“We are definitely going to do this again,” Katherine said as she scooted close to me, on the other side of Kim. She grabbed the covers and pulled them up around us. Her lips met mine as we shared a deep kiss.
Sleep came fast.
Chapter 16
I felt a brief spell of vertigo as I opened my eyes and my consciousness plummeted back to my body. The morning sun was coming through the balcony-window curtains and filling the room with a yellowish glow. I recalled what happened last night and looked over to the side of me. Katherine was fast asleep, her head nuzzled against my shoulder and her light-chestnut hair fanned out over my chest like spilled coffee. I looked to my other side, but there as an empty space where Kim’s body used to be. I raised my head off the pillow and looked toward the bathroom door; it was open, but no light was on.
Looking into the bathroom reminded me I had to pee. I carefully got up so I wouldn’t wake Katherine and tip-toed into the bathroom. My head hurt a little, and I felt exhausted, but other than that I was fine. I finished my business and then brushed my teeth to get the decayed booze taste out of my mouth. When I walked back into the bedroom, Katherine had thrown off the covers and was lying on the bed. Her naked body looked divine in the soft yellow light.
“Hello, handsome,” she whispered as her eyes appraised my naked body.
“Good morning,” I said. She could see me appraising hers. I felt blood start to flow into my cock.
“Kim left a couple of hours ago. Poor girl, she had to go overdose on the morning-after pill since you pumped a gallon of sperm into her,” Katherine said with empathy. I froze in shock. It was what I was afraid of; she wasn’t on the pill. Did the morning-after pill really work? Oh jeez. This was bad.
Katherine burst out laughing. “Holy tomato, you are so adorable. I can just tease you relentlessly. Kim’s on the pill. You are fine. She just had to go home so her parents didn’t know she was out.” I must have looked relieved. “However,” Katherine continued, seriously, “I’m not on the pill. Soooo… yeah. I also don’t have any morning after pills; it’s too late anyway. Why didn’t you ask me before you fucked me last night?” Her mouth twisted in annoyance.
“Shit Katherine, I am so sorry. I just got caught up in the moment. Fuck.” This was bad news. Maybe, she wouldn’t get pregnant. I felt my stomach drop.
“Yeah, I know. It felt really good last night. I mean, I thought you wouldn’t have been able to come inside of me like you did after Kim. Guess it was a mistake we’ll have to deal with. I don’t regret it though.” She rubbed her hands up her thighs and rested them on her belly. “We are both gorgeous, so if we do have a baby, it will be delicious too. Also, my parents have tons of money, so they can help us buy a house. We’ll have to get married of course, but I kind of like you, and you’re sooooo good in bed.” She broke off and looked at me to gauge my reaction. I think I was whiter than a sheet. She stared at me.
“I can’t believe you think I am serious still,” she said, deadpan. And then broke into laughter. “Oh my god, Eric, seriously, you have to stop being so gullible or I am going to keep scamming you!” She was clutching her sides as she buried her face into the pillow. She got me again.
“That was pretty tasteless,” I said, even though I felt relief she wasn’t going to get pregnant.
“Ahh, you’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t resist though. Come over here and I’ll make it up to you.” She beckoned with her finger as she squirmed over to the edge of the bed toward me. I walked over to her, and she looked at my now-erect cock with hunger. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. “You have some stamina.”
“It’s pretty easy to do when I have a hot, naked girl in front of me,” I said. She grinned.
She reached out with her hand and touched my cock as I got to the edge of the bed. She began to rub it slowly as I grew harder. Then she lifted the tip back and started to lick my balls. I leaned back and let out a loud moan as I felt her tongue lather me.
“That feels really good,” was all I could gasp out as she slowly licked up the side of my shaft. She was letting out satisfied moans of pleasure as she licked. I couldn’t see her face well, because of the angle, but I had a great view of her body laid out on the bed beneath me. Her cute little butt wiggled as she squirmed in pleasure.
Finally, she worked her way to the tip and slowly kissed and licked the top where my hole was. My hands moved up to the top of her head, and I was holding back her mane of hair from her face so she could suck with less interruption. Under most circumstances, I would never force a girl’s head down on my cock; it just seemed like a rude thing to do to someone who was giving me pleasure, but I was starting to get frustrated with Katherine’s teasing.
“God, I love teasing you,” she said with a chuckle. I got worried she may decide that “making it up to me” by sucking my cock was just part of the trick. Then her mouth closed around the tip and slid down my shaft a quarter of the way. Her tongue licked long coils around inside her mouth as she drew up to the tip again, and then slowly sank down. My hips pushed forward a bit as my legs and butt tightened in pleasure.
After about thirty seconds, she had worked down to swallowing most of my cock. The feeling of her mouth and tongue around the tip and shaft felt amazing. She had a similar technique to Kim; her mouth would wrap around the shaft and then her tongue would lick the sides while she drew her mouth up. The feeling of my cock in her tight, warm, and wet mouth was almost as good as her pussy. As soon as she would get it dripping wet, she slid her mouth off, rubbed it with her hand, and said something naughty: “Your cock is so nice to suck on. You’re so hard right now. I want to taste your cum soooo bad,” she said quickly, before her mouth eagerly descended back on my cock with a loud slurp. The last sentence, about her wanting to taste my cum, sent me spiraling toward my orgasm.
She felt my hips began to thrust and matched the tempo of her licks with me. I couldn’t help but moan and gasp as I felt it approaching me.
“Oh god, I’m coming Katherine.” She moaned in pleasure as she felt the first spray go down her throat. I wrapped my hands tighter around her hair, partially for balance and partially to ensure she didn’t let go of me with her mouth. A few short shudders followed as I emptied into her. She greedily swallowed my seed, and when I was done, she carefully slid her mouth off, gave a final, long lick on the tip to gather the last bit of my seed, and then lay back on the bed with a long sigh.
“Ummm you taste so good. Guess I don’t need breakfast now,” she purred to me through half-closed eyes. In the shifting light coming through the curtains, her face looked sharp and beautiful. As usual, my cock was still hard, although I didn’t feel the need to have sex anymore. I took a look at the clock. Eight thirty. What time did we go to bed? I felt good, buzzed from the amazing events of the night and the orgasm I just had. I lay down on the bed next to her, and she nuzzled the side of my neck with her nose. I don’t know how long we lay there, naked on top of the bed, as the sun continued to rise. Eventually, my stomach growled.
“Speaking of breakfast, I was thinking about taking a shower and then going downstairs to see about breakfast.” I looked cautiously at her. Would she want to go back to her room? Stay here?
“Sounds good. I’ve got all my soap and shampoos in my room. Actually, I’ll just grab all my clothes and stuff and bring them in here. I think your bathroom has more room than mine anyway, and you have two sinks. I’ll be right back.” She scooted to the corner of the bed and slid off. Her hips swayed suggestively as she walked toward the bathroom. “Ick! My suit is still wet. I forgot to hang it up.” She came out of the bathroom, trying to figure out how to tighten my dry board shorts around her slender waist. “Can you grab me your shirt?” I held it out to her and watched her bare torso shimmy into it. “Get the water running; I’ll be right back.” She gave me a peck on the lips and then tip-toed out the door into the hallway.
I went into the bathroom and turned the water on hot, then jumped in. For a few minutes, I just stood t
here lost in the memories of last night. While I still had thoughts about Kelly, I couldn’t deny that last night was a memory I would probably never forget. A part of me felt it was worth it. Another part of me was kind of confused about where this left me. Did I still want to be with Kelly? What about Katherine? Hell, what about Kim? Were Katherine and Kim a package? Was I going to have to juggle three girls at once? I’d never been the guy to have sex with multiple girls I was dating. Something inside of me told me it was wrong, but at the same time I’d never be in a situation like this before. It was easy to judge other guys I knew who had done this as douchebags, but now that I was in the situation, I could see how appealing it was.
“I don’t think anyone is awake, yet,” Katherine said as she opened the door. She ditched my clothes and let out a little gasp as the hot water hit her naked body. She had a couple of white- and pastel-colored bottles and a lemon-colored fluffy-cotton-ribbon-ball-on-a-string dangling from her left hand.
I stepped back while she stood under the shower to get her lean body wet. After she was thoroughly soaked, she handed me a large white bottle with a green leaf on the label. It smelled pretty good.
“Ever washed a girl’s hair?”
“Nope.”
“Oh goodie. Get a handful of that.” She turned her back to me and stepped slightly away from the shower head, so it wasn’t hitting her in the face. “Rub it into my scalp very gently; rub with the flow of my hair, or it’ll knot.” I did as instructed until her scalp was lathered. “Okay, now take more of it in your hand and rub down my hair. Don’t knot it or I’ll punch you.” She laughed the last part out, but I knew that girls hated having knotted hair. I finally finished, and she turned around to wash the soap out of her hair. Then she replaced the bottle in my hand with a similar looking tub with a green leaf on it. Conditioner. The same instructions followed, and I turned Katherine’s mane of chestnut-brown hair into a white, oily whip. She carefully slid the soapy hair to the front of her chest.
“Good job. Now, it is my turn to wash you!” Katherine said excitedly as she grabbed the cotton-ribbon-ball-on-a-string and a bottle of pink stuff.
“Ummm, can’t we use bar soap?” I asked as I glanced to the white bar sitting on the ledge.
“No way! This stuff is much better for your skin; you’ll like it, I promise!” she said, mischief plain in her eyes. I thought she was trying to pull another one over on me and sighed as I let her apply a giant gob of pink goo to the ribbon thingy and rub my chest. I’d probably never be able to figure out if she was conning me.
The treatment did feel good. The cotton-ribbon-ball was slightly rough, and it was a new sensation. She rubbed it all over my body, and we giggled together as she did the bottom of my feet. She used some of her shampoo on my hair, and it felt amazing to have her fingertips rub it into my scalp. The best part was the face wash she rubbed on. Her fingertips spent extra time rubbing my temples and jawline, finding tense muscles I didn’t realize I had.
“You really are gorgeous, you know?” I didn’t reply because my mouth and face were covered with soap. “I’m tempted to take you home with me today and show you off. I don’t think my family would like you, but you would make my sisters jealous.” She had a weird inflection in her voice.
“Your parents wouldn’t like me?” I asked, puzzled, through the soap.
“No, I said that wrong. They would like you well enough to be polite, but they wouldn’t approve. Your turn to wash me.” She tried to change the subject as she passed me the ball.
“Why wouldn’t they approve of me?” I squirted some pink goop on the ball and rubbed it against her back carefully.
“Two reasons…” she paused and took a deep breath. “Shit, this is hard to say.” I finished lathering her upper back and went to her lower. “First reason is that you aren’t Jewish. I mean, it’s not like I have to date or marry someone Jewish, but my parents would be heartbroken if I didn’t. Ugh. Sorry, you probably think we are totally racist now. It’s really not like that.” My mind was spinning. I hadn’t known Katherine was Jewish, but when I put the pieces together, I could see the physical characteristics in her face. I realized that I didn’t take it very hard. I liked Katherine a lot, or so I thought, but I could understand not wanting to make her parents mad. I was rubbing down her tight butt and the backs of her perfectly toned legs now with the soap.
“Well, that does kind of suck. But, I guess I can understand. You said there was a second reason?”
“Ehh, yeah. Oh, that feels really good.” I finished the back of her calves and she turned around to face me. I started on her arms, and she tried to avoid eye contact with me. “The second reason is harder to say. You have to promise not to hate me. Okay?” She finally made eye contact with me, and I could make out concern there. Cautiously, I nodded. “Well, I know this sounds superficial and materialistic. But you… aren’t rich.” Her words hit me like a hammer. “I mean you are beautiful, and nice, and sweet, great in bed, and I like you. But, my family is pretty well off, and I am used to being taken care of. I just don’t see much of a point in dating a man whom I’m not going to marry. And I am not going to marry you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Her eyes locked with mine, but I was too busy thinking to myself to try and ponder what she was thinking. My first gut reaction was fear. Would I ever find someone if Katherine didn’t want to be with me? Then I quickly came to my senses. No, the problem isn’t me. The problem is that Katherine is a materialistic gold digger. Why had I even bothered with her? I should have known better.
“Look, I know you’re angry, but I am being honest with you. Think what you will of me, but I’m not going to waste your time here. I do like you, but we, as a couple, aren’t going to go anywhere. I just want to be clear before you fall in love with me or something. I’ve had that happen before, and it sucks.” She must have read the anger in my face. This only made her sound like more of a superficial bitch though.
“Come on Eric! Don’t take this the wrong way. We can still fool around and stuff. Let’s just not fall in love, okay? I mean, I’m not sleeping around with other guys, and I’m not in a hurry to get married. Can’t we just hang out without any strings attached?” She hesitated briefly, and when I didn’t answer, she continued “Maybe you think I am this fucking, spoiled, brat, Jewish princess, and you know what? You are totally right. I like money; I like nice things. It is what I grew up with and what I want my kids to grow up with. But I’m admitting to you what I want and what I want our relationship to be. Don’t be an asshole about it. If you think about it, this is much better than me stringing you along indefinitely. I’m not bullshitting you; can’t you see that?” Her green eyes locked onto mine, and I could see her trying to plead with me. She really was being truthful.
My emotions were chaotic, and I tried carefully to organize them as the hot water splashed over her shoulder onto my chest. Was I more upset I didn’t have a shot with Katherine or was I more upset she didn’t think I was rich enough? After I pondered it, I realized that it was the latter. I didn’t know Katherine well enough to even judge what I wanted from her in the future, but the thought of her already determining what our future would be, based on my income, made me see red.
But why?
Maybe it went down to some deep, core belief I thought I had about judging people for their merits and not their income. Maybe it was some sort of blue collar, class esteem issue I carried; maybe it was because I was starting to feel like I fit in with these people; maybe it was all of it. I suddenly realized that it really didn’t matter. Katherine probably made this decision long before me. And wasn’t this the best option for me? She was basically saying we could fool around with no strings attached. Fuck. I didn’t really want that. The sex was nice, but I also wanted someone to spend my life with.
“Eric! We are young and in college! This is the time to live it up. We like each other, look good together, and have great sex. Let’s not ruin this.” She was pleading again. Seemed prett
y desperate for someone who didn’t think we had a future. I pondered more as I looked into her eyes. I realized Katherine was who she was: materialistic, shallow, manipulative, slightly apathetic… but she was also beautiful, fun to be around, witty, and great in bed. I was the only person who controlled how I acted and what I did. If I chose to carry some sort of haughty cross, it was my decision. I would probably jeopardize my new friends and create a negative situation with someone who would probably have plenty of other negative energy coming her way in the future. When I put it like that, it was easy to release all the anger and smile.
“You’re right, Katherine. I like hanging out with you, too. Thanks for telling me. I know it must have been hard to do, and it took guts.” I smiled sincerely, and then she beamed; of course, she liked to be complimented on her bravery.
“Awesome! Thanks for being so understanding. Then you better finish washing my front; these boobs need a good cleaning.” I nodded and decided to ditch the foo-foo ball and rub her breasts with my hands. She gave me a sour look when I dropped the ball, but as my hands cupped her small breasts and rubbed lightly across her wet nipples, she leaned her head back and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Maybe Katherine and I didn’t have a future beyond great casual sex and a friendship. But that didn’t mean I had to turn down both of those things.
She bit her lip as she looked back down at my hands. The rest of the front of her body didn’t have soap on it, so I carefully rubbed down her tight stomach to her hips. Her skin was unbelievably smooth as I caressed her lean muscles. She let out a long moan as my hands rubbed across the top of her pussy. I realized I was hard again.
“Hummm, I like where this is going,” she murmured. Her legs spread a bit so my hands could rub the insides of her thighs and get better access to her slit. I wrapped both of my hands on either side of her left leg and rubbed in soap. Then I worked the soap down to her ankle. Every part of her leg was lean and toned. Then I repeated on the other side.
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