Just a Kiss

by Bonnie S. Mata

  He did as he was told, and within seconds, the thrusts built. He was slamming in and out of her what seemed like twenty times per second. He was burying his cock deep inside her, with blinding, furious strokes as she begged for more.

  This feels so fucking good. Fuck me hard, Xavier. She was breathing hard, feeling their perspiration coating their bodies now. Seconds later, a rippling sensation went through her body. Her vagina began to contract, squeezing his penis, second after second.

  He gripped her hips firmly, feeling her pussy tightening around his cock. Fire was burning him with ecstasy leading to a violent explosion of semen tearing through his penis head as he came.

  His knees were weak, and he collapsed over her, but then genteelly rolled on his side with her. He looked into her eyes and he whispered, “You were wonderful.”

  “Me? But I didn't do anything,” she giggled. “You did all the work.”

  “But you took all of me, and that's what I call a woman.” He placed his finger on her chest and slowly moved it between her breasts down to her abdomen while he remained buried deep in her.

  Oh my God. It looks like he's getting mushy with me. I think this was a big mistake. It doesn't feel like casual sex. I sense tenderness, maybe something more. “I think I should get dressed before we are missed,” She said, ignoring his comment, fighting the panic threatening to take over.

  “But you can't if I'm still in you.” His mouth spread in a sexy grin.

  She smiled back. “But I can feel you softening inside me. So it will be any minute.”

  “I wish we could have waited and maybe done this at your place, ‘cuz I could have done much more,” he said, in a low, soft and caring voice. He pulled on a strand of her hair. “From night until dawn, maybe.”

  She giggled. “Really? From night until dawn?” She kissed his cheek and began to pull away from him. “It was more than I expected, Xavier. Thank you. Well, I guess I should get dressed.”

  He frowned, dragging a hand over his hair. After a long gaze, he pulled away from her, holding onto the condom.

  Celina immediately searched for her clothes and began to get dressed.

  She watched Xavier grab his beer bottle. “Thirsty?” she giggled, fixing her messy hair.

  “Yes, but maybe for some more of you.” He then slid the used condom in the empty beer bottle and winked at her.

  “Clever, aren't we.”

  In no time, he had dressed himself and waited, watching Celina fix her hair.

  She blushed. “What?”

  “Oh nothing.” He chuckled. “I can stand here the rest of the night and just do nothing but watch you.” He walked over to her and smoothed out her hair with his hands, keeping his eyes on her face. He then leaned into her, kissed her gently on her lips, and said, “You look beautiful, as always.”

  Her stomach fluttered, and she didn't say anything, only inhaled and watched him put the saddle blankets away. He put his cowboy hat on, turned around to look at her, and walked to the door to unlock it. He peeked out, and then nodded to her. “You go first, and I’ll walk on over later.” He cued her with a wink.

  Chapter 9

  Wanting more

  “Okay, I'll see you later,” she replied, and started out the door.

  She walked right by him, capturing and bewitching him with the scent of her perfume and flowing locks of hair.

  He grabbed her arm, jerked her back inside the saddle room, and planted his hands against the door on either side of her. He looked into her eyes, leaned in and gave her one last hard kiss. He swirled his tongue in her mouth for a long time, growling into the kiss.

  “I don't know if I want you to leave,” his breathing was quick. He brushed his lips over hers, maintaining eye contact, trying to read her like one of his prisoners.

  Celina could feel that she fancied him, and wondered what she had started. The moment they had just shared, was so good, and she wished she could have been his girlfriend back when they were in school, but he was always after the older ones.

  “I would like to see you again,” he asked, lifting his hand to her jaw.

  “Xavier, you're married, and like I told Valeria, I didn't want a commitment.”

  “Don't be scared to move on with your life, Celina.” He waited for her to give him the slightest sign that it was okay to move onward.

  “I'm working on it. And I've made progress. Actually, you're the first guy I've had sex with since… well, since what happened to me with Homer. But I'm not ready to get serious right now, with anyone, much less you, because you are already committed. That's why I didn't think that there would be a problem between you and I.”

  He ignored what she said. “I have no problem asking Ana Laura for a divorce. I told you that earlier. Just say the word, and it's done.”

  “Didn't you hear me?”

  “Hear what?” He looked deep into her eyes.

  “That I didn't want a commitment,” she drawled.

  “And didn't you hear me earlier, when I told you that my marriage was dead. We just live together, but there is no relationship.”

  “Isn't it something, that when I wanted you back then… you never looked at me the way I wished you had? I was so into you, but because I was so much younger than you it was a big turn off.”

  “You were?” His lips twitched in amusement. “But now you have my attention. You have me turned on! Shit Cel, you were just a little girl. Your boobs were just developing. I wasn't into child molestation.” He looked deep into her eyes, waiting for a response. He looked at the curls of the sides of her lips.

  She took a deep breath and shook her head, trying to fight his closeness that was alluring, his flesh so close to hers mixed with his cologne and his scent.

  “I want you, Celina, let's make it work. I know we'd be good together.”

  Her eyes watered, and she shook her head side to side. “I don't want people to point the finger at me for causing a divorce that should have taken place a long time ago. People like to blame others, and your little girl will probably hate me. I can't live with that.” Her eyes rotated, looking around the barn. She snuck out from underneath him and quickly walked out the door.

  Celina was nervous. She ran her hands over her buttons, making sure she had buttoned up correctly. How stupid could she have been to have fucked Xavier? It was so obvious that he wasn’t going to back down. What was it with her and men? All of them demanded that she’d be their girl. She turned the corner of the barn, and a little boy yelled, “BOO!” and then ran past her. “Fuckin’ kids! Valeria was right, these kids are demons.” Her heart raced like a thoroughbred from the fright.

  Celina snuck into the crowd, then eventually made her way on over to the beer coolers, and got herself a beer. She struggled to open it, but when she finally did, she took a long sip.

  She never imaged the exchange of words with Xavier. She replayed them in her head. Don't be scared to move on with your life, Cel. I would like to see you again. I want you, Celina, let's make it work. I know we'd be good together. I have no problem asking Ana Laura for a divorce.

  She thought to herself, It would be good to settle down, have some kids, and share a life with someone, but could that someone be Xavier?

  “Where have you been?” asked Valeria, pulling on her arm.

  Celina jumped up, spilling her beer. “What?” She came out of deep thought.

  “Yeah, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she looked at her face, waiting for an answer to escape her.

  Celina smiled, “Nowhere, I’ve been here.” Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree.

  Xavier then showed up at the beer coolers and waved to his sister with a big smile. Valeria took Celina away from the crowd. “Girl, where were you?” she whispered, with a smile coming on.

  Celina, in a daze, just kept smiling. She enjoyed keeping Valeria in suspense.

  “Girl, did you and my brother… you know, were you with him the whole time?”

  Celina grinned and b
atted her eyes. “Yes.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, and then took a long sip of her beer, while nodding at the same time. “Girl, you’re bad. But I see things went okay. You’re glowing, and my brother is smiling, when he hasn’t in like forever.” She continued to look at her, and then glanced at him for a few seconds.

  Xavier came up behind them. “Hey, sister, come dance with me,” he asked, pulling on her arm. He then looked at Celina, tipped his hat, and winked his eye. “And you’re next, so be waiting for me.”

  “Behave yourself, brother dear. Ana Laura will have a shit fit,” said Valeria, as they walked onto the crowded dance floor.

  “I could care less, what the Ice Queen thinks.” He shouted loudly for all to hear, turning back to see Celina.

  Chapter 10

  Up for another wish

  The girls were able to sleep in late because the salon was closed on Sundays. Valeria had a slight hangover from the anniversary party, but it was a normal thing for her; life would go on as usual.

  “What time is it?” she said aloud, looking up at the alarm clock. “Damn, it’s after one.” She got up, went to the bathroom, and then went downstairs.

  Valeria and Celina had bought condominiums right next to each other, and had adjoining doors installed downstairs in their hallways, just like suites at hotels. It not only made Celina feel a little safer after what happened, but it also was easy to walk into each other's home.

  “Celina, are you up already,” screamed Valeria, walking into Celina’s condo. She walked into the kitchen, then heard the TV upstairs, so she went on up. “Celina, are you okay? Celinaaaa!” she screamed louder.

  “What? Who’s there?” she asked, moving her head side to side on her pillow with her eyes closed, then turned around, exposing her butt.

  “Girl, put some clothes on. Shit, I don’t want to see your butt cheeks,” she said, throwing a pillow on her.

  “Val, is that you?” she opened her eyes, blinked them a few times to help her focus.

  “Get up. It’s after one. Man, I thought you’d be up by now. You never sleep this late, no matter how late we come in.”

  Celina rolled on her back, and then stretched, moving her hands, feet and neck. “Damn, girl, I slept so good last night. Shit, I can’t remember the last time I had a good sleep like this one,” she said, lying in bed wearing only her leopard bra and matching thong panties.

  Valeria laughed. “I know what it was, or should I say who is responsible for this,” she continued, laughing and waving her hand in the air. “A U.S. Marshal, by the name of, my brother.”

  Celina grabbed a pillow, hugged it, and got comfortable again, “What? Do tell me again, because I feel so relaxed.”

  Oh yes, he completed me, bitter in the beginning and sweet in the end. I can still see his face, when he first entered me and how he moaned. I'm hungry for some more and can feel my nipples peaking just thinking about him. Oh, my I'm feeling so horny right now. I guess when Valeria leaves I'm going to have to let Mr. Osaki do me. It's a good thing I bought that vibrator at Valeria's Passion Party last week. He's been my best buddy every night ever since I brought him home, just until I find the real thing.

  “You know what it was. It was all that fucking you did in the barn with my brother. He was so happy at the party, I could tell with all the singing and dancing. And it had nothing to do with him being happy for my parents, he was happy for himself.”

  Celina closed her eyes, moving around, and hugging on the pillow. “Oh, that’s right. Oh, my God, Val, it felt so fuckin’ good! I had goose bumps all over me when I came,” she said, making sounds with her mouth.

  “PLEASE, I don’t want to know,” she said, getting off the bed. “That’s enough, okay. So… we already know how you can relieve stress. Anyway, I’m going to shower up and get dressed. Then I’m picking up some Chinese food. I suggest you shower up too. Say, do you have any plans for today?” She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.

  Celina looked at Valeria with a bimbo look and said, “No. Whhhyyy?”

  “Would you stop clowning around, you look stupid, and I hope you don’t go and color your hair blonde. Anyway, I’d like to do something tonight, off the bucket list. Are you game?”

  “Which number is it? And you mean here? At our house?” Valeria had captured Celina’s attention, and she sat up quickly.

  “Don’t worry about which one it is, but I know you’ll be surprised, and who knows, we might like it and want to do it again,” she said, leaving the room with a smile and Celina in suspense.

  “Valeria, wait. What are we going to do?” She plopped back in bed.

  Celina went back to sleep, daydreaming about the sexual encounter she had with Xavier yesterday, but with Mr. Osaki under the covers and in between her legs. She buried that vibrator deep inside her pussy on the highest vibrating speed, rotating head and beaver tickler on her clitoris. She worked that toy hard and deep, picturing Xavier's face the entire time. She had repeated orgasms with her purple toy friend, but it was nothing like when a man has his way, feeling and touching you.

  Hours passed, and she woke up later to find out that it was now four-thirty in the afternoon.

  “Oh my God!” She got up and jumped in the shower, taking a long, hot one, and then applied some pomegranate lotion over her entire body. She slipped her lavender robe on and went downstairs, headed to Valeria’s condo.

  “Valeria… girl, where are you?” she yelled, from the bottom of the stairs. “I see you got the Chinese food. I’m going to make myself a plate.”

  She peeked inside each little white box. Mmm, my favorite, beef and broccoli. Oh, and let's not forget the fried rice. Oh and I’m opening up a fortune cookie.

  Valeria walked in seconds later, “I knew you’d be eating the fortune cookies. That’s why I raced down here.” She then yanked the other cookie out of her hand. “You’re supposed to eat the fortune cookie after you eat the food, not before, and you can only have one.”

  “What a bitch!” said Celina, grabbing a plate.

  “Who are you calling a bitch? Whore!” She pushed her with her shoulder, standing next to her, trying to serve herself some food.

  “What? Yeah right, you’re just jealous ‘cuz I got some,” Celina said, waving her hand in front of Valeria’s face. “And it was sooo good, AND I want some more! Ooo, I wish I had some now.”

  “Whatever,” Valeria said, serving herself a plate, trying hard to ignore her. “Hey, you got cokes over at your place?”

  “I think so,” she said, getting ready to take a bite of her food.

  “Well, go get some. Shit, I can’t do everything around here.” Valeria walked over to a small table.

  “What the hell are you talking about? I do this shit all the time and this time because I slept in late, you’re taking all the glory that you do this all the time. Go to hell Valeria,” she said, storming out.

  Valeria busted up laughing hard, and then said, “Celina, you know I was only kidding. Get your ass back over here… but don’t forget the cokes.”

  Minutes later, Celina walked in with a box of cokes, “So, what is it we’re doing today?”

  “I’m still working on it. Did you just wake up?” she licked her finger.

  “Yes, I did. Big deal and so what,” she said, and continued to eat her food. “I’m going to do some laundry and watch some TV. I was just asking, so I’d know what to wear,” she stood up, and lifted her robe, mooning her, since she was still nude.

  “Alright, I don’t need to see your ass again. I saw that big trunk this morning.”

  “Beep, beep,” she mooned her again. “So, what do I wear? Where are we going?”

  “I told you that we were staying here. So wear something comfortable.”

  “Is anyone else coming?” she held the fork in her hand.

  “Hell, no,” she then took a big bite of her eggroll.

  Celina made a frown, “Okay, I guess I’ll see you later.” She served
herself some more Chinese food and left.

  Chapter 11

  Up in smoke

  Hours later, Valeria called Celina's cell phone and told her she could come over.

  When Celina walked in, she was showing off her fitted lace halter baby doll lingerie and feathery black heeled slippers.

  “Okay, Miss Hot Pink, just what do you think you’re wearing?” she said, looking at her from top to bottom. “I didn’t say we were going to Xoticas to go dance and swing from the poles for dollars.” She pointed a finger up and down at her and continued, “And I know for sure that this is not the Playboy mansion.”

  “Ha-ha,” she teased back. “I bought this last week at Victoria's Secret. You did say, we were going nowhere, and that no one was coming,” she said, spinning around like a ballerina. “So I thought I'd wear something comfortable.”

  “Did you buy that, when you went to buy the gift certificates for the monthly raffle for the girls at the salon?” she asked, with her hand on her hip.

  Celina's smile said it all.

  “What the hell did my brother pump into you?” she shook her head back and forth.

  “Girl, he more liked flipped my uterus, and stimulated my sexual part of my brain that had been asleep for a long time,” she batted her eyes with a huge smile. “It was awesome, Val.”

  “Shut the hell up. That's gross, and I don't want to hear about it anymore. I’m going to call him, to make sure he doesn’t come over,” she walked to get her cell phone, and then turned back around and continued, “because girl… you are out of control. You’re like a bitch in heat.”

  “Yes, I think I really am!” Celina started to laugh but then quieted down when the doorbell rang. “Who’s that? I thought you said nobody was coming over.” Shyness overcame her.

  “That should be the pizza boy.” She grabbed some money that was on the kitchen counter. “Do you want to answer it, Miss Hot Pink? Or should I?” she asked, holding the money.