by KyAnn Waters
After turning on the water, he stripped off his boxers. About to close the bathroom door, he changed his mind, leaving it open. If Krissy doubted who took liberties with her shower, the transparent curtain would clear it up. Warm water sprayed over his fingers. He stepped beneath the gentle needles.
Keeping his hand on the tile wall to steady himself, he tucked his chin to his chest and let the water cascade over his head. He didn't move, just listened to the sound of the water hitting the curtain and trickling down the drain.
Keeping his eyes closed, he ran his hand down his torso. Taking his cock in his hand, he imagined Krissy's delicate fingers circling his shaft. Slowly at first, he stroked the length with a light grip. As he slid the taut skin to the crown, he felt a ripple effect in his tightening balls. Heat from the water seeped into his skin. Muscles in his forearm tensed. Thick ropy veins bulged and he gripped harder. The crown pulsed. Picking up speed, he fucked his fist. Hard and fast then slower and relaxed. This wasn't for a quick release. He imagined Krissy and prolonged the sweet torture.
“Johnny?” She stood in the doorway with bare legs. He imagined her naked under the shirt she wore. His shirt. “What are you doing?”
He kept his fist locked around his cock and demonstrated.
“I meant, why are you here?” She rolled her eyes when he grinned, sliding the skin up and down the hard length. “You didn't come over to beat off in my shower.”
“Where's the soap?”
She laughed.
“I hope to hell I'm an improvement over Regis.”
“You're drunk.”
“Yep. Had Drew drop me off.” He pulled open the curtain. “I think you should get me off.”
“I thought we were over.”
“I thought you wanted to go back to being friends.”
“We didn't have sex when we were just friends.”
“No, but I always wanted to. Come here, Krissy. Join me.” He continued to masturbate. Cupping his balls, he rolled them in his hand. “I'd rather your hand was doing this.”
“I don't think we should. We need to talk first.”
“Is that your final answer?”
She hesitated a moment, and then one by one she worked the buttons free. The shirt gaped. His eyes locked on the thin strip of silk panties covering the lips of her pussy.
“You're getting the floor wet,” she said. With the curtain open, water began to puddle.
“Am I getting you wet?”
“What do you think?” She fingered the silk and tugged it between her plump pussy lips to stimulate her clit. Reaching up, she plucked her tight nipples then pinched them between her thumb and finger.
“Can you lick your nipples?”
Her breasts were huge in her small hands. While kneading the milky smooth flesh between her wide spread fingers, they maintained eye contact. Krissy opened her mouth and licked her lips before she bent her head, brought her nipple to her mouth, and rasped the tip of her pink tongue over the darkened, pebbled tip.
“Ah fuck, that's hot.” Water sloshed when his hand moved faster, increasing the friction.
“Are we in a hurry?”
He groaned. The muscles in his forearm tightened and burned, but he continued to pump his shaft into the tight hole made by his gripped hand.
“Do you want to come, Johnny?”
“Eventually.” He dragged in a heavy breath and tightened his fist. The cock head darkened, and fluids seeped from the slit. He pressed his thumb to the hole and fought against release. When the need to come lessened, he stroked the shaft again.
No, he didn't want to hurry.
Krissy leaned against the doorjamb and slid her panties down around her upper thighs. Pressing the pad of her finger to her clit, she spread her legs and bent her knees. Her finger slid between the swollen flesh of her pussy and sank deep. Moaning, she clamped her lip between her teeth.
“I want to watch you come.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice revealed the level of his desire.
She licked two fingers. “Then pay attention.” Making a V with her wet fingers, she exposed her clit. Touching gently with her other hand, she flicked and circled the bundle of nerves. Breath hissed from her mouth.
Johnny's cock throbbed and his body tensed. Muscles in his back and shoulders bunched. She touched herself for him. He didn't think he'd ever been this turned on. His erection bordered on painful. The sleepiness left her eyes, replaced with building passion, climbing closer to the point of release. His body vibrated with indecision. Should he let her finish...or help her get there?
His nostrils flared sucking in the heady scent of arousal hanging heavy in the steamy room. Krissy's breath came in sharp pants, making her breasts tremble and nipples pucker. She closed her eyes and her thighs shook.
Stroking his cock faster, his fist clenched and released. Then her cry echoed off the walls. He turned to the spray, every nerve electrified. He growled and followed her orgasm with one of his own. Jets of hot cum spurted in aching pulses from his shaft. He groaned and vibrations tore through his balls.
Gulping in breath, he turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist. “Are you hungry?”
Hungry for what? Water droplets trailed down his chest and dripped from his hair. Krissy mouth dried at the sight of his biceps. She'd never see his arm again and not think about the way he flexed while stroking his shaft. Oh, yes, she was hungry.
Confusion overwhelmed her. Why had he come to her house? He'd made his position clear at the bar. She didn't want commitment. He'd gotten the message because he sure didn't act the same. He'd left the possessiveness in the empty beer bottle. Yet, the look in his eyes remained the same. He still wanted her.
To pleasure yourself in front of someone took a lot of trust. She'd never watched a man masturbate, and she sure as hell never thought she'd touch herself in front of Johnny. More revealing, she hadn't hesitated. When she'd seen him in the shower, she wanted to join him. Fear had momentarily kept her immobile. His moans had her remembering how he thrust into her pussy. Thinking about it now did the same. Would he want to sleep with her tonight? How would she handle another slumber party?
Johnny hollered from the kitchen. She pulled up her panties, and buttoning her shirt, she followed the voice. “What?”
“You're out of milk now.” He shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Want a bite?”
Did she? Hell, yes, she wanted the cool sensation of Johnny's milk mouth on her breast.
She stepped closer. The clean scent of the soap she used wafted to her nose. She stared into his eyes but didn't touch him. “Yes.” She bit his chest just above the flat of his nipple.
He chuckled.
“You're laughing at me?”
“Yes.” He took another bite of cereal. “You could say I saw the light while I was talking with Drew. You're right. We should just stay friends. You can relax because you don't need the whole seduction act.”
She scrunched her forehead. “How drunk are you?”
“Pretty drunk. But I can still get it up.” To prove it, he dropped the towel. “You want to ride my scooter?”
Krissy snorted. “Maybe you should come up with a more masculine name. Scooters aren't very impressive.”
“Impressive?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Now, your ass is impressive.” He set the bowl in the sink.
“I need to understand what we're doing. What does it mean if we sleep together?”
He tunneled his fingers into her hair. The thrill traveled to her toes.
“Tonight it doesn't mean anything.” His lips crashed onto hers, stealing her breath. Fierce longing clouded her thinking. That wasn't exactly what she wanted. But his tongue, cold from the milk, lapping her lips, dipping into her mouth convinced her they could talk in the morning.
“Oh.” Two talented fingers tugged her panties to the side. His knuckles brushed her curls, slid across her slick folds, and parted her pussy lips.
“You're
wet.”
“Yes.”
“And hot.” He circled the opening with his fingertip, smearing her cream.
“Getting hotter.” Grabbing his wrist, she pressed her mound into his hand, urging him enter her.
“Is this what you need?” He plunged into her searing, melting center.
“I just need you.”
Johnny stabbed a second finger into her cunt, scissoring back and forth. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Or do you just need to come.” He pulled his fingers from her body and circled her clit.
She whimpered. “I need you to make me come.”
“Then get on and take the scooter for a ride.”
“That's it.” Clasping hands, she led him into her bedroom.
Getting a little buzzed wasn't unusual for him. In this mood, she didn't know what to think. Definitely drunk, but how far gone, she couldn't guess. He walked a straight line. Words weren't slurred.
“Have your way with me.” He fell onto her bed, climbed to the pillows, and rolled to his back. Arms stretched out, he flexed his cock, moving it back and forth. “Take a seat on the scooter,” he said and laughed.
“Couldn't it be a bullet bike, or maybe an F- 16?”
“Too fast. Scooters might not have big engines, but they run forever.”
Why was she debating the name of his dick? She straddled his lap. “Who's driving?”
“Baby, I'm too drunk to drive. We'd get arrested.”
She slid down his cock.
“Ah, hell.” He grabbed her hips, arched, and surged deep.
No, having Johnny filling her with cock was more like heaven. She squeezed her knees to his side. “Definitely not a scooter.” He was too big, stuffed her too full.
Krissy put her hands straight behind her, clutched Johnny's upper thighs, and braced her body. He flexed his buttocks, dug his heels into the bed, and forced his cock deeper into her gloving tunnel. The perfect length and the perfect girth to break her apart in a shattering explosion. She rode him, a rhythmic rolling of hips. She panted, writhed, and clenched her internal muscles.
“Thank god we don't have rules anymore.”
“Why's that?” She leveraged onto her knees, rearing up until only the head of his cock stretched her opening. Then she took him within again, tightening her walls.
“Oh, yeah, that feels good. Because if we still had rules, I wouldn't be able to touch your tits.” Her breasts thrust forward. “Ah, nice.” He cupped a breast in each hand. He kneaded the smooth flesh, lifting and pushing them together. “One day I'm going to fuck your tits.” Her nipples hardened and sent a tingle along her spine. Creamy warmth pooled in her core. “That is after I fuck your ass.”
A laugh rolled from her chest. “How can I resist a man who speaks poetry?” She smiled and swiveled her hips, screwing his cock into her pussy.
“Krissy, baby, you'll never have to.” He increased the tempo.
Oh, hell, he was proving his power over her body. Her pussy squeezed his cock, trying to hold him in as he rubbed within her channel so good. Each stroke was an erotic exploration of the simmering passion between them. They fit. Her eyes closed and her body smoldered. The fiery intensity built.
Johnny grunted, bucking into her. “Fuck, are you close?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, oh.” She came— hard jolting convulsions the shocked her to the soul.
“That's it.” Johnny groaned and came with equal intensity. His hands shook and his body jerked. They stayed locked together. She smiled and reveled in the feel of his hot shaft still pulsing in her passage. “Still tired?”
“Tired feels good.”
He tumbled her to his side and pulled her close. “Yes, it does.” He closed his eyes, sighed heavily, and did what men usually did after a bout of incredible sex...he went to sleep.
Johnny listened to Krissy's gentle snoring next to him. She was beautiful, her mouth soft, body warm. She sighed and snuggled closer. Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed her temple.
He glanced at her one more time. More than anything, he wanted to stay. He took a deep breath. His plan had backfired. So now, he'd try hers. Just friends, but like Drew pointed out, friends who enjoyed fucking each other.
He slipped from the bed with a smile on his face. He'd play it close to the bone. Just like Krissy wanted. He crept to the bathroom for his clothing and took his cell from his pocket. Calling Drew wasn't an option. He needed a ride, but at four in the morning, he'd have to come up with another choice. Not wanting to wake sleeping beauty, he dressed quickly and left.
Johnny stood on the street and phoned a cab company.
Krissy stretched, reaching for Johnny. Cracking her eyes, she saw the empty space beside her. “Are you making coffee?” When she didn't get a reply from the quiet apartment, she crawled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.
Queasiness rolled through her stomach. Johnny's clothes were gone. Wide- awake now, she hurried to the living room. When had he left and why? Last night was wonderful. Masturbating in front of Johnny had been a liberating experience. She'd never felt such a powerful connection.
She started the coffeepot and let her mind replay the night's events. He'd been everything she'd ever wanted. A thought chilled her skin. Had last night been a way to teach her a lesson? He'd preformed to her ideal fantasy man. He was adventurous, yet tender. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, and his responses to her had empowered her to lose all reservations. They'd both been completely uninhibited.
The aroma of coffee hit her nose. Her stomach revolted. Rushing to the bathroom, she retched. Damn him for playing with her confused emotions. She didn't like this side of him.
She went back to the kitchen and picked up the cell phone and text messaged, Where R U?
She dropped her phone to the counter. The agitated beat of her heart pounded in her ears, fear weighing heavy on her chest. She poured a cup of coffee and took it with her into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Standing in the shower, she put her hand on the tile and bowed her head, remembering the way Johnny had looked with his hand on his cock. Fear drained away, leaving hollowness. Then she spun, the heat adding to the nausea. Her head lightened. She turned the water cooler, fighting the need to retch again. It didn't help. She stumbled from the shower and sat on the closed toilet seat.
Damn, this day was bound to be long and tiring. She dressed and fixed her hair. By the time she got around to sipping her coffee, it tasted bitter.
She tossed her phone into her purse and headed out the door. Good thing Johnny wasn't standing in front of her because when she found him, she planned to clobber him.
“Oh shit.” She'd forgotten she left her car at Stu's. She sighed and called Drew. He'd agreed to take her back. Undoubtedly tangled in some woman's arms, well, he could just unwind his limbs and come get her. She shook the image of Drew in bed from her mind. No. The only image she wanted was Drew pulling up in his car in front of her apartment.
She dialed. “I need my car.”
He answered with a groan.
“Drew!”
“Call someone else. I can't move. Get your boyfriend to call someone.”
“My boyfriend bailed during the night.”
Drew laughed.
“It isn't funny. Was his coming over last night a joke? Why did you bring Johnny to my apartment?”
“I'm too tired for this conversation. All I know is Johnny decided he'd give you what you wanted.”
What did she want? After last night, she couldn't deny the special connection she had to Johnny. Yet, she couldn't shake the uneasiness.
“God, you're no help.” She flipped the phone closed and called Shelby.
Johnny didn't like hurting Krissy. And he knew her well enough to know she didn't give men second chances. He wasn't usually on the receiving end of her anger, but he read between the lines of her text message.
He stared at the phone, not sure he wanted t
o call her back. Intimidated by a wisp of a woman? He shook his head. They were supposed to go to his parents tomorrow. Not nearly enough time to wear off her pissed mood. Avoiding her seemed like the chicken's way out. Bak, bak.
Therefore, he had a Saturday with nothing to do. And at this point no vehicle in which to do it. He called Drew.
“Why would I come for you when I wouldn't get your girlfriend?”
Johnny's mouth dried. “She's pissed. I caught a cab home this morning because I was still drunk, too drunk to drive anyway.”
Drew laughed. “Yeah, she isn't too happy you left her last night. She thinks it's some great scam on your part to get her back for the fight at the bar.”
“So basically your advice sucked. I'll hang at your place for a while, get some coffee in me, and shake this hangover.”
“Can't do it. And don't blame me. I told you to be fuck buddies. I'm still in bed with my buddy. So call me later.” Drew hung up.
Johnny snorted. Krissy's horrible track record rubbed off on him. Nothing worked the way he imagined. Getting together with Krissy should have been easy.
Shelby gave Krissy a ride to get her car, shifting her eyes from the road to Krissy and back again.
“What?” she snapped.
“I just wonder what's going on with you,” Shelby said.
“Nothing. I feel like shit this morning.”
“Because of the fight with Johnny?”
Yes and no. She was upset about the bar, but it was what happened last night that made her sick this morning. She wasn't ready to admit her feelings for Johnny. If he'd played a game with her, it was the cruelest thing he'd ever done.
“I don't want to talk about Johnny.” Right now those mendacious emotions hurt too much. Damn the sexual tugs. Heat built behind her eyes and her stomach rolled. “I don't want to go home. So what are you doing today?” She didn't want Johnny to think she sat home waiting for him even though that was exactly what she wanted to do.