Masochism

Samantha took her short, trimmed fingernails and scratched bobby’s arm revealing blood that dripped to his hands and down his fingers.  He discovered his wound, chuckled to himself, ran his left hand through the cut, playing with his own discharge with an enormous grin on his face.  After studying his new marks, he tilted his chin upwards, staring at Samantha, sending her direct eye contact that bled through the surface of her, and searched for something.  He continued to search though those hazel eyes, for a reason for this abuse and the reason they were even together in the first place.

The open flesh started to tremble and rose up to a swell.  It felt like bubbles emerging in a soda can but bobby didn’t worry.  He never worried and he liked this new feeling.  Girl on boy contact, the feeling of punishment, being torn with soft, delicate skin and from a person with a fragile esteem.  It got his blood pumping for once and adrenaline started taking over his senses.  It was like his eyes felt open for the first time and he was ready to search for his prey on this spring day.  The day that the ice broke loose from it’s surrounding,  rushing away with the rolling stream of the creek.  Bobby needed another fix; he wanted more so he prodded further.  He needed to emotionally torment Samantha.  He started up again with his nasally voice that squeaked on every vowel.
            “Who let the cat out of its box, pussy.”
            “I am just gonna leave” Samantha said as it came to her mind like it was in her willingness to do so.  She could never make decisions like that. ones that meant immediately ending a conversation middle of the way through it.  Everything in her life needed a beginning and an end like a game of soccer.
            “Oh, keep crying baby, you are the one who assaulted me.”  Bobby said, shoving Samantha back with his words.  He had the annoyance of running water, trickling and trickling in the background until the drain became flooded and the only way to stop him was through action.  Samantha shoved him back and Bobby went weightless, trying to take as much violence he could from this help-less 12 year old.  The first shove hit him in the collarbone letting his body tingle.  Then he grinned at Samantha with a wide ass smile showing his teeth, intimidating her more and more with every tooth he showed her.  Samantha took this as an open invitation and took all her weight, rushed him, and tackled him.  She wrapped her arms around bobby’s back and she felt comfort.  Bobby’s head smacked into the dirt that lay outside that creak, which was very moist, and it shook him, dizzied him and he started seeing stars.  But when he looked up and tried to reach for those stars just shaking his body, they turned into naked women he fantasized about before he went to sleep.  Raining from the sky, completely clothes less waving to him, trying to get his attention while shaking their asses and titties showing off what Bobby’s imagination could handle.
    Blood rushed intensely though-out his newly pubescent body and he wanted more, needed it.  Samantha was still hugging bobby, embracing him like she finally found what she has been looking for in life; it was her discovery.  Someone finally needed her and these acts of vehemence seemed too easy to her like they were apart of her biological make-up.  But bobby didn’t react the same like he just spun around with a quick 180; he took her arms and started rubbing them, warming them up, feeling for her, emotionally connecting with her.  He cleared his throat and spit.  The saliva was scarlet red.  He took Samantha’s hands, grasped them gently, and stared up at her beautiful, round, pale face that shimmered in the sun light.  She was sitting on his abdomen and he told her to start slapping him.  He pleaded with her, told her it wouldn’t hurt, that he needed her to do it if this was all going to work out.  Samantha was weary of this at first but after it dwell on her she decided that this is what she wanted.  She needed to further her adventure into the unknown.  She always wanted to live outside her skin and Bobby gave her this opportunity.  She could not reject such attempt to finally find out what she has been searching for.    But she wasn’t going to slap him that is what he expected and asked for, it was too obvious.  She was going to punch. She swings her arm back, shifting her weight to her left to gain momentum, has her smooth hands perpendicular to the blue encompassing sky and catches wind pass through her fingers and thrusts it forward.
    Bobby’s eyes were clutched shut, anticipating the sting that will reside on his round cheek, but after he waits, he decides to squint up so he can watch the deed be done.  As he slowly, carefully opens his eyelids, he sees her hand come down.  He couldn't help but smile at her, giving her some sort of hope in between his cheek bones, but as it is about to smash into his face, her hands turn to stone and clench together forming a fist that lands right onto his over-zealous cheek bone, shattering at the base which will eventually turn to a purple on a sunset could re-animate.  Bobby feels a looseness, like he has been set free from his cage and something, un-prepared might i add, an erection forms.  The first he was ever given.
    Samantha acknowledged this, through her stalk denim pants, she felt the outlining of the shape and was instantly startled.  I don't know if it was the boner or the imagination but something startled Samantha after the idea of a penis startled her young mind but she swung another punch must faster that the first one; A quick jab.  The left one came down and Bobby tried to look away but he couldn't, he wanted to be able to place the pain with the visuals.  He needed to see what will eventually leave these bruises on his face.  When the second punch hit,  Bobby flinched right before and that left his body un-controllable from that moment forward.
    Samantha squeezed her eyes shut.  She was trying to find something in her mind to justify these two punches, the ideas that boggle your mind at late at night she could only imagine her father.  And the nanoseconds that went by while she conjured up that thought, her father quickened her with pain and grief.  She wants to really hit her father for only taking her sister, Zoey, to the zoo yesterday.  For not congratulating her on her win at the county spelling bee or that win last year in the Soccer championship game.  And she threw another punch for him not showing up to any of them either.  The anger flowed through her veins, pumping and spewing this new energy inside her.  This emotional hatred that led her to become blinded by love and a force that couldn't be stopped until something was released inside of her.  Her body felt hard, solid, like she was another brick in the wall.  Bobby's fearlessness seem to push her farther, she wanted to break free, she wanted to be an individual and she thought she was on to something no one else has achieved this ever that she possibly knew.  That fresh, brave new world was exciting to her, so she thrust forward, as she sat right on top of Bobby's boner, suffocating it, holding it down against its curve and shaping it to her form.  Putting all emphasis into her hips, she continued to press, pull, hold herself in that moment.  Taking it all in, her long hair blowing in the wind, she sat there staring up at the clouds, squinting to see the cardinals that hovered above them, swaying back and forth in her own daydream.
    Bobby still felt the torment that happened to his cheek, still dazed, barely conscious but the wounds hurt even more.  The cold wind hit his cheeks and he felt them trying to bruise over, he could feel the blacks and blues forming, beginning to puff up his face and he started to worry what everyone would think.  His fear swept over him, his head pounded trying to come up with scenarios that would actually be believable.  He looked up at his girlfriend Samantha and he tried to understand what was going on in her head as it stares up into the sky as she grinds, rubs, mushes, smashes, rug-burned, road rashes is erect penis.  She always seemed to space out in the most serious events in their relationship, like when she first met his parents at Denny's, when she came and watched his basketball game when he finally played on Varsity, on his birthday party in front of all his friends.  She rarely was even there, she hardly ever talked except when Bobby nagged her half to death, pushing her and pushing her until she finally spoke up and revealed some sort of identity.  But all her noticed was Samantha quivered, shaking un-uncontrollably to the rhythm of their act and Bobby also noticed her eyes were glassy and teary eyed.
    He took this as a sign and tries to lunge it forward, move this to climax and finally end this chapter of their lives.  He moves his hands that were to his side and gripped Samantha's thighs so hard he felt bone and began circulating the blood, rubbing his grip into a circular pattern reaching closer and closer, steadily, toward her pelvis.  The closer he got, the more she became silent and the slower she got, the more intense it all became.  They both were one and even though they weren't far from their houses, from their neighborhood, the felt shaded, alone, and finally close to one another.  Something Bobby always tried to achieve because the word love was always in the back of his throat.
    The slower Samantha moved, the steadier Bobby became, he understood it all and the looser he became, the more precise his hands moved like he actually had some experience in those pasty, under-privileged hands.  When touching her, outside her pants, he feels the warmth radiating from her body and decides to un-button her pants, swiftly un-looping the button from the shred of pants that banished him before, before this special moment, every time he ever tried to take advantage of their 1 year age gap, those memorable nights he got shot down..  But now they both are on common grounds, agreeing with each other that it was time.
    Samantha didn't shake him off or tell him no for the 4th time but she most certainly didn't say yes.  She was drugged out on her own ecstasy, her estrogen flowing to her senses.  Feeling weightless underneath that brisk afternoon with the wind rippling through her shirt.  She didn't need anything more, so was getting hotter and hotter, and really started getting into it, feeling the curve and tenderness of Bobby's boner as he lunged after her playing his silly tricks but she was winning for the first time.  She had the upper hand, she was getting closer and closer for that freedom she was looking for, she was ready to leave her own body.  Samantha was beginning to moan, a rather echo that came from her throat but each rub across progressed her moans into sighs that eventually became pants and everything she said was a struggling, whisper.
    Bobby heard this after he pulled Samantha's pants down a little, just to touch the skin on her pelvic region, grabbing anything he could reach in that awkward position of his hands.  But when he heard Samantha, something triggered in his head.  The thrill of it all, the story behind this splendorous adventure with his girlfriend.  They could joke about it for their whole relationship or who knows, take it a step further after this.  Also his girlfriend getting off, climaxing to him and only him, for the first time he figured helped too.  All this led to a speed of things, like all of his blood rushed to his boner losing his feelings from his head to his toes like a tidal wave just knocked him over.  He quickly lunged up, shocked and expanded.  Samantha placed her hands on Bobby's shoulders and squeezed and each of them became drunk off love and their orgasms and she hopped off after riding Bobby for 5 minutes and laid down next to him on the grass.  Bobby proceeded to reach for her hand.