I was going to end up just throwing him down and fucking his brains out but since he now seemed amenable, I was pretty much willing to go along with whatever he wanted. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I told him.
Ken took me to the couch and not to his room. That was probably as much for Dave as for anyone else. Ken had always said how much he thought I had a cute ass and I knew he liked it when other guys admired my ass, too, especially when he knew they couldn’t have it so the bastard was probably going to do me right there on the couch so he could make Dave watch.
And Dave was watching too. I knew he was watching me mount Ken’s body and I knew he was watching me reach between my legs. I knew he was watching as I led Ken’s cock to my already sopping, wet pussy.
I pressed my pussy against the head of Ken’s cock and then I pushed myself down.
Ken let out a low groan. He’d always loved getting his cock ridden but perhaps he’d loved it a little too much. It seemed as if the moment you got up on top of him, almost immediately, he was cumming big time so if the best he could manage was a low groan, then I figured he had to be getting some new pussy from somewhere and the way I had it figured, that was good for him.
“Fuck,” Ken groaned. “Fuck. Oh geez. You always did do that so good, Stace.”
“Better than your new girl,” I asked.
I almost laughed at the reaction that got but it would have spoiled the mood but I’d always liked surprising Ken. Ken said he thought I was psychic or something with some of the stuff I knew, but I knew differently. I was just a girl, a very perceptive girl, and now I was a very perceptive girl who was riding a cock.
I could feel my need beginning to respond to the dick inside me. It wasn’t satisfied yet, but it was getting there and Ken’s cock was holding steady. The boy must have been getting a whole lot of pussy.
Ken groaned. “Damn, this was good. Shit, this was always good. My sister always said you were a bitch for what you did to me, but she didn’t understand this.”
Just so long as I got to keep riding Ken’s cock, Ken’s sister could say whatever she liked about me. Hell, I’d never met the girl so who the hell was she to judge me, but Ken’s cock, now that was what I wanted. That was all I needed.
I moaned again. There was no doubt about it. Ken was getting me closer, and now, there was something new.
I turned and looked over my shoulder and there was Dave, holding his cock even as he stroked a hand over my ass. “How about we add something else,” he said.
I groaned. I couldn’t help myself. I knew what he had in mind. It wasn’t what I had in mind but between the two of them, as long as they were willing to give me what I needed, I knew I was pretty much at their mercy.
My pussy was still bouncing up and down on Ken’s cock. It was the only thing that kept me safe at least for the moment. Keep that ass moving. Keep it a moving target and maybe it wouldn’t get a cock inside there.
But the boys weren’t about to be so easily deterred. Dave’s hand pressed down on the small of my back keeping my pussy pretty stable on Ken’s cock and at the same time, Ken’s cock gave me three hard thrusts. For the moment, (and only for the moment,) Dave’s cock was forgotten as Ken made me moan but then I felt it, Dave’s cock sliding between my cheeks and I knew what was going to happen. I settled myself in for the inevitable.
If having one cock inside me filled me up, then having two did more than that. It wasn’t like there was just double the cock. It was more. I was stuck. I was impaled. I couldn’t move.
Dave had his hands on my hips and fortunately, he decided to take it easy on me. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d fucked me hard. Bleed, probably. As it was, he pretty much had me feeling more stuffed than I ever could have imagined.
Ken was just lying there groaning. He wasn’t doing much with his cock anymore. He was just leaving it where it was and he was letting Dave do all the work.
Ken was about to cum. I knew it. Ken was about to cum and so was I. It was what I wanted. It was what I needed.
“Yeah, baby,” Dave was saying. “Yeah, baby. You like this. You like this. You like this, don’t you.”
I hadn’t realized how close he was or maybe it was just where he was now but Dave was ready to come again.
“Yeah, baby,” Dave was saying again. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. You like this. You like it, don’t you.”
I’d been with Ken long enough that I already knew what Ken was going to do so it was Dave that had my attention. My back arched and then I looked back at him. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Come on, Dave. Fuck me.”
Dave didn’t need to be told twice and from the way he was groaning, I kind of figured, he wasn’t going to need to be told often. In fact, the real question wasn’t if he was going to cum inside me, but who was going to do it first.
And the answer was Ken. He might have had his little girlfriend on the side but his dick still loved my pussy and there was only so much his cock could take of having me ride him before his cock gave in to the inevitable but Dave wasn’t far behind and with the two of them cumming, well you knew I was cumming, too.
6:00 and I’d been fucked again. For a moment there, I thought I’d caught the guy who did this to me but for the moment, I was good enough with my 6:00 fuck.