by C L Walker
I was too turned on to feel an ounce of shame as he pushed my skirt up and positioned himself on the floor at my feet.
I felt his fingers enter my slick heat as he groaned in what I guessed was appreciation.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, and I felt my cheeks flush as I made to move without even thinking about it, but he held me still. “Don’t worry, you are so beautiful baby.”
His words reassured me, so I took a deep breath and willed myself to believe him.
When his mouth was on me in the next instance my knees nearly buckled as he was not half assed gliding his tongue along my clit, he was caressing, sucking all the while spreading me wider.
I should have felt dirty, exposed even, but I felt sexy.
When my breathing increased, and I grew more “Whiney” as he would later call it when he teased me, he knew I was close, and he stopped.
He removed his boxer briefs and I tried to stroke him from behind, but he wouldn’t let me turn around.
He kissed me deeply as he put himself between my legs and rubbed against me.
I was growing weaker and I could barely stand it as I clenched my legs tighter to keep him there.
“Are you close?” he asked, against my ear, after he brushed aside my hair gently and kissed my neck.
“Yes,” I said, “I’m going to...”
He pushed me further forward, so I was fully leaning on his dresser as he finally entered me.
“Oh,” I sighed, before I reached back for him as he began to thrust quickly inside of me as things were falling off his dresser.
He grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed them as he pumped inside of me before he buried his head in my neck.
“This is where you come on my cock baby girl.” I gasped at his words as his right hand slid down my belly to rub my clit softly between his fingers and I fell apart instantly.
It was everything it should be, it was what I deserved, what every woman deserves in the world.
I shattered under his care and I knew that he loved it, he sighed deeply and picked up his pace as I came around him.
It was one of those things that felt so good you almost have the urge to get away from it. I couldn’t speak, with every thrust I was gasping for air and gripping onto the dresser harder.
Before I knew what was happening, he pulled out and turned me around, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed where he laid me down and crawled up my body.
He kissed me softly as he entered me once more, this time he was moving slowly, every stroke was drawn out, sweet, sweet, torture.
When he reached his peak, he kissed me hard before he whispered my name against my lips.
Once he rolled off, he pulled me against his side and kissed my forehead before he nuzzled his face into my neck, it seemed to be a place he enjoyed being.
I felt like a worshipped woman and I chose to hold onto that feeling as I kept my mouth shut. Because I feared that once we talked about it, he would see it all as a mistake.
Chapter 24
Sora
I woke up to the sound of pounding on my front door and my first thoughts were that Kyla’s parents were coming over to murder me.
It was a scary thought considering I had just woken up from dreaming about the school board standing around my room watching us have sex. It was terrifying.
I quickly slipped my arm out from under her head and threw on some shorts and ran down the stairs.
I could make out Red’s form through the glass on my door, so I opened the door with a sigh of relief. Because honestly, I wasn’t ready to give Kyla up, and to be caught that quickly would have been ridiculous.
“Hey,” she said, as she glanced past me and her eyes grew wide and I didn’t even have to ask because I knew it was Kyla standing there for the whole world to see.
“I thought it was my parents,” Kyla murmured, confirming that she had similar worries. Although considering our worries her actions made absolutely no sense as the logical thing would have been to stay upstairs and hide.
It was amusing how paranoid we both were and yet equally as reckless despite the risk.
There must be something about doing things you know are wrong, we were like children that told on ourselves because we felt guilty. But not guilty enough to stop.
“And your first reaction was to bolt down the stairs in only a T-shirt?” I asked and watched as Red’s eyebrows flew up even higher.
I turned around finally to glance at Kyla who was fully clothed and realized I was the one giving things away. “Fuck dude.”
“Indeed,” Red said, before she chuckled. “If she wasn’t an adult as you have mentioned on many, many, occasions I’d be concerned.” She winked at me and I deflated even more.
“I don’t even know what to say.” I gestured for her to come in and we both followed Kyla into the kitchen where she went to the cupboard and grabbed three coffee cups. After everything was said and done, we all needed something strong to make it through the morning.
“No need to say anything, you were rather obvious by how much you talked about her. I figured it was only a matter of time but honestly this is a lot quicker than I had imagined.” She looked between us and Kyla blushed and turned to the fridge to grab creamer which left me to answer.
I pointed at her as she was bent over rummaging through my fridge and said accusingly, “It was her fault.” Maturity.
The fridge slammed shut and she flew around to point a finger back in my direction. “You sir will not blame this on me. I didn’t send you dirty texts in the middle of class. I also didn’t-”
I sprang up and covered her mouth with my hand and I held it there even when she licked it viciously.
“Could you at least consider leaving me some of my pride since you’re running off with everything else?” When she nodded her head, I removed my hand and wiped it on my shirt that she was wearing before she moved out of my reach.
“Pervert,” she muttered behind her mug of coffee.
“Anyways. Sorry this is weird. What did you stop by for?” I asked Red, since it wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet and she never showed up unannounced.
“When I had dinner over here last time, I left my poetry notebook on your table. I’m going to a reading with this guy that I’m seeing, and I wanted to share my work with him.”
“Oh, yeah. I put that right here,” I said as I pulled her notebook down from on top of my fridge and handed it to her. “So, you’re dating someone, that’s great since it’s been awhile.”
She took the notebook and put it in her brown fringed purse that was strung across her shoulders. “Yeah, do you remember Henry?” she asked.
“Isn’t he your boss now?” When I asked, she glanced at Kyla shyly before she laughed softly behind her hand.
“Guilty, I guess we both went after someone we shouldn’t have.” She winked at Kyla and laughed again.
Kyla must have felt encouraged by her confession because she decided to own up to her pursuit of me. “And to be honest, it is all my fault.”
She winked back at Red and they seemed to share a moment that was beyond me because I was a victim in the whole situation with Kyla. I was not the original pursuer, so I was momentarily not taking any of the blame.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about the situation; I could trust Red of course but if she felt I was doing something wrong I would hear about it. Things always got messy once people started figuring out your secrets.
“Alright, as chummy as this is, it's getting late and you need to get home Kyla.”
She glared at me from where she sat at the bar. Even if I was right, she didn’t like me telling her what to do, it was one of the many things I adored about her. She had this way of silently pouting but in the end, she usually did the right thing. It made me curious about what kind of woman she would become over the years, but I imagined she would always be stubborn.
“Not until we talk,” she said.
“There’s nothing to talk abo
ut. You need to go home before your parents figure out that you aren’t with Amber,” I said, and she didn’t seem pleased.
“And there is my cue, time for me to get out of here before all hell breaks loose,” Red said, and she headed for the door. “See you later.”
When I turned back to Kyla, she had her arms folded across her chest as she looked at me confidently, and I knew she wasn’t going to budge before we talked about what was going on between us.
“We are talking whether you like it or not,” she said firmly.
Leave it to a woman to ruin a perfectly good thing with talking.
I threw my hands up. “About what? We had sex, it’s nothing to have a conversation about.”
I saw the hurt in her eyes and I almost allowed myself to regret my words, but I couldn’t take them back. There was nothing more for us even if I wanted there to be. I needed to be realistic and try as hard as I could to keep it cool and fix the situation.
I did realize sleeping with her and then acting like it was nothing was cruel, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Ask her to be my girl?
So, we could hide inside forever, no it wasn’t good enough for her and it wasn’t good enough for me.
“So that’s it? Once and you’re done? You don’t want me anymore?” she asked with anger in her voice.
I never said I wasn’t going to sleep with her again, I just didn’t want to complicate things by talking about it or what we were, because we couldn’t reasonably be anything.
But before I could get a word out and explain what I meant she pressed herself against me and grabbed my dick through my shorts.
I looked down into her face as she leaned up towards mine and I sucked in a breath when her warm breath hit my lips as her mouth was almost to mine.
I knew it was irrational, but she made me forget everything else, she made me forget how bad it was that we were touching each other.
When she touched me there was nothing else, there were no rational thoughts, there were no worries for the future, there was only her and my need to take from her.
I slammed her up against the fridge and pulled my T-shirt over her head as I kissed her soft lips. I wanted nothing more than to trail my fingers down her silky skin and feel her shiver against me.
She moaned as I licked and bit a trail down her neck and her fingers pulled at my hair.
“You’re such a liar,” she said as I dropped down and kissed the inside of her thigh, and I kissed her everywhere except where she really wanted it.
I smiled against her skin at her frustration as she tried to redirect me from my chosen path.
I didn’t bother to correct her assumptions and let her think she was seducing me into changing my mind because I couldn’t complain about her luring me to where I wanted to be anyways.
When I finally pushed her panties to the side and licked along her slit her knees started shaking and she slid further down the fridge as it was no longer enough support.
I strung one of her legs over my shoulder and continued to caress her with my tongue until she was crying out for release. But I didn’t stop until she was holding my head up against her and thrusting her hips into my face as she finally fell apart and cried out my name.
It was already my favorite sound to hear, when she cried out, it made my stomach clench and the ache to be inside her worsened. Its beauty was matched only by the alure from the look on her face when she was sighing from pleasure.
I was surprised when she pushed me away after she came, I fell back on my ass and she immediately crawled up my body and straddled my hips after she pulled my shorts down just enough to get to what she wanted.
“Kyla,” I said, as it was all I could manage as she guided my cock inside of her.
She threw her head back as she began to roll her hips over mine and said my name in return. Before her I would have said all sex is the same but there was something different with her. It was in the way her eyes always looked like a fire blazed in them, it was in the way her pouty lips parted, and she took me like I was the only man in the world. It was cliché as all hell, but I didn’t think anybody would ever fuck me like she could.
She dragged her fingernails across my chest, and I shuddered as she rode me faster.
When she started to come again her hands flew up to grab her breasts and all she said was, “Please.”
So, I flipped her over and fucked her with a desperation I didn’t know existed inside me as she screamed out my name.
Afterwards, as we lied on my kitchen floor, I began to feel like I couldn’t breathe as I thought of Red knowing. It was only the first day, so how the hell would we make it until June?
“I don’t know how this is all going to work out,” I said absent mindedly as I was deep in thought.
When she sat up to look down into my eyes, I saw the hope in hers waver and I felt overwhelmed with the need to make things right for her.
But I wasn’t there yet, I didn’t know what I wanted, or perhaps I was scared to admit it, and I of course didn’t want to hurt her.
I needed to think about how we were going to get away with it, if being together was what we both wanted. I needed to make sure I could protect our futures together, and as individuals.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, because of my own guilt and because I didn’t know what else to say.
Kyla's POV (>^.^)> <3
“Don’t you dare apologize to me Sora right now. Don’t you even think about it!” I cried, as I watched him get up, pull his shorts on, and pull himself inward and away from me after he muttered an apology I never wanted to hear.
“What the fuck else am I supposed to say Kyla? That I’m happy? That I feel good about sticking my dick in a high school chick? I need you to go, I seriously can’t think straight with you around and thinking is what I need to be doing right now.”
“That’s not fair, why can’t we discuss it together, why do you need to be away from me to decide how best to do this?”
“Because-” he said, and he pulled his shirt on.
I reached out and put my hand on his arm. “Because why?”
He looked over at me sadly. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, I know it’s frustrating. An hour ago, I just didn’t want to get caught for what I’m doing and now I feel guilty because we were caught by someone already.”
“If you cared about me, I think this would be easier for you. I see it all clearly now.” I wasn’t worth the risk.
I didn’t know what I was expecting. Him to ask me to be his girlfriend and live in secret until we could come out to the world? No, he never had any intentions beyond screwing me.
Of course, he felt nothing but guilt.
“Come on don’t go there, that’s not at all what is going on here. Just leave okay, it’s almost noon anyway,” he said, as he looked down at the floor and refused to look up at me.
I didn’t feel bad for him in that moment, all I knew was anger because I felt used. “Fuck you.”
I ran upstairs and grabbed the rest of my clothes, then I buttoned up my cardigan to cover up my torn buttons on my shirt as I ran back down the stairs.
I didn’t even look at him as I stormed out the backdoor.
“Kyla wait!” he yelled, as the door slammed behind me.
It was almost noon but luckily the pouring rain meant I was unlikely to run into any neighbors outside once I jumped his fence and ran to my car.
When I got to my car I didn’t go home, I just drove, and I ended up taking the backroads to the barn.
When I got there, I ran inside and called Amber and asked her to meet me and bring me some clothes.
She showed up twenty minutes later as I knew she would because unlike men I knew she would always be there for me.
“Dang girl you’re a mess.” She walked up to me as she licked her thumb and then rubbed under my right eye.
“Gross dude,” I said but I didn’t push her away.
“Your mascara was smeared because you�
�ve been crying… and why exactly have you been crying?” she asked, as she handed me a bag that had a pair of black joggers and a dark blue sweater of mine that she had previously borrowed inside.
“Thank you.” I took the clothes out and put them on quickly. “Well as you can imagine, Sora being Sora decided that he’s going to back track yet again. Even though it’s a little late for that.”
“Did you guys have sex!?” She looked surprised when I nodded my head even though she knew I was staying over there.
But I supposed I didn’t exactly tell her what had happened to make me go over there in the first place and what the plan had been, and well, things had escalated rather quickly all of a sudden.
She walked over to the torn brown couch that sat by the makeshift bar that was made from old wooden crates, and her face fell when she realized it wasn’t a good thing.
“So, what is that a bad thing?” she asked, and she patted the seat next to her and after I took it, she pulled out a pack of cheese crackers from her sweatshirt pocket and handed them to me.
I took them eagerly and started munching down on their cheesy goodness. “Yes and no.”
“Do you feel used?” she asked.
“I did for a minute while we were fighting. But no, I know it’s not like that. I think he feels reckless and it’s an uncomfortable feeling for him.”
I explained the whole night to her and the following morning including Red’s appearance at the worst possible time. Already being caught by one person probably did nothing but make the situation worse for him.
She nodded her head with interest while she listened to me and held on to my hand. “Well, you know I’m on your side all the way and at the same time I really can’t blame him at all. It’s annoying how he can’t make up his mind. But why would he feel good about himself?”
“I didn’t expect he would but it’s not like he screwed some girl that was half his age. It’s me! But he won’t admit that he cares about me so from his end that’s all it is to him. He sees it as if he’s just screwing a high schooler. But that’s not all this is. And I pursued it, I pushed him, I know I did, so he doesn’t need to feel guilty or ashamed.”