Free The Split by Penny Tyler Page A

that stretches out before me.
                  I catch Derek making a confused face in the reflection.  “Don’t you have the same view upstairs?”  He asks.
                  “Yeah, I do.”  I respond, stumbling over my words a bit as I try to think fast.  “I just mean… in general.  It’s an incredible city.”
                  Derek nods.
                  Not wanting to waste any more time, I turn around to face the handsome, rugged man and then slowly but surely begin to pull my top off over my head.
                  “Whoa!  Hey!”  Derek says, reaching out to stop me.  “What are you doing?”
                  He’s holding my arms now, keeping me from pulling off my shirt entirely and revealing the lacy black bra underneath, but instead of pushing me away the two of us just stand here, locked together.
                  I can feel Derek’s heart thumping in his chest, clearly trying is best to keep it together around such an incredibly attractive young woman.
                  “You should go.”  Derek finally whispers.  “I don’t even know you, and this isn’t me anymore.”
                  “This isn’t me either.”  I say, revealing more about the situation than he could ever truly understand.
                  Standing here in his embrace reminds me of the way that Derek held me earlier at the diner, but this time there is something sinister blooming between us, something darker.  I find myself wishing that he was seeing me for who I really was, not just this sexed up bombshell character I’ve created.
                  But that’s not the real world, and the sooner I let go of that the better.  At the end of the day Derek is just a man, I tell myself, and I need to accept that he’ll never like me for who I really am.  At least not with Tara in the picture, anyway.
                  As Ms. Hyde, however, I have the chance to actually take a stand and do something about it.
                  I reach down and run my hand across Derek’s muscular chest, moving slowly so as to appreciate every subtle curve of the man’s toned body.  He doesn’t resist and, instead, closes his eyes as he reels from the long lost sensation of a woman’s touch.  It’s easy to forget that Derek’s resisted this temptation for years now, which could be an obstacle for most women trying to seduce him, but with my perfect new body it only makes my sexuality even more powerful.
                  Should I feel bad for trying to get Derek to relapse?  Yes, I should.  But I’m relapsing as well, albeit behind the safety of a manufactured character.  These may be my cells and their nanobot counterparts, but they’re not arranged in any way that truly resembles what is it to be Mandi Evans.  I’m disconnected now, free from responsibility and guilt; free to fuck and fight and live any way that I please.
                  “I want you.”  I say, letting my hand drift lower and lower until it reaches Derek’s belt buckle, which I unclasp.
                  “I want you, too.”  He says, finally giving in.
                  I undo his belt, then slowly unzip Derek’s pants which I can see now were hastily thrown on when I woke him up, because there’s no underwear beneath.
                  Instead, I’m greeted by this sight of his beautiful throbbing member, which springs forth from the fabric as soon as I let it.  Derek’s hard as a rock and aching to be touched, his enormous cock jutting fiercely out towards me.
                  I smile and slowly drop down into a squat before Derek, so that his shaft is pointed directly at my gorgeous face, and then look up at him with my big soulful eyes.
                  “Do you want me to suck you off?”  I ask playfully, once again