I Know What's Real

by Maggie Kane

  I chew my lip and decide I need some air to get my creative juices flowing. The thoughts swirling in my head have a few other juices flowing but they are proving more distracting than inspiring. I definitely need to get out of here for a bit.

  “Max,” I call as I get up to find my sneakers and his leash. He regards me with baleful eyes and doesn’t move. “You are the laziest thing that ever lived. Come on. Let’s go to the park.” I talk in that stupid voice people use with dogs and babies. He isn’t impressed. I don’t want to stand here arguing with him so I cut to the chase, “If you don’t get off of that mat, you don’t get any supper.” I give him a nudge with my toe and pick up his food bowl to show him I mean business. He gives me his dirtiest look and lumbers to his feet. He stretches and gives a yawn. Life is an endless bore to Max unless it involves food or sleep.

  We get a little momentum built as we walk to the park. By the time we get the fenced green space set aside for dogs, Max is animated enough to pass for a real dog instead of the stuffed animal he usually impersonates. He sniffs butts, wags his tail and hikes his leg. I let him do his doggie thing, as I stand and think.

  What kind of story to write? Sexy, obviously, but how to set it up for a guy I know nothing about. I turn it over and over in my head, thinking of what Alec had said. Keep it real. I decide it isn’t about what he is interested in. It needs to show something about me. I smile as it all clicks into place. I know what I’m going to write.

  I call to Max. He ignores me as he lays in the shade. I roll my eyes as the other doggie parents smirk. I walk across the grass, snap on Max’s leash, and coax him to his feet. I promise him a hotdog to go with his diet dog food if he’ll move faster than a snail’s pace. My fingers are itching for the keyboard.

  It’s just after 10 when I finish. My panties are damp from writing and remembering. That spring day so many years ago is something I haven’t thought about in a long time. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life.

  My college days had been an endless series of flirting and fun. Good grades were easy for me and between my scholarships and parent’s support, I didn’t have to work. I let the good times roll. Being a grownup had been a rude awakening with a clock to punch and deadlines that were hard for the first time ever. My carefree existence evaporated into a world of words as I struggled to make a living chasing my dream of being a writer.

  So here I am over five years later wound up over writing a story I hope excites a man I’ve never met. I wonder if that girl that flirted and played her way through college is still in here somewhere. My body is humming with a forgotten thrill of desire. I want to lie down, pleasure myself, and relive it again in my mind. First things first, I have to send it to Alec.

  The butterflies are back as I pull up my personal email. He’s right. This is best kept separate from work. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I don’t even know this guy. It is no big deal if he doesn’t like it. It’s not like I have to see him every day.

  A bit of bedtime reading. Enjoy! Based on REAL events, by the way….

  K

  I hit send hurriedly so I don’t chicken out. I think about how crazy the whole thing is and remind myself for the hundredth time that it is all just for fun. It isn’t real. My body doesn’t care. It is on fire with lust and desire. I stop worrying and decide that it is time for a walk down memory lane.

  Chapter 4

  I’m lounging in bed, watching a bit of mindless TV and waiting for sleep when Kinsey’s email hits my inbox. I can’t help it. It makes me smile just knowing that she sent me something. I know it is going to be sexy even before I open it.

  Real events? This might be even more interesting than I thought. I start reading. I like that she used my name. Instantly, I’m able to feel like part of the story. I read further, and soon I’m ripping through the words, unable to stop and savor them. Damn, the girl can write.

  My cock is hard and throbbing as I start it a second time- slowly. I want to appreciate her words. I want to get to know her through these pages.

  Spring had been tantalizing us by making brief appearances with warm breezes, sunshine, and a creeping green that seemed to get brighter every day. Tired of being cooped up and dealing with a major case of cabin fever, I had been holding my breath for it to arrive in earnest. On the first warm Saturday, I grab my favorite hiking buddy, Alec, and hit the trail.

  Alec and I have been hiking, and other things, together on and off for over a year. A few weeks ago, we had been able to squeeze in a quick, slightly chilly hike on an unusually warm winter day. The sun had shone brilliantly in the sky and warmed our shoulders and faces as we hiked. We had had the place to ourselves and had taken advantage of the solitude to make love at the summit of the trail. The tease of the cold air against our hot skin made it all the more fun.

  That experience is much on my mind as I arrange our packs and Alec ties his boots. Apparently, it’s on his mind too. He walks up behind me and puts his hands on my hips. As he leans down, I tilt my head to allow him better access to nibble on my neck. I press back into him, feeling that hard, warm body behind me.

  “Think we can have a replay of last time,” he murmurs into my ear and takes the lobe between his teeth.

  I shiver and smile. I love it when he does that. I glance around the full parking lot and say, “Doubt it. It looks like everybody and their uncle is here today.”

  “Don’t be such a scardy cat. It’s a big mountain. There has to be someplace where we can have some privacy,” he whispers against my neck.

  The sound of tires on pavement and doors slamming jars me back to the fact that we were definitely not in private at the moment. I pull away and hand him his backpack. I give him a “we’ll see” smile and take off toward the trailhead.

  Alec is an easy hiking partner. He doesn’t make me run to keep up with him or expect me to hold a conversation while walking uphill and enjoying nature. I let him set the pace, content to follow his lead. Of course, from this position, I’m treated to a view of his nicely toned ass walking in front of me on the trail. I love watching his body- hard and fit. He moves with agility, power, and grace. It makes my mouth water.

  The trail is crowded. It isn’t a terribly difficult climb so it draws hikers of all levels. We stop about halfway up for water and a snack. Alec is on me the minute I sit down. I return his kisses but quickly pull away hearing boots and voices approaching.

  He grins, “Come on. Let’s give them something to talk about.” His hand slides up the leg of my hiking shorts. I roll my eyes and push it away.

  “There are kids out here. You will just have to wait.” I stand and pull on my backpack. He ‘helps’ me situate the pack taking the opportunity to caress my breast and squeeze my ass. I elbow him softly in the ribs and give him a look over my shoulder. He grins at me as we set out again.

  The rest of the hike goes on in much the same vein. Every opportunity, Alec is increasingly difficult to dissuade. He’s downright frustrated by the time we make it back to the parking lot and is actually pouting just a bit as we got into the car.

  “Oh, come on. I’ll make it up to you when we get back to your place,” I promise with a kiss on his cheek.

  “You better believe you will. I really wanted you on the trail again. It was so hot last time. Too bad you’re such a good girl,” he says and easily fends off the punch I try to land on his arm. He knows I hate it when he calls me a ‘good girl’- even if it is true.

  It’s my turn to pout for a minute. I chew my lip and watch the slowly waking forest slide by outside my window. I decide to make Alec forget he ever thought I was a ‘good girl’.

  I take his hand and trace it lightly with my fingertips, working up his wrist and forearm. He’s in driving mode, relaxed with one hand on the wheel and the cruise set. I can tell that he is enjoying my touch. I work my way up his arm and play with the hair at the back of his neck. I trace his ear and jawline. I love to touch him. I wiggle closer, lean over, and kiss hi
m on the neck, pressing my breast against his arm. I hear him suck in a breath and let it out with a soft laugh.

  “What are you doing,” he asks mildly as I continue to kiss his neck.

  Apparently, I am not being clear enough. My hand meanders to his leg and begins its gentle tracing on the inside of his thigh just below the hem of his shorts. I move ever upward until I find his half hard cock through his shorts. I slide my hand back and forth over it. He hardens with every pass. The feel of it makes me hot and wet. He groans softly. I finally have his attention.

  “Fuck. What are you doing?” This time there’s a hint of surprise in his voice.

  I don’t respond. I just keep up my stroking and kissing. I feel the heat rise in his skin and his breathing quicken. He doesn’t say anything else but adjusts the seatback to recline a few notches. With slow deliberate movements, he takes the steering wheel in both hands and issues a challenge with his eyes. I respond with a wink and a grin. He is seriously underestimating me.

  I open his shorts and free his very hard cock. I smile as I licked the tip. A fury of desire possesses me as I lower my head, determined to make him rethink his opinion of what a good girl can do.

  I take him deep in my mouth and suck hard. The answering gasp makes my core clench in response. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hands tighten their grip on the steering wheel. I wrap my hand around his hard shaft. I stroke him firmly while my tongue runs over the tip of his cock. I want more and take him completely into my mouth to where he hits the back of my throat. I hear him groan, and he seems to get even harder. I run my tongue along his shaft as I slide him in and out of my mouth, sucking hard each time I get to the tip.

  “Keep it on the road.” I hear him telling himself. It excites me even more, and I ramp up my speed. He’s getting close and is so hard and smooth in my mouth. One hand comes off the wheel and buries itself in my hair. He pushes me down making me take all of him deep in my throat. I take it and let him thrust up as he cums, exploding in my mouth and throat.

  He’s breathing hard and I realize that we’ve stopped moving, though his hand has a white-knuckled grip on the wheel. He looks at me with amazement and a naked lust as he pulls back on the road.

  I stop reading for a moment. I can imagine cruising along, her mouth driving me wild. I stroke myself as I think about it. Her mouth and hand- how they would feel around my hard dick, how her tongue would feel sliding hot and smooth along my shaft. I smile and go back to the story.

  “Where the hell did that come from,” he asks darting a look in my direction.

  “What? You didn’t know that good girls knew how to do that?” I give him my best innocent yet coy expression.

  Alec doesn’t say anything. He puts his foot down and drives hard for a few minutes. I jump when he abruptly pulls off the road into one of the many little trail parking areas that pepper this area of the national forest. It’s dusk and this one is empty. He parks at the far end- well away from the road with the passenger side facing the wood line.

  “Good girl, my ass,” he says slamming it in park and practically exploding out of the car. In a blink, he is at my door, wrenching it open. His mouth is on mine as he leans in and crushes his kiss against my mouth. I respond instantly, still excited by what I had just done but more so by his unraveling control. His hands tug at my legs and shorts. I lift my hips and he pulls them and my panties to my knees.

  “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he instructs and kneels outside the door. I swing around and he pulls me toward him so his head rests between my legs.

  Alec’s mouth is on me in an instant. I arch against him. His tongue is hot and firm sliding against my clit. I grind myself against him urging him to go faster. He slides his fingers into me and I clench tightly. My fingers twine in his hair and hold his face against me. Pleasure builds in my core. My hips flex up against him and a moan erupts from deep inside me. Waves of energy explode from my center, and my moan becomes a ragged gasp. I jerk and spasm on and on as his mouth is relentless against me. I am breathing like I just climbed another mountain before he untangles himself from my legs.

  I think about how amazing it would be to watch her climax like that, to feel her working herself against my mouth. I wonder what she would taste like. I’m astounded at how badly I want to find out. I want to make her moan. The thought of her legs over my shoulders while I devour her makes me stroke harder. I am so close but make myself slow down. I want to read the rest of the story.

  Alec pushes to his feet and grabs my hands to pull me to my feet outside of the car. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. It drives me wild. I kiss him fiercely and can feel him, hard again, pressing against me. He groans against my mouth and spins me around. Roughly, he pushes me so I bend over the hood and kicks my feet wide.

  He is inside me before I can even process what he’s planning. My back arches and another moan ricochets into the night. I brace myself and rock my hips back to meet him. His grip on my hips is hard. I hear his own moan of pleasure as he starts to thrust inside me. He pounds into me hard and deep.

  “Harder, Alec, harder,” I pant and moan. It is all I can think, all I know, all I want. He slams into me again and again, and I rock back to meet him. He is driving us hard to the edge, and we fall over together. I let the release spiral through me and feel him as he pours himself inside me. Gradually, we slow to a stop. I rest my head against the warm metal of the hood and realize dimly that the motor is still running.

  Alec steps back and helps me straighten up. He pulls me to his chest and kisses me gently. He traces my face lightly and runs a thumb over my lip. I look up at him, and he gives me one of his grins.

  “You were right. You are a very good girl.”

  Images dance through my head. I can see me pounding her over the hood of the car as she moans and begs for more. I can imagine the heat of her as I slide in and out. I feel her hips under my hands and how eager she is as she rocks to meet me.

  “Fuck,” I say to the empty room and push myself to my feet. There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep now. I head to the shower and as the hot water slides down my body, Kinsey’s story plays in my head again. My body throbs with desire for her. I work my hand up and down my shaft thinking of her mouth. I stroke faster imagining her tongue sliding over the tip. I feel the surge of pleasure roll through me. I feel my balls draw up as I stroke harder. Kinsey’s moans sound in my ears as I explode.

  I lean on the wall of the shower, slowing my breathing. I put my face in the stream of hot water trying to chase the ghosts of images from my mind. I don’t even know what this woman looks like, but I just jerked off in the shower thinking about her.

  I’ve never done anything like this before. I am dangerously close to violating my rule of never mixing business with pleasure. Dating, flirting, or fucking coworkers is never a good idea. Moreover, I don’t play with unknown women online. I prefer my women live in reality. The virtual world is full of disasters. As I towel off before heading back to bed, I know that I don’t want to stop talking with Kinsey. I have to see how this plays out.

  Chapter 5

  Morning seems to be extra eager today with sunshine and birdsong. I rub my eyes and glance at Max, snoring softly on his bed. He has been the only man in my life for so long. I couldn’t even conjure my ex-boyfriend’s image last night as I relived that evening in the forest so many years ago. I remember his surprise when I had played with him in the car and the feel of the warm metal of the car hood on my face. I remember the excitement and his barely contained control. But I can’t remember him or what he looked like. The vague impression I have of Alec kept creeping in as I touched myself. It was his mouth and his hands that I had imagined as my fingers worked and my body responded. When my back arched and pleasure bloomed inside me, it was the ghostly impression of Alec that kissed me and told me that I was beautiful.

  How can I have a fantasy of someone I know nothing about? I know more than most how false virtual imp
ressions can be. I met Larry about six months ago. He’s balding, with a small paunch and a sweet smile. He’s old enough to be my father and is married with a couple of grandkids. It doesn’t stop me from flirting with him, but our conversations took a different tone after we met. The excitement of the unknown was gone, replaced with a reality that didn’t live up to the fantasy.

  As I get ready for the day, I remind myself, again, that I’m just having some fun with Alec. It isn’t going anywhere so what’s the harm? I’ll probably never meet him so he can be whatever I want him to be.

  With a final warning to my overeager imagination, I check my email. I’ve been dying to check it from the instant I woke up but purposely made myself wait. I need to get a grip on my imagination.

  I try not to pay too much attention to the excited flip of my stomach at the sight of Alec’s email.

  Kinsey,

  My, my… a good girl who knows how to be naughty. You can indeed write. Well done and thank you.

  Based on real events- I admit that makes it all that much more impressive. Not only can you talk the talk, but apparently, you can walk the walk. Not many can do both. You may be a rare find.

  Tell me more.

  Alec

  I sit back and spin in my office chair, trying to think of what to say next. This is my favorite part of email- I can think before I reply. So many times in live conversations, I find myself at a loss for words and think of the perfect comeback three hours later.