I melt as strong hands massage my neck then move to rub at my shoulders.
“I am in no way like that girl’s father because if I was her father, that girl would still be grounded from all the trouble she got you both into when the two of you were little.”
The weight over my lower butt is lifted and I squeal with a tickle that allows Kevin to roll me by my hips so I’m flat on my back.
I look up at the ceiling. “Dad, we are not going to get into all of that again. Playing Spin-the-Bottle with kids of the opposite gender is totally normal when you’re thirteen. And I’ve already told you, that was not Delaney’s fault. I was the one that wanted to play that game with my friends. It was also my fault that you caught us.”
“Ugh,” my dad sighs as one of my legs is spread out to the side.
My head jerks up to take a peek at Kevin, who plants a kiss on my upper, inner thigh. I tap Kevin on the head and when he looks up to me, he smiles so beautifully.
I shake my head at Kevin mouthing, no, as I adjust the phone in my ear. “What about the dog, Dad?”
As my dad starts talking about how he had planned to shoot the large, mangy mutt that has been hanging around the farm, Kevin gets between my thighs to stroke and massage them. He kisses between my legs again.
I shake my head again, no. “Don’t do that,” I whisper.
Kevin nods his head, yes, with a devious grin and kisses my inner thigh again.
“Don’t do what?” asks my father. “I said I didn’t kill her, although I should’ve shot the damn thing. I got five puppies here now, Lee. And a few of ‘em look sick. I think you need to come home and take care of these animals. You were the one that kept leaving food out for their mother. You need to be the one to clean up after these pups.”
Kevin lifts my skirt above my mound.
I shake my head at him again and prop the phone between my shoulder and my ear. Wait, I mouth to Kevin, fanning both of my hands out so he understands.
I want to fuck you, Kevin mouths, slipping his tongue out over his lower lip and curling it back. With my tongue.
“Lee! Are you listening to me?” My dad snaps.
“Daddy, I’ll be home on Wednesday. Can’t you please take care of the puppies for me until I get back?”
Wet heat soaks through my chilled skin as Kevin slides his tongue firm along my slit, wedging his tongue between my crease.
“No, Lee,” my father’s voice is gravelly. “I think you need to come home earlier and take care of these animals yourself because you’re not going to be able to do it next week.”
“Daddy,” I sigh. “You’re only saying that because you want me to come home sooner rather than later.”
Kevin pops his head up from between my legs, shaking his head. No, he mouths. Stay longer. He slips a finger along my wet crease and I cover my mouth to keep my father from hearing me let go of a lengthy exhale.
“Lee, I just don’t think it’s a good idea that you stay in the city before...” my dad stalls. “I don’t want you to catch a cold, or get sick, or run into any trouble.”
Kevin reaches to my chest, pulling sideways at the V-line of my dress to expose and knead my breast as the finger to his other hand enters me.
“Oh my God,” I blurt as Kevin smiles before dropping his head to lick my clit. I can’t believe what’s he’s doing—plunging, licking, and kneading—all at the same time! I’m so turned on.
But my dad completely turns me off. “Lee, honey, I’m genuinely worried about—”
“Daddy, I’m sorry. Please take care of the puppies for me. I have to go.” I hang up.
My mind is exhausted after having to battle between the attention of my father scolding me on the phone and Kevin playing with my body. For a brief second, my mind wanders to the puppies and a big part of me wants to go home. But Kevin’s thrusting fingers, kneading palm, and his slick, wet tongue has pinned me to the bed with ecstasy.
He did invite me. And this feels amazing! Maybe I’ll stay for one more night.
Kevin hooks his finger in me as he pushes my thigh out further to open my crease wider and his tongue lands bare to wiggle wildly. He licks up and down, side to side, then round and round my swollen nub and out of nowhere...
Oh fuck, I’m bursting!
“Oh yeah, Lee,” he breaks briefly to speak, then continues to lick me until my orgasm is finishes overflowing.
Kevin crawls over me, my body dipping as his hands and knees sink into the mattress, and his head leans down.
I think he’s going to kiss me!
Shamefully, I cover my mouth but the man pulls my hand away. “Kevin, I didn’t brush my—”
Kevin lips press and his tongue invades as he kisses me. I taste myself all over him and when he withdraws, my arousal is fully plastered on the entire interior lining of my mouth.
He bends to suckle on my nipple. It brings my orgasm back as I notice him pull at the string to his pants.
Dropping the loose waistband down to his knees between my legs, I notice how big he is. His prick isn’t just thick and long, but the crease below the tip is deep, making the head of his erection look...
It’s just freaking big.
He strokes himself as he sucks on my nipple, grunting and I love the pleasure he’s giving to both of us.
Kevin’s hair floats about as if it’s waving at me to be touched and I run my hands through the soft blond strands. The speed at which Kevin strokes himself picks up but he never ceases to stop suckling on my teat, not even when he comes.
He sprays my front—oozing on my dress.
Kevin comes up on his knees. “Ooh, baby,” he purses his lips. “Looks like I made a mess.” His eyes glimmer. “Damn, Lee. You’re sexy.”
Sexy? Me? Doubtful. He probably just likes seeing his seed drizzled everywhere, which reminds me...
“Kevin, I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“I’ll get you a T-shirt,” he smiles, coming off the bed to open his drawers. He pulls two shirts out—one to wipe me clean and the other he puts in my hands. “Do you want to hit the shower?”
“Yes, please.” I nod.
Kevin follows me to the bathroom, which is weird. I think he plans to stand there and watch me get undressed. I’m about to open my mouth to tell him to get out when my stomach grumbles again.
“I’ll be right back,” he says pointing his finger in the air and turning around to walk away.
Quickly, I pull off my clothes and get under the flow of trickling water. My muscles relax and I can’t wait to get clean. Looking about the tub, I see there are only two black and red bottles—one is bath wash and the other is a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner combo—both man-scented, of course. I sigh.
“Bite,” blurts my host and I jump at the sound of Kevin jerking the shower curtain open. He leans his hand in with what looks like a sandwich. Observing more closely, I see he’s taken what was on our breakfast plates and made a breakfast sandwich.
He shoves it in my face. “Lee, take a bite.” I open my mouth, leaning forward as the water continues to run down my back and I chomp through the toast, bacon, and eggs, which taste sooooo good. Kevin smiles as he watches me chew and he takes a bite out of the sandwich as well.
“So, I was thinking,” he continues, his mouth full, “maybe you can hang here for the day. I have some work I have to do.”
“Work?” I’m dying to know what kind of work Kevin does.
“Yeah, I have a presentation tomorrow for a potential client.”
He puts the sandwich back at my mouth and I take a bigger bite this time, which makes his eyes widen. “Cwient?” I mutter with my mouth full.
“Yeah,” his eyes are twinkling, watching me try to mash the sandwich I may have overstuffed my face with and is making my cheeks puff round.
It takes me a minute, but I manage to chew and guzzle down my breakfast. “What kind of work do you do?”
“I’m a graphic designer.”
“Really?” My nose cri
nkles. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”
He cocks his head. “Why? Is that surprising?”
“Your apartment is so plain. White walls, black furniture, except for the blue and very rectangular couch.”
He feeds me another bite of the sandwich. “I like things to be plain in my surroundings. Even when I was a kid, I didn’t like school paper to have lines on it. A few of my instructors would get upset when I’d turn in my homework on plain white paper, but it keeps my imagination open. I like the idea of always having a blank canvas, you know?”
I nod, chewing. Truthfully, I don’t know but I find Kevin to be more intriguing than I thought. I’m beginning to wonder what he sees when he’s looking at his undressed walls and windows.
“How about you?” he asks. “What do you do?”
I turn around to face the shower, putting my back to him. I don’t do much except work with my dad.
I tilt my head forward underneath the warm flow of water to wash over me and tilt my head to the side. “Do you have any shampoo or body wash that isn’t man-scented?”
He chuckles. “No. Do you want me to run out and get you some real quick?”
Kevin seems very sweet and I’m beginning to wonder how Delaney and I could ever have believed he was bad.
“That’s okay.” I pick up the bottle of man wash and sniff it. It smells good. It smells a little like Kevin. I figure it won’t be so bad to have him all over me for a day and I pour some of the thick blue liquid into my palm.
I sense his eyes on me and I suddenly feel naked. “Do you mind stepping out?” I ask.
“But I like watching you,” he replies.
I give him The Look. The look that says, Get out.
“All right,” he smiles, blushing. “I’ll step out but not unless you agree to have dinner with me and stay for another night.”
“Another night?” I don’t mean to whine, but I can’t help it. “Kevin, I don’t have any clothes. I don’t even have a toothbrush.”
“I’ll be back,” he says, shutting the curtain.
It sounds like he plans to leave me in his apartment. “Where are you going?”
“To get you what you need.”
8
Kevin
She’s so pretty. I don’t even think she knows how pretty she is. She’s even prettier without all that makeup and shit.
Damn, and that body! Her hips are a little bony, but her ass has just the right amount of padding. I’ll be grabbing those hips like handles and I can’t wait to see if that ass jiggles.
When I get in my car and grab the steering wheel, my prick gets hard. I’m thinking about her tits and how the one fell into my mouth. Right. Here. I’m thinking about how she let me suck on her nipple, perfect mouth-sized nipple, as I jacked myself off in bed this morning. I could totally get myself off again right now thinking about it.
Jesus, this girl makes me horny.
This girl...
“Ugh,” a groan escapes me. There’s that damn pinch in my chest again.
I ready my key to stick it in the ignition and I pause.
What the fuck am I doing? I rub my forehead. I’m about to go buy a girl some fucking clothes and a toothbrush. I’m not the kind of guy that does this shit.
I pull my phone out of my back jeans pocket. I turned off all my alerts this morning—no buzzer or ringer or screen flashes—because I didn’t want Lee to see or hear any of that.
And why would I hide it all from her? I’ve never tried to hide my popularity from anyone else.
I open my text messages. Besides the ones I got from Delaney this morning threatening me to make sure Lee called her back, there’s a few dozen more from chicks wondering why I don’t call them back. There’s even a nice nudy—a pic of a girl I banged over a month ago. She’s wet and in the shower, which reminds me...
I’d better remember to get Lee some body wash—something more feminine.
Putting the key in the ignition and cranking the starter, I’m reminiscing about how I woke up this morning—on my back with an arm and a leg sprawled over me. When I tried to move, she unconsciously squeezed. “No, hold me,” she muttered in her sleep. She sounded distressed and her brows furrowed. I can be a douche but I didn’t like the idea of leaving a girl with nightmares. I prefer they leave my place with nothing but desire—a need to want me. So, I squeezed Lee back, believing I could remove whatever negative thoughts were going on in her head. I enjoyed how Lee buried her face into my armpit, which tickled and made me laugh. Lee’s stomach grumbled and I decided to get up and make her breakfast because, not only did she get not get laid as I promised her, but I also recalled offering to take her to eat, which didn’t happen either because of Lee’s dumb ex showing up at Sonic.
As I reverse my Camaro and hit the road, I wonder what the deal is with those two. I suspect Lee’s ex still cares about her. I figure he must be fucked up in the head—a really stupid fucker—because I can’t understand why he’d cheat on Lee or leave her. He must be a really special kind of stupid to let go of someone like Lee.
But then again, I have no intention of dating her either. After tonight, I have every intention of dumping her myself. I’ll give her exactly what she wants—a good fuck and she’ll be desperate to hook up with me again, which I might. The thought that Lee will be texting me nude pics after I’m done fucking her brains out is causing my erection to throb.
I wiggle my hips to adjust my crotch and there’s that damn pain in my chest again! And it’s making me nauseous. My head is spinning and I reconsider whether Lee is even the type of girl to send nudes.
My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I navigate my Camaro into a strip mall where I’ll be able to grab a bunch of stuff Lee needs. I really wish she had her phone with her. Next to a ladies’ clothing boutique is a pet store and there are puppies in the window. I bet Lee would love a snapshot of those puppies. She talked for a while about puppies with her father while I was putting the moves on her.
What the fuck am I saying? I don’t fucking text pictures of puppies!
Damn, this girl. I’ve been so consumed with Lee’s needs, I realize I didn’t get laid last night either. I did get off this morning, which was fun, but I need to get my shit together. When Lee said she wanted to get laid, I took it as she really wanted to get fucked—good. Not to mention, if Spence and Poe could see me now—about to purchase a bunch of stuff for some chick I didn’t even sleep with, they’d lose all respect for me.
I get out of my Camaro and head towards the ladies’ clothing boutique. I nearly trip on the gravel in the parking lot and my mind stumbles with why I’m even here...
Lee needs clothes.
Walking in, a bell jingles and I see there are two women, finely dressed in pastels, who each come to standing as one of them speaks, “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I need some clothes.”
They look at one another. They both seem to be blushing when one of them smiles. “And who is this for exactly? We only sell women’s clothing here.”
I feel stupid. The women are looking at me like I intended to buy clothes for myself.
Why is it that ever since I met Lee, I seem to be doing a lot of stupid things?
“It’s not for me. It’s for a girl.”
The brunette walks over to the darker brunette behind a counter with a glass top displaying stacks of sparkling jewels and bats her eyes. “Girlfriend?” she asks, swaying.
I shake my head. “Not exactly.”
The darker brunette smiles coming out from behind the counter as well. “What type of clothing does your girl, your friend, need?”
“A dress. Something sexy,” I say boldly. “And some underwear,” I mumble.
“What size is she?”
“Oh.” I scratch my chin. “Hmm, I’m not sure exactly.”
“How tall is she?” says the lighter brunette also coming out from behind the counter.
I lift my palm near the tip of my nose. “She’s about this t
all and...” I drop my arms, cupping my hands, making a gap between them in front of me, “her waist is about this wide.”
“That’s not really going to help us,” says the darker brunette. She squints, folding her arms. “Would you say she’s about average or smaller than the average woman?”
“Average? Pfft.” I shake my head. “Oh no, Lee’s not average.”
“So, is she bigger than average?”
I rub my chin and put my hands out like claws. “Her boobs are. Most definitely bigger. She fills these and then some.” The women are laughing now, but I’m fine with it. I need to make sure I bring the right dress back for Lee so she doesn’t just look good but feels good on our date tonight.
“And how about her bottom?”
“Mmm,” I grunt. The thought of Lee’s butt makes my hands itch to grab something. I lower my hands, spanning them wider. “Her butt is about this big.”
“Big or average?” The darker brunette is struggling to maintain her professionalism by keeping her laugh tucked below her throat.
I try to contain myself as well. Lee is not tall, but she seems long. Her busts are big but her waist is small. “What’s the average woman’s size?” I ask.
“In teen or in women’s sizes? We sell both teen and women’s clothing here.”
My hands dig their way into my pockets and I let my head fall back. Why is this so hard?
I take a breath and put my head back up. “She’s no teen. She’s definitely a woman.”
“The average women’s size in clothing is a size twelve but from your description, it sounds like your friend is a bit smaller than average,” says the darker brunette. “Would you like to see a few dresses in size ten?”
Ten? Yes! That sounds about right. Lee is a perfect ten in my book. “Please, I’d love to see all you have in size ten and some underwear if you’ve got it.”
9
Lee
Boredom has sunk in. I’ve been waiting for Kevin to return for who knows how long and my mind is getting restless. I wander between the walls of Kevin’s one-bedroom apartment. He doesn’t have much and I figure he doesn’t spend a lot of time here except to eat and sleep. His refrigerator is the cleanest I’ve ever seen and I can’t decide whether its half full or half empty of food, but it’s obvious he likes to cook for himself. There are a few steaks in the freezer.
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