The Perfect Game [Fiction]

[NikkiBlue]

--My first story written on getDare, depending how this one goes I may write more!

And just because I couldn't think of anything more original than my own religious name as a name for the main character, I might as well let you know, it's pronounced "ruh-ven-uh", not "ray-veen-ah", or "ruh-veen-ay" or even "ray-vayn-ah."
No, just pronounce it with a nice Midwest accent and nobody gets hurt. It is "ruh.ven.uh."
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Ravena Moondown stood in the garage of a friend, her fourth and last Bacardi of the night in her hand. She was talking to Casey. And, apparently, a friend of his. Jason McLouden, to be specific. Jason was a good six foot tall, at least. Or, at least a bit taller than her own meager 5'4". His eyes were gray and he had a musician's beard going on. They had been flirting for the past hour while Ravena's current boyfriend shot smoldering glares at both of them from across the room.

She had come to the party so she could babysit her boyfriend's children. But she told him at sunset she was done. THere were other kids there, after all, and other women who were not interested in drinking. So they could watch them. And so she had set out to make her boyfriend jealous. He hadn't paid attention to her for the past few weeks. She had come to the party and found her target. Or, he had found her. Probably because she was the youngest, prettiest, and most well-endowed girl there. He wasn't so bad himself, she thought, though her mind was rather slow to put the thought together. Before she knew it, he had asked her to go outside with him.

Sitting out on the tailgate of Jason's truck, Ravena looked up at the sky. "There's no stars. We're not in that big of a town. How come there's no stars?" She asked, looking at the man sitting next to her.

"There are. They're just...not in the sky." He replied, looking pointedly at her. Any other time she would have put him off for stupid pick up lines. But just at that moment, she didn't care.

"Oh? And where are they, then? Since you seem to know who has taken them." Ravena asked, leaning towards him a little, her already pouty lips puckering ever so slightly.

"Well, that's just it, I thought they were in your eyes, but--it seems that boyfriend of yours has put them away somewhere." Jason said, looking at her lips as he spoke.

"Ah. I see. Well, do you think there's anything you can do to bring them back again?" She asked, tilting her head playfully. She regretted the movement though, as it caused her to lose her balance and nearly fall.

"I know of a few ways, but they are reserved for good kissers." He replied, looking away.

"Oh, so I'm not a good kisser?" Ravena demanded, her eyebrows rushing together defensively.

"I don't know, I haven't kissed you yet." Jason murmured, turning his face back towards her.

"Well...then I dare you to do so!" She laughed, tilting her head back a little. She didn't expect Jason to really kiss her. But before she knew it, his lips were upon hers. And stayed that way for a good two or three minutes before she broke away. Just as she broke away, her boyfriend walked out of the house.

"I'm taking the kids home, let's go." He yelled from across the street. Looking at her new-found interest she smiled quickly, winked, then looked back towards the street light that was oh-so-bright.

"No, I'm staying here." She called back. After an unpleasant exchange that was yelled back and forth, her boyfriend decided to go home and leave her there. She was told to find another place to sleep. The order didn't really bother her though. She would have somewhere to sleep-and it would be with Jason. If she played her cards right.

After flirting a bit longer, Jason helped her down and she went around to the front of the truck by herself. She didn't feel very good. Maybe the six beers that had followed...wait, was it six? No, only two or three. No, more than that....oh, my goddess, how much had she been drinking? No matter. It all started coming back up. Jason was at her side in an instant, pulling her hair back as she vomited for a few minutes straight.

After Ravena was done, Jason asked if she was ok and let her go. she walked a few steps, then laid down in the ditch. It was damp, and cool, and oh so soft. It felt like hours, but was only seconds, before hands were pulling her up.

"Nhh...nhhh!" She protested. "Dark....tired..." She said, but to no avail. They were talking about...wait, what was it? Oh, yeah. They were going to call somebody to take them home. Her, too? Yes, her too. Oh thank Goddess. No more bright lights, no more loud noise...just bed. Oh, and Jason. Must. Have. Jason.

Soon, a white truck pulled up. Jason got in and she was hoisted up into his lap. Then the truck started moving. Trying to keep her eyes open only made her nauseous. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against Jason's strong, capable chest.

It didn't seem like the truck turned at all after she was nestled against Jason. She later would not recall even moving. All she knew was that, when the truck stopped, she moved to the window and vomited. How ladylike, waiting until the truck had stopped to be sick in front of three men she didn't know. Oh, there it was. A trailer. Home.

Jason carried her in like she weighed no more than a rag doll. He set her down on the loveseat, then sat next to her, a bowl somehow appearing in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

"Drink slowly." He commanded her, putting the glass to her lips. Slow was not in her vocabulary at the moment, though. She downed half the glass of water, then suddenly pushed the glass away and threw up everything she had just consumed into the bowl. She looked up at him. She was pagan, so...maybe he was a God. Sent to her this night to save her from an untimely death. Yes. He had the body of a god. Toned, and...tall, and strong. Nice hands, and a soft voice. She squirmed a little. Then he said something about putting her to bed. Bed?! No!

He picked her up and carried her back to a bedroom. As he was setting her down, she opened her eyes and talked sensibly for the first time in the past couple hours. "Please, no. Stay, I'm freezing...you're so warm..." She begged piteously, her auburn hair falling in satin layers on the pillow around her. He must have liked what he saw, because he took off his coat and layed next to her.

They laid in silence for awhile, then he looked at her. "You realize you can't leave until I do, right?" Jason asked, looking at her. Ravena opened her eyes and looked at him, then nodded and snuggled against him in a feline manner. "Well...as long as we both realize that, let's play a game."

"I don't wanna play a game tonight!" Ravena protested. She was tired. All she wanted was to sleep. Or ravage him. Or have him do so to her. It mattered not.

"Starting tomorrow morning then, you will be my pet until further notice." He whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe temptingly. "You do as I say, I take you home soon. You be a bad girl, and...well, there's no telling when you'll go home."

She shivered and looked at him drunkenly. "Say what?" And suddenly, it dawned on her. He didn't just want a one-night stand. This, she thought, was much, much better.

[BeX25]

I like this so far but I want to know what she has to do. Can not wait for the next part.

BeX

[Kitty]

i would love more like bex

[Trystaan]

Woah for a first story that is pretty dang good. Plenty of description and storyline. There may be a new writer emerging.

Please continue with the same standard as the first one

[NikkiBlue]

Thanks to all who commented, I love feedback. ^.^ Here is the second installment, and thanks for taking the time to read it.
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Jason waited until the girl laying next to him was sleeping before climbing carefully out of bed. She was attractive, no doubt, and obviously had class. It was a shame he would have to break her spirit. He pulled his coat back on and stepped outside the trailer for a smoke. The other two men looked at him through the window, their eyebrows raised. It was only then Jason remembered that he was allowed to smoke inside.

"Look," He said quietly, coming back through the door. "She's not like them. I can almost guarantee you that she's tight, clean, and at least a little naive." Giving the other two a conspiratory grin, he gestured with his hands. "Tomorrow we're taking her down to the usual spot--you know, in Gulfport, to the first club. Tomorrow she drops her supposed airs and becomes Dallas, from God only knows where, the fresh meat for the local men."

Even as he spoke, his mind filled with possibilities. Dallas MacLeland was going to take the local strip club scene by storm--if she was a bad girl tomorrow. And he'd make sure to set up impossible tasks. Talking to her tonight, he had learned some of her childish fears and phobias. Her thing about spiders, for instance. There was a woodshed just dying to be cleaned, and who else to clean it but Dallas? And she wanted him. As her Master, he needed no reason to do anything. Nor did he have to tell her what he expected of her. So when she woke up and tried coming on to him, well...Master is off limits. She would have to be punished.

Maybe that was a bit harsh, though. After all, she had never, to his knowledge,been trained to do this sort of thing before. He suddenly glanced up to realize the front of Dallas's size 4 panties were staring him in the face. He looked up at her and realized for the first time just how well endowed she was. Blame it on the lighting. "Are you ok?" He asked, standing up so that once again he stood a good few inches above her. She reached out and plucked at his sleeve, looking at the floor.

"I thought you were going to stay with me." She pouted, moving just a smidge closer to him. And suddenly he decided to give her a taste of what being with him was like. Pulling her to him, he looked down into her tired face.

"I'd hate to take advantage of a sweet but intoxicated person such as yourself." He murmured, laying the trap for her.

"But I'm not drunk." She protested, holding out her hands in proof. "Ten fingers, I see. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...ten." She counted, wiggling each finger as she counted it off. " I can count to ten, I'm sober." She argued, but it came out sounding "Ikin counta tin, I'ms obur."

He laughed and picked her up again, carrying her this time to the back of the trailer and a queen-sized water bed. She looked comical, laying there in the middle of the bed, but oddly raw, too, like earth that is overly fertile and has not yet been used for crops. Oh, but he expected a rich harvest. She turned her emerald eyes on him and reached her arms out. "I'm tired."

You won't be, after I get to you. Thought Jason, but he just smiled. Then proceeded to strip himself of his clothing and crawl into bed with her. As he caressed her, lulling her into security with sweet nothings spoken aloud and seemingly sincerely, he realized just what a prize she was. Not necessarily something he wanted to share. Her skin was like velvet milk, and it fairly glowed in the dim light. Her breasts were ample, and obviously natural, whiter still than the rest of her. Then his attention was drawn to her nipple area. Her areolas might be somewhat large, but her nipples were a light rosy pink, and absurdly tiny for the breasts that they adorned.

And, as he penetrated her, he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You're the tightest girl in the area, you know that?" Nevermind the startled look on her face. She just bit her lower lip and nodded. For an hour or so, he ravaged her as though his body couldn't get enough of her, and she responded in kind. Suddenly, though, she murmured a complaint about being sore and he stopped, as it was obvious both were too drunk to finish.

She collapsed next to him and again he waited until she fell asleep, then he took her to the living room and chained her to the leg of a couch, putting a blanket over her naked body on the dirty carpet of the trailer. She stirred momentarily, murmured sleepily about being stoned, then all was quiet again. The two other men had already gone to sleep. Before retiring himself, Jason left a brief note by Ravena's bed area. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

[BeX25]

WOW ! That turned me on..... Can not wait to hear what happens to Dallas. Keep feeding us more of this adictable story.
BeX