Chapter 2: Chapter 2

*Doorbell rings*

"Hold on!" Ingrid heard a deep voice coming from the other side. When the door opened, a tall guy with short black silky hair in a slicked back hair-do stood in front of her, shirtless. He looked to be roughly the same age as Ingrid; 22. He had a fair beard on his chin and a clean shave around his jaw line, not so bad looking.

He took a look at the suitcases she had with her, "Oh crap, did Ian send you here? I told him I'm not ready to date right now, I definitely won't commit to you, I'm sorry," the man said as he started to shut the door.

"Wait! Please, Wait, don't shut the door. Hi, I'm Ingrid Kramer, you are Clover Williams," Ingrid said desperately, staring at him. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Clover says. Ingrid gives off a soft smile before starting the story, "You were my senior from Intellect Harvest High school. I'm the girl that you gave a ride to when you found me walking home in the rain. It's fine if you don't remember, we can start over if...."

"Ahh! Now I remember, you were that red haired girl that didn't want to have sex with me even after I gave you my number," He chuckled and leaned against the wall. Clover was quite the attractive guy back in high school and every girl would have given anything to be touched by him, not Ingrid, at least not until desperation hit her. Given the chance, Ingrid would have thrown herself to any guy, but she didn't see the importance or why it even mattered to be in a "relationship" back then.

"So, what can I do for you, pretty mama?" There it was, that flirting tone that made Ingrid turn him down when he asked to sleep with her. Ingrid shut her eyes a little tight to bury that memory that caused a feeling of disgust. She looked up at him, her unique light hazel brown made him feel a little more humbled and more seduced than any part of her body, "I need a huge favour from you Clover, if you don't mind," she said.

Without a word, Clover opened the door to let her in. There was something about Ingrid, it must have been that angelic but seductive look in her eyes that made it hard for men to resist, something calm....

"I don't do a lot of cleaning so make yourself comfortable and have a seat," Clover said. He went to the fridge and grabbed two beers, he opened them from the sink so that whatever would spill accidentally would go down the drain.

Ingrid didn't want to be frail anymore, she had to gather up the courage to use her beauty to her advantage; to get what she wanted. 'I know I was born with the talent,' she thought to herself as she snuck up to lean on the kitchen counter before Clover could look in that direction.

"Do you plan on wearing a shirt to cover yourself?" Ingrid said as she pressed her chest on the counter, exposing her cleavage even more. Clover spun around so quickly because he thought he left her in the kitchen, "Well if you plan on creeping up on me like that again, I might just take advantage of not having my shirt on," He said, heading towards her with the two beer bottles. As he walked to her, Ingrid noticed that his eyes did, in fact, bounce from her face and to her chest area and back to her face.

It was working!

"So, what exactly is this favour you're asking for, from me?" Clover said as he took a sip. "Well, I need a place to stay, just for a little while, at least till I get a job and find my own house," Ingrid said in a soft voice, tilting her head in a cute manner so that the curls at the end of her hair would rest over her shoulders. "What about your friends? your family?" he asked. Ingrid didn't want to go into detail, but she did tell him that her family kicked her out, "I have no friends, you're the closest to a friend that I ever had Clover, I still remember the time you helped me," she says smoothly.

Clover sipped on his beer again, looking at her as she switched her beer bottle from hand to hand. He began to analyse her body, she was petit built, very beautiful and hard to resist. Her pink lips must have been calling out for his, he definitely could not resist. He looked her up and down and moved closer so that the only thing between them was the demarcating counter.

"What's in it for me, miss?" he asked as he lifted her chin up to his lips. Ingrid smiled and swayed herself away from his grasp, she slowly walked to the living room while fairly swinging her arms, "what do you want in return for my stay here? Rent? I'll pay. I could even take care of this apartment if you like, you know, clean it," Ingrid said. He walked out of the kitchen to meet her in the living room, his muscular body craving to press itself against hers.

"How about you pay me in a different way, something like....yourself," he says as he runs his fingers through her hair. She prepared herself for this, she knew that this is what it meant to start from nothing. She took a path and didn't want to think twice about it. It was the only way that she could allow herself to hatch from her frail and wimpy life, but first, she had to be honest....

"I've never given myself to anyone before, Clover," She whispered under her breath as he placed his hands on her hips, up and down from the waist to her butt. "You're serious?" Clover looked at her and saw her stern expression, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," He started to kiss her neck, she had to hold back her tears, she needed a place to stay just for a bit, until she found a job with a pay enough for her to leave this lustful maniac.

As he pulled the dress off of her, he spoke softly into her ears, "So you get to stay with me for as long as you like, but when I want it, you don't get to say no, am I right?" She nodded. She never imagined that her first time would turn out this way, but this is what she prepared herself for.

He carried her off the ground and into his bedroom. He placed her slowly on the bed, kissing her from her neck to her belly, tracing his fingers in between her legs so as to feel the texture of her laced underwear. Ingrid could see the excitement in his eyes, he wasn't bad, but he wasn't good enough. She had to think of all the times she thought of sleeping with a man she loved, and then she had to forget them, because the man that was about to penetrate her was not even close to the man of her dreams.

She felt a penetration, it wasn't huge, so she opened her eyes to see if it was his penis, thank goodness! Not yet, Just fingers.

He took off her bra gently and began to suck on her nipples as she lay there, unphased. He began to roll her underwear off of her body and slowly began to massage her clit. This was a whole new feeling to her, her body responded against her will. She didn't like this, She didn't want this, but she had to do this, "I have to do this," She kept telling herself.

He looked at her face flashed, "You are....pretty soaked," he chuckled as he took off his pants. Ingrid watched as he began to bite his bottom lip, he watched her lying there, his lust building up more and more. She smiled so that he could get harder. She didn't dare look down at him, she wasn't ready for that yet. "Do you want to suck it?" Clover asked, "Oh, how about we do that for our round two?" Ingrid suggested, 'am I serious? Round two?! It's my first time! I might not even make it!' She thought to herself.

Clover was happy to hear her say that, and so he immediately pulled her up and turned her around. Ingrid thought that they'd be making smooth love, why did he turn her over in that manner? She didn't want to question, she wanted to learn how it works first before she could give her preferences.

He spread her legs enough for him to penetrate her body with his dick. "I hope you're ready," he said as he nibbled her ear. He drove himself inside causing Ingrid to wince. She had no idea that it would be so painful.

"Ah, I've never had it so wet like this before!" Clover said loudly. Ingrid's moans weren't from enjoyment but from the pain. He said he'd be gentle but he was moving too fast. She wanted to beg him to stop but she didn't want to be a wimp, she was afraid that he would kick her out.

She didn't understand why Clover was groaning so loudly. She felt something very hard come out, Clover pulled out and began to rub his hand up and down his shaft. Ingrid wanted to turn to face him but he pushed her down immediately. She suddenly felt hot splashes of liquid on her back, she knew that Clover had reached his climax.

He was breathing heavily but she had stopped her moans immediately he pulled out. "Did you get there?" Clover said through his panting, "What do you mean? Get what?" Ingrid said clueless. Clover nodded and pointed at her, "oh, you're one of the tough females, I tell you, with a pussy like that, you're going to be a millionaire," he said, "I know you wanted a round two but I think I'm just going to..." before Clover could finish his sentence, he lay on his pillow and started to gently snore.