by Kaylee, Katy
“I slapped him across the face and climbed over the table. I ran out of the restaurant and down the street. I was so nervous and scared that he might come after me and do something to me. So I ran as fast as I could without looking back. If it wasn’t for a freshman I’d met in the cafeteria driving back seeing me. I’m pretty sure Mr. Barnes would have caught me. I was scared for my life.” Christina admitted and started to shake.
I rubbed her head and told her that she was safe in my arms. I reassured her that nothing like that would ever happen to her again. She sobbed silently in my arms and said that she didn’t know what she would have done if I hadn’t answered my phone.
“Don’t worry about that. I answered and I left as soon as you said you needed me. I will always be there for you,” I promised.
I kissed Christina on her forehead and rubbed her back until she fell asleep in my arms. I listened to her carefully inhale and exhale. She was sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to wake her. But, I knew she didn’t want to wake up on my couch alone at my place. I allowed her a few more moments of peaceful sleep before I kissed her lips softly to awaken her from sleep. She batted her eyes up towards me and began to smile. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me closer to kiss her once more. I could tell by the passionate way she kissed me that she wanted only me inside of her again.
I slid my tongue deeper inside her mouth as my right hand began to unbutton her top. Her nipples instantly grew hard from my touch. I rubbed them softly between my hands. Christina began to moan softly as she began to bite my bottom lip. She began to rub my chest and push my tee shirt up over my neck. I assisted her and took my shirt completely off. I rested my back against the soft plush coach pillow as Christina began to kiss my chest softly. I could tell by the lust in her eyes that she wanted me to love her deeply with my cock. Her eyes begged for me to take off her clothes and make her my one and only. Her soft lips nibbled on my nipples.
Within a matter of minutes my cock grew hard and began bulging outside of my pants. I unzipped my pants and directed Christina’s hands into my boxer shorts. She obliged and left a trail of her soft red lip stick all over my body. One by one her lipstick left an unforgettable trail of hot passion towards my cock. She pulled my cock from its pants and started to squeeze the head and slide her hand up and down.
“Taste me,” I requested. Christina scooted a little bit lower and wrapped her red lips around my cock. The moistness from her lips caused me to want to ejaculate all in her mouth. I bought the urge to have her plunge my cock deeply down her throat. I wanted to savor every moment of it. I allowed her to stroke my cock a few minutes longer as I encouraged her to spit on my cock. I liked it nice, wet, and nasty. Christina was a good girl and did as she was told.
“You want to come for me, daddy?” Christina urged.
“No,” I affirmed.
“I want to taste you. Sit on my face,” I commanded.
Christina smiled a crooked smile and did as I requested. She slid up her dress and removed her thong black panties. She tossed them in the air and turned to kiss me once more. I sucked softly on her bottom lip as she ran her hands through my mane. She moaned louder as my hands began to squeeze her ass. She smelled like creamy white peaches all over. Her aroma aroused me instantly. I scooted down on the sofa to rest my head comfortably on the pillow. I lifted Christina up a few inches and buried my face between her thighs. I opened my mouth wide enough and allowed my tongue to play hide and seek inside her tight pussy walls. Christina began to shriek as I began to suck on her clit. She rode my face like a wave as I pushed her ass into my face further. I wanted to make her legs tremble as she exploded all over my face. I slid my thumb into her ass and sucked twice as hard on her clit. Christina began to arch her back and rode my face faster.
“Yes daddy! Give it to me!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
I moved up further inside her ass hole and I could tell that Christina was enjoying every moment of pleasure. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head as I penetrated her ass and licked her pussy simultaneously. Just as I intended, she erupted into a mountain of many earthquakes. I spread my lips wide and received the flow of her ripe juicy berry into my mouth. Christina soon climbed down from my face and licked my face all over. She smiled and kissed me with love in her eyes. In between kisses she asked, “Do you like the way I taste daddy?”
“I love it sweetheart!” I confessed enthusiastically.
Just as Christina thought that our fun time was over I grabbed her by her hips and slid my cock inside her hole. Her mouth slacked open as she began to arch her back and bounce on my cock. I grabbed on to her hips and pushed my cock deeper inside her pussy. Christina’s breasts began to jiggle seductively in the air. Her nipples were rock hard. I leaned forward to put them inside my mouth. With the flick of my tongue, Christina became much than before. She enjoyed bouncing on her daddy dick so she got on her tip toes and started popping her hot pink pulsating pussy in my face. The view of her pussy lips squeezing my rock hard dick excited me even more. I wanted to bury my face inside her snatch and fuck her at the same time. Christina began to rub on her clit as she bounced up and down on my cock.
The erotic sounds coming out of her mouth caused me to pre-cum inside her boiling hot pussy. She stared down at me and bit her lips. I could tell she was enjoying fucking me just as much as I was enjoyed fucking her that night.
I begin to smack Christina on her ass and she yelled out loud that she wanted more. I smacked her harder and she begged for more . The sound of her begging me to punish her like a naughty school excited me. I threw Christina onto her back and forced her onto her stomach. She arched her back and planted her ass in the air. I entered her and treat like it was our first time having sex. The more I stroked her deeply the more moist she became between her thighs. My cock continued to pulsate as I matched the rhythm of the loving she was putting on me. I wrapped my hands around Christina’s neck and gave her a few longer and deeper strokes. Her pussy began to talk back to me. The sound of my balls smacking her wet pussy sent me into overdrive. I wrapped my hands around her throat and pulled her toward me. I kissed Christina on her lips and buried my seed deep inside of her. When I pulled out I crawled on top of Christina. She wrapped her thick legs around my waist and ran her hands through my mane. I rested my head on her stomach. I didn’t mind that my ass was exposed and we were butt naked inside my living room. I just felt like I could do anything as long as Christina was by my side. She rubbed my head and said, “Come here baby, I want to tell you something.”
I rose up to meet her beautiful face. I kissed her once red lips from instinct and stared into her eyes.
Christina cleared her throat and said, “No one has ever come to my rescue. Not until I met you, Nathan. You have walked into my life and changed my world. I just wanted to thank you for loving all of me for me. It meant a lot to me.”
I kissed Christina’s lips and smiled. “I’d do anything to make you happy. I just want to spend every day of life with you. You mean so much to me. We’ve only known each other for such a short time. But, I feel like I could love you forever and a day.”
“Do you really mean that, Nathan?”
“Christina, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. I love you from the bottom of my heart.”
“I love you, too, Nathan. I want to love you forever and always,” Christina replied.
We rested on the couch a few minutes longer, until we retired to the bedroom where I held Christina in my arms the entire night.
8
Christina
Returning to the college environment helped to restore myself of sense—somewhat. My life felt upside down, and sometimes I meant that literally. I was relieved to have Nathan tell me that I didn’t have to answer to Roy any longer. I’m sure Nathan had something to do with that but I was transferred to another department and spent my time writing grant proposals for youth programs. It was interesting and normal; two things that helped to ro
und out my life. The money, obviously, was what kept me afloat.
Nathan’s burrow was a special kind of refuge. Closing out the world and being almost soundproof let you imagine yourself in a perfect world. He paid me a lot of attention and it was welcomed. I know he sensed the upset I felt inside after Roy, so he mostly held me as we slept. I liked that he was sensitive to that and as a result, things between us became different. I think we both understood that we were capable of exotic sex, but agreed without saying it that we also wanted the secure, everyday life that couples create once they’ve been together for a long period of time.
Relating to Nathan’s profession, he asked me to help him develop a sex therapy program for new couples. I knew that wasn’t the sort of thing he could do alone, he needed a partner. I agreed to help him out, but I made it clear I wouldn’t take part in live penetration demonstrations, or without clothing—not with anyone, including him. My experience with Roy had brought my taste for trusting others to a roaring halt. I could tell he was disappointed. I think he hoped it would open some new world of raging sexual perversion and he would go down into the history books as its originator. I had been doing some reading on the topic of sex. In what I’d been reading, he could hardly become an innovator. People for eons, bored throughout the long nights, had taken part in unimagineable perversion, for entertainment if nothing else. There was nothing yet to be uncovered.
Nathan was disappointed, so we compromised. The students would be allowed to participate among themselves with abandon, and I do the line at nudity and penetration. I also didn’t want the classes to be held anymore but at Nathan’s burrow. Personally, I felt it was a more intimate environment and it made me more comfortable.
Nathan was selective in his students. He chose the more interesting, motivated people from his college classes and his private consultations and assembled them for a twice monthly meeting. I didn’t have to do anything but be sure there were some snacks and drinks available. Nathan would come and pick me up before the class and he was very affectionate, doing his best to put me in the proper mood. I appreciated that consideration, but I still felt inhibited. Roy had definitely left his mark. With the income from the sex therapy classes, I could cut back my hours at the college, although I enjoyed my job and I did need the money so I kept as many hours as I could. I knew Nathan had intended for me to reduce my college time, saying that he missed my company. He had a way of subtly making his wishes known and pressuring me into honoring them. He did say at the beginning, however, that my body was my own and I should never allow anyone to take away my power of choice. I let that ideal blossom in my head. I learned to hold my ground.
I did enjoy meeting the couples who came. They were from every walk of life. Before we started, I thought I’d be able to pick them out around me, on the street or at the grocery. I was so wrong. They varied in height, color, professional accomplishments and incomes. One woman, whose name was Laura, worked in a homeless shelter during the day, a place where sexual relationships were definitely discouraged. When she came to the program, however, she turned into a dominatrix, complete with black leather and a cropped whip. Another woman, Sarah, was a nurse at a senior citizen home during the day. Both women were compassionate and empathetic in their professions, but seemed to like to release some inner dark need. The program allowed them to do that.
I wondered what they thought about me; where I’d come from and what I did during the day. Would they be surprised at my middle-class upbringing, complete with morals that dictated you couldn’t kiss a boy until the third date? Actually, did I even believe that in myself? While I refused to take part in the physical intimacy the program allowed, I could feel myself forming preferences about what excited me and what was frightening. I wondered at Macon. He’d left me feeling pretty cold. I’d had to ask him specifically for what I’d wanted and even then, he would somehow short change me by falling asleep or claiming a muscle cramp. The people I watched in Nathan’s program seemed unrestrained, joyful and yet respectful of their partner’s wishes. I knew some of that was Nathan’s coaching and it made me feel safer in his presence when we were alone.
One night as the group was finishing up and putting on their coats to leave, Nathan got a phone call on his cell. He took the phone to his bedroom for the conversation and I finished up telling people goodnight. I heard him say the name Macon a few times, which jarred me and conjured up the image of my former lover. I felt confused by a sudden rush of missing him. I couldn’t do that; not with Nathan now in my life. It wasn’t fair. When he finished his call he came out of the bedroom and I saw by the look on his face that he wasn’t happy.
“Anything wrong?”
“It’s my son. I’m looking forward to the day that I don’t have to rescue him every few weeks. The boy won’t keep a job, sleeps wherever he drops for the night and is essentially undependable and immature.”
“Wow. That’s kind of harsh, don’t you think? Maybe you’re just tired and would have rather gone to bed than deal with that call?”
“Wish I could, but he needs me to come and pick him up.”
“Really? At this hour?”
“I know. It’s a pain, but he suckers me every time. One of these days I’m going to say no,” he proclaimed, “but I’m just not to that point quite yet.”
“Should I go home? I can call an Uber.” I wasn’t looking forward to coming in between the two of them. I had a feeling the conversation was going to be like a stick of dynamite.
“No, just ride along. I want you here tonight, with me. He has his own room.”
“Are you sure? Because…”
“No! Get your coat. We’ll pick him up and head straight home. He can fend for himself. You and I will go to bed.” It was his forceful voice I’d come to recognize so I knew there was no use in arguing. I just resigned myself to it and plucked my coat off the hook by the door and slid into the sleeves, tying the belt around my waist. Nathan locked the door behind us and opened the passenger door for me. It had begun to snow; big puffy flakes. We wouldn’t have known if we’d stayed inside. The burrow isolated us from the entire world.
I reached to turn on the radio and Nathan didn’t object. I didn’t want to ask questions that would only make him more angry and he didn’t want to answer them. Music seemed to be the best option. I knew he liked Classical, so I searched until I found some and that’s when I noticed the streaming services on the face of the music console. I’d never used anything that fancy and didn’t want to play around with it in the dark and when Nathan was in that mood, so I let it go.
Nathan was a skilled driver, his hand loose on the wheel so when we slid on the freezing street, he allowed the car to recover and didn’t fight it. I felt comfortable enough that I could snuggle back into the seat and just mellow out to the music. That was a stretch for me; I preferred to drive and not ride passenger. It was a trust issue, but somehow with Nathan, it didn’t bother me.
He seemed to know where he was going and I noticed that the neighborhoods we were crusing through grew rougher and rougher. “Want to talk?” I invited.
“Not now. I’ll get Macon home and then we can talk in bed, if that’s what you want to do.”
I knew he was hinting at something more intimate, but I wasn’t in the mood. He would be emotional, maybe even angry with his son and that could make his temper short. Anyway, I’d feel weird making love knowing his son was in the next room. I let it go for the time being, shrinking further into my seat.
Nathan swung the car into a fast food restaurant and drove around to the back where the dumpsters were lined up. A figure carrying a backpack materialized from between them, his head down as the heavy snow practically blinded me. The car was a two-door, so I turned to face Nathan, shoved the door open and pulled the seat toward me so Macon could get into the back. There were no words between the men. I pulled the door shut and the overhead light went off, drowning us in darkness except for the neon green glow from the dashboard. I settled back into m
y seat, glad for the heavy scarf I’d worn. I pulled it high over my ears, shutting out the world. I even dozed off for a little until the car’s braking and lack of movement startled me awake.
I touched the door lock and then swung it wide open so I could get out. I thought I’d go ahead and let the men have their words. But Macon pushed the seat forward and followed me immediately out of the car while Nathan was shutting down the motor and getting out on his side. Macon’s eyes searched for my face in the folds of the heavy scarf and I almost lost my footing and fell when I saw him. It was my Macon. He was equally alarmed as he recognized me. His mouth opened as if to speak, but quickly shook my head and he remained silent. I guess we both recognized in that moment that we needed to remain strangers as far as his father was concerned.
I stood back and let him pass me to get into the house. I closed my door slowly and then played a little in the snow covering the drive, drawing a heart with the toe of my shoe. I heard Nathan’s voice as he opened the door for Macon and then he was at my side, wrapping one arm over my shoulder. “I’m sorry about all this,” he began.
I shook my head. “Don’t apologize. This is between you and your son.”
He seemed to accept that. “He’ll only be here a couple of days and then things will go back to normal. We’ll have to just be a little more modest in our lovemaking,” he summarized. I didn’t say a word. There would be time for that later. I was glad we’d just had a class; the next wouldn’t be for another two weeks.
My head was spinning so fast, I slid and Nathan caught me from falling.
It was Macon! My Macon!
All this time I’d pictured someone who looked like Nathan and was younger. What to do? As much as I knew Nathan wanted me in his life, Macon was his blood. If Nathan learned that the woman in his bed had shared herself with his son, he would pull back and I’d be out on my fanny. I hoped Macon would stay quiet. I suspected as long as he was living on his father’s good graces, and once he saw it was between us, he’d keep quiet, letting me run interference for him.