Slowly our bodies move against one another with our foreheads touching. She moans and moves her legs further out while I pull one of her legs up and over my shoulder. I tease her and grab my shaft and slap her pussy with my cock and then thrust into her. With her leg on my shoulder, I lean down as I thrust in there and take her lips for a minute. I release her leg and spread her legs and grab her by the hips as I pound into her, pulling her into me. Her hands fly to my forearms as she braces herself, with her back arching and her mouth open as her tits bounce.
We fuck one another until the buildup of an orgasm comes. I push deeply into her as she leans up and clutches to me then bites my shoulder. I’m seated in her pussy as I come vicious streams of come and she tightens around my cock.
We’re breathless.
We’re back together.
20
Kindra
I roll over in bed and hitch a leg up only to accidentally knee a hard surface that moves.
“Ouch,” Rogan grumbles. “You have pointy knees.”
I open my eyes and see his hand rub his side.
“I do not. I have completely normal shaped knees.” I protest.
I roll over onto my back and stretch out my legs with my body sore in ways that I wasn’t even sure was possible. Large hands run across the bare skin of my stomach startling me and I turn my head in his direction.
“Hi there,” he says with a lazy smile as he settles on his side.
“Hey,” I reply quietly in return.
“So, about this morning,” he begins as I hold my breath, expecting a repeat like the last time that I was in his bed. “Does it feel to you that no time has gone by? That we’re still two stupid teens, but also different?”
I smile and relax, placing my hand on his.
“I would like to believe that while we’ve been apart, that we’ve both learned a thing or two.” I wink.
“How about you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” He lifts the blanket and rolls on top of me.
“There’s a delicious smell to the air here, it smells like,” there’s a pause and a loud sniff to the air as I roll my eyes, “it smells like freshly pressed grapes from someone likely with dirty feet, but in a good way that makes you just a tad bit drunk. Can we smash grapes here? I want the feel of it between my toes and then I want to lick my toes.”
Cass and I are sitting on the back patio surrounded by grapevines at a winery in between Sunnyville and the city.
“Just a tad bit? Have you met yourself?” I laugh at my best friend.
“I have. I say hello and kiss my reflection in the mirror daily.” Cass smiles proudly.
“You would.” I roll my eyes.
“So, I need to know all the details. How’s the job? How’s the fam? How’s the man?”
“Good, not so good, and even better.” I say with a grin.
“Oh, I was totally kidding. Wait, so are you and the old flame, now a new flame? Wait, how would that be titled? New flame, re-flamed?” She looks up and swirls the wine in her stem glass, then looks at me.
“I think we are,” I say quietly.
Cass bounces in her seat and squeals. “This is excellent. When do I get to meet him?”
“Let’s not scare him away just yet,” I laugh.
“How would I scare him away? I’m your best friend and best friends are allowed to meet the boyfriends. And if he’s your boyfriend, then I’m meeting him. It’s settled.”
“You’re no longer my best friend, that’s it. We’re over.” I tease her.
“You can’t quit me.” Cass says with a grin.
“I probably can’t. But you’re going back home tonight and—”
“Nope, I’m coming home with you and you’re going to introduce me to the hottest single man in Sunnyville.”
I laugh at her and shake my head, “you’re incorrigible.”
“And you love me.”
“I do. Maybe the next time that you’re in town. Tomorrow, I have a shift and there’s no such thing as bring your best friend to work day when working in the hospital.”
My phone rings and I look at the screen. ROGAN. It reads.
“Is that him?” Cass leans over and asks. She reaches for my phone and I pull it further away from her and up to my ear.
“Hey there. Are you busy?” He asks upon answering.
“I’m with a friend of mine, we’re—”
“We’re drinking and waiting for you to come and rescue us!” Cass cuts me off.
“Who’s that?” He asks.
“My friend Cass, she’s a little drunk.” I say eyeing her.
“I am not. I’m buzzed, there’s a difference. I can still stand straight.”
“Is she staying with you tonight?” He asks.
“No, she’s staying here at the vineyard.”
“Oh, will you be as well?”
“I’m not sure yet, what’s going on?” I ask.
“Nothing. I was going to check and see if you wanted to do dinner tonight. But now that I see you’re busy, I’ll let you go. But first, I have a question?”
“Um, alright.” I wait for him to continue.
“When do I get to meet your best friend?”
I look at Cass and smirk. “Geez, the both of you are killing me. Is your friend Jeff, single?”
“Yeah, why?” he answers.
“Meet us here and you guys can meet.” I say staring at Cass who is fist pumping the air.
I give the details of where we are to Rogan. Twenty minutes later, Rogan walks onto the patio wearing a light-colored dress shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows and dark fitted jeans. Jeff follows slightly behind him, dressed the same, but opposite in the contrast of colors, dark shirt and light pants.
Cass makes a noise in the back of her throat as the two guys approach and I smile. I know Jeff is her type, but I’m pretty sure that she’s looking at Rogan.
He steps into my space and with one hand on my lower back, he kisses my cheek, then looks at Cass.
“Hi, I’m the boyfriend. You must be the best friend?” Rogan holds out his hand to Cass, who instead gets out of her chair and flings herself into him.
“I’m so glad that you two found one another again!” She says.
He returns the hug and then steps back. “I would like you to meet my friend Jeff.”
“Hi, I’m Cassandra, but please call me Cass. You’re cute too. Is there a special diet out here that people eat? Even my girl here is looking mighty fine.”
“Please excuse her, she doesn’t know how to filter out her thoughts before they come out of her mouth.” I say to the guys.
“My kind of girl,” Jeff smiles, pulling up a chair to our table and directing his attention to Cass and Rogan does the same for me.
“So, does this make us official?” I ask.
“I think that we were official not too long after we drunkenly ended up in bed together.”
21
Rogan
We enter my house in a flurry of movements. In between our bodies, we quickly unbutton our clothing as her hand cups my cock through my pants, I spin her around, with her back against my chest and palm her breasts, squeezing them as my hand cranes her chin upward to my mouth to claim it. She turns around and drops to her knees, quickly unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants while her eyes stare at me.
I slowly unbutton my dress shirt and lick my lips as she inches my pants down my waist and grabs my aching cock. She opens her mouth and licks the underside of my cock. The action making my eyes want to roll to the back of my head in pleasure. She opens her mouth and takes my cock, and I nearly lose it before she pulls me out. I bend and place my hand on her neck; she leans her face up to me as a kiss her. I stand up straight, then she pulls my cock back into her mouth and sucks me off.
“Shit, shit, shit that feels so fucking good. Yeah, suck it.”
I don’t want to come in her mouth, so I pull her up and she continues stroking me as I terrorize her mouth with my kis
s. My hand is cupping her ass as she viciously strokes me.
I lay her across my couch, then pull her panties down. I settle between her legs and lean in, blow a breath on her center as she shivers. I lick her twice and then begin to fuck her with my tongue. She grabs my hand and puts my fingers in her mouth, immolating her sucking me off as I feast on her pussy. My tongue flicks against her clit and then I stand and fist my cock while I look down at her glistening pussy.
“You want this Kindra?” I ask.
“More than you could ever imagine,” she says in a sultry tone while staring at my hand stroking myself.
I lean on the couch cushion and line my cock up to her entrance and push myself in. I reach down and pull her neck up to meet me as my cock goes deeper into her. Our foreheads are touching, and moans come from both of our lips as my hips start to thrust once her pussy gets used to my size. I thrust into her and push her leg up to push myself deeper. Guttural moans fill the once quiet space as we push and pull. Her hands clutch my arms and move to my hand that is squeezing her tit. I piston into her as I lean up and take her lips chastely and swallow her moans.
She moves one arm under herself and flips over from underneath me. My cock is driving into her as she’s flat on the couch and I stand. I slap her ass and then grab her ass and spread her cheeks, look down and watch my cock disappear into her.
Fuck, this is hot.
I pull out of her and sit on the couch; she straddles me, and I have the perfect view of her delicious tits. She fucks me, takes me to the height of an orgasm and then pulls completely off of me.
“Fuck.” I groan.
She takes my cock again and sits on me, then moves her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then quickly. My thumb seeks out her clit.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” I tell her.
My cock is so deep in her pussy that I could easily blow my load. But she stops and creeps up my body, hovers her delicious pussy over my face and again lets my tongue fuck her. I fist my cock and stroke again, then with her pussy fucking my face, I wet my fingers and insert them into her channel, then pull them out and let my tongue continue fucking her pussy, as my finger, soaked with her own juices slowly inserts into the pucker of her ass. Her movements slow at the new intrusion, and then she presses into my face more with each stroke of my finger. Her moans are louder then she screams. Her pussy and her ass clench around my tongue and my finger. As a string of curse words come from her mouth.
She lowers herself down my body again and sighs.
“I’m going to make you come so hard.” She promises me.
She sits on top of me again and takes my cock into her pussy. She bounces on my cock as she squeezes her muscles and before long, I’m shooting my load into her and clutching her to me.
“Fuck. That was so good.” I say against her chest as I capture my breath.
“So, good.” She agrees.
***
It would appear that some old flames have reignited as of recently. Two young lovers who had lost touch, both grew up to be very successful and have been seen in and around town.
You may remember a string of juvenile disturbances several years ago, which include mailbox vandalism, underage drinking, and a string of dumpster fires. Well, the individuals responsible for many of those events became outstanding and accomplished citizens. They also found their way back to one another. Methinks that this union was fate. They just needed to grow up a little.
I leave The Gazette open on the counter for Kindra to read when she wakes up as I make breakfast. I knew that eventually something would have been written about us. The Gazette wrote plenty about us as teenagers, and I had no doubt that something would be there soon.
“What smells so delicious?” Kindra asks.
“I’m making waffles,” I reply, grabbing the milk out of the fridge.
“And bacon?” she questions.
“It wouldn’t be breakfast without it.” I turn and smile.
“What’s this?” She grabs the paper and sits down at the counter.
“Remember when we were kids and all the trouble that we got into? Well, it appears that all that trouble was remembered, but it would appear that according to The Gazette, we’ve been exonerated.”
22
Kindra
“I’m going to need your address.” Cass says in my ear.
“As long as you don’t show up in the middle of the night and I wake up to you petting my head and watching me sleep,” I joke.
“I can only promise to not do one of those things.”
I miss her. I miss the easiness of our friendship and how regardless of the situation, we could make one another laugh.
“Now you’ve got me curious as to which one you’re talking about.”
“Address Mason, or you’ll never find out.”
I give her my address and afterwards we make small talk before I have to go to work.
Most days at the hospital are a mixture of pure comedy and pure chaos, even in the small town of Sunnyville. But the shift went quickly, and it was no time before I was laying in Rogan’s bed and under him.
Rogan and I are in the happily ever after phase of our relationship, where it is still new and we haven’t become a lazy couple. We’re in a different place in our lives than once before, and we’re now adults.
At work, we’re respectable business colleagues and when we’re not at the hospital, we are your standard couple.
Dispatch announces a car accident pile-up and less than five minutes later, the ambulance is rushing in with a woman so bloodied that she’s unrecognizable on the gurney. There are shards of glass everywhere, and it’s then that I recognize the person. Before I can react, my father rushes in frantically. He spots my mom with Rogan leaning over her. He’s checking her vitals and I see my father’s hands ball into a fist and his jaw clench at the sight.
“Sixty-two-year-old female passenger of a head on collision, she went through the windshield as the vehicle made impact with a tree and another vehicle. She has many lacerations to the face, neck and chest area. Her breathing is compromised and we’re not sure of any other issues.”
“No! You do not touch her!” He bellows pointing to Rogan.
“I’m sorry? Sir, if we don’t check her, we cannot treat her. I need to do my job.” Rogan replies calmly, looking up at my father.
“Are there any other doctors here that can treat my wife?” My dad turns to me, and then his eyes widen. “What are you doing here? No, neither of you will touch my wife!” he shakes his head. “Is there anyone else here?”
“Dad, I’m going to need you to calm down. Please let us help her. Can you tell me what happened?” I ask, holding my hands up as steadily as I can.
He whips around and steps to the EMT. “We need to put her back in the ambulance and take her somewhere else. I cannot have my wife treated by these two children?”
“Sir, I’m not understanding. Dr. Quinn is one of the best doctors at this hospital. Your wife is in excellent hands.” The EMT shakes his head.
“Mr. Mason, we will treat your wife with the utmost of care just as we do with every other patient who comes into this ER.” Rogan tries to reassure him.
“Please dad, just put aside your hatred for once and let us treat her. I want nothing to happen to her, just as you don’t. But I’m afraid if you take her to another hospital, she may not make it.”
“What do you mean?” he takes a step toward me and asks with concern etched on his face.
“The next hospital is over an hour away. We don’t know the extent of her injuries, but she’s here, so let us treat her.” I plead with him.
My dad looks between us and takes a deep breath with his hands on his hips.
“I want to be updated every step of the way.” He points at me, “every step of the way, you think you can understand that young lady?”
“I will.” I promise him as we grab the chart from the EMT and wheel her back through the double doors for staff only.
I stop and ask one of the residents to show my father the waiting area, then catch up to Rogan.
“We need to get her into X-ray and see if there are any immediate concerns to tend to,” Rogan looks at me. “I want you to sit out on this.”
“No.” I admonish.
“This is your family, whether or not you are getting along with them, you shouldn’t be involved in this case.”
“I promised him, Rogan. You heard that. We will work on her together; we will update him as we can together.”
“Can you keep your head on straight?”
“I’ve managed to do a lot with my head on straight, don’t question this.” I pin him with a stare.
“Very well,” he breathes out and then his eyes soften. “We’ll make sure that she’s okay, you know that right?”
“There’s no other way.” I say.
Then we get to work. After an hour, I walk into the waiting room to brief my dad on the findings so far. I see him speaking to a police officer and I halt my movements as I wait for them to pause.
“The other vehicle hit us, my foot mistakes the break for the gas pedal and I felt a dip, then it felt like we were flying. I saw the windshield shatter, go dark, and that’s it, until I was stumbling out of the car. My wife, she’s back there with our daughter and the doctor. She’s a nurse, she’s helping,” he points back towards the doors, and sees me. “That’s my daughter. Anyway, my wife is lying on her side, covered in glass and blood. She’s barely conscious, but she says she’s in pain, but fine. Then once the ambulance comes, she’s out. I tried to keep her talking as much as I could, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open and now, we’re here.”
The police officer looks over to me and I recognize him as one of the Malone brothers, Grant. He waves me over and I’m a little in shock for everything that we’ve experienced tonight then there was the fact that my dad acknowledged me as his daughter.
“Nurse Mason, I imagine that you are here to update your father?” Grant asks.
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