Then I got an idea.
I stopped caressing her left nipple and walked my left hand down to where my cock was inside of her. Kim seemed to guess what I was doing, and her legs spread slightly to allow my fingers to find where my body entered hers. The area was soaking wet, and I ran my fingers around her vaginal lips to moisten them.
It took a few passes to drench my fingers, and then I moved them to her clit.
“Muuuuuuffffhhhh!” I kissed Kim at the exact same time as I began to massage her little nub, and she moaned desperately into my mouth. She struggled in my arms, but I pulled my forearms tighter around her. She was trapped between my right hand on her breasts, my left hand across her stomach, fingering her clit, and my dick deep in her vagina.
Her clit was pert and responsive against my fingers. It only took me a dozen circular rubs before I felt the familiar twitches of her oncoming orgasm. I was prepared for it, and I didn’t let up from my rubbing when the first rolling earthquakes made her slam her tight body against my chest.
She screamed the loudest howl of the night, and I crushed the girl against my chest. We were both sweating; wet from our combined juices, and the sensation of her spasms rolled from her and gave my hips a wonderful vibration. I couldn’t handle the stimulation after ten seconds, so I had to let go of her breast and clit so that I could grab her hips. She thought I was letting her go and cried with relief, but I only squeezed her hips and began to fuck her twitching pussy from beneath her shaking body.
My sudden thrusts up into her seemed to give her another level of climax, and she wrapped her own arms around her chest and howled again. Her pussy clenched my sliding dick, and I started to feel the early tugging of a climax in my own groin. But before I could build it into a full orgasm, I felt her tremors end, and she fell against me with a long sigh. I stopped my thrusting, and we lay together, as one person, for a few minutes.
“Amazing,” she whispered to the ceiling. “Did you come? I am so wet I couldn’t tell.”
“No, but I am close.” I felt my balls complain angrily at me. They wanted me to keep fucking her tight pussy.
“Jeeze,” she sighed, “you are a stud. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Awwww,” I teased. “Want me to stop?”
“Oh no. I want to feel you come in me again.” She kissed me and then wiggled back into my chest.
I brought my arms up to her shoulders and wrapped them around her chest again. I raised my hips slightly and rolled a little to the right. Kim was confused at first, but then the hot Asian girl realized I was positioning her for the next round of fucking, and she assisted me by turning so that we lay in the spoon position. We’d done the movement without my cock leaving her hot little tunnel, and my erection flexed inside of her with pleasure.
My right arm was under her neck against the bed, and she rested her head on my bicep like it was a pillow. This position left my left arm free, and I gripped her left hip right where the bone made the perfectly fitted handle for my fingers. She arched her back away from me perfectly. The girl knew what I was about to do to her, and she sighed gratefully.
Then I started to thrust into her.
It was a hard, deep fuck that was aided by my left hand yanking back on her left hip. She didn’t have to do much work, but my first couple of thrusts went unbelievably far into her, and we both let out a surprised gasp.
“Oh that is deep,” she whined. I just grunted at her words. There was a mirror on my closet doors, and Kim propped herself up on her right elbow so that she could see me pound her.
“Oh that is so deep,” she gasped again, and I picked up my tempo. God damn, she felt so wonderful. She was so tight around my shaft, so soft against my tip, and so wet. Her body was a thing of beauty, and I let go of her hip so that I could run my fingers along her skin. She moaned my name again, and I saw her mouth hanging open in the reflection of the mirror.
I couldn’t get as deep as I wanted with my hand off of her hip, so I moved it back there after a few moments and did a long thrust that I left in position for a few moments. Kim purred at the change in tempo, and she leaned her head back so that my chest was touching her smooth, slick, back.
“I want to come in you. Will you come with me?” I whispered into her ear when I started to increase the tempo again.
“Yesssss,” she sighed, “pleeeeaaasssseee.” I was rolling my hips slightly so that my cock was thrusting as far as I could go and then twisting an additional few millimeters inside of her. The rocking, rolling motion was causing my balls to tug, and I increased my tempo, pushed into her harder, and yanked her hip back more. Then my balls gave me the tingly feeling of release, and I knew that there was no turning back.
“I’m coming Kim, I’m going to fill you, push back into me,” I hissed, and my brain started to spin around the room. It could have been the booze, but it was probably that I felt drunk off of the sexy girl.
Kim let out another cute gasp and pressed her ass back into me. The movement combined with my eager thrusting made me slide as deep into her as I probably been so far tonight, and I didn’t want to pull out. The orgasm hit me like a punch to the stomach, and I felt my groin pulse frantically. My balls tightened, my cock flexed, and I released deep into the tight tunnel of the beautiful Asian woman.
Kim had started her climax at the same time as me, but she let out a louder moan when she felt my penis ejaculate into her. She curled her back against my chest and began to tremble like she had lost control of her muscles. I wrapped my arms around her arms, chest, and breasts so that I could crush her against me while my cock spat another cup full of sperm into her accepting body. Her pussy was milking me again, and I would have sworn that she had enough control over her body to make it tighten around me on command. Either way, my balls gave a fourth and final tighten, and my cock deposited another white load into her.
Then we were both finished with our pleasure.
“Ahhhhh,” she sighed. She was breathing heavily, and it took her a few long inhales before she could talk again. “Wow Eric,” was what she finally said.
“Wow Eric? Haha, how about ‘wow Kim?’ You are great.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Her back was to me, and she wiggled a little closer to snuggle more in my arms. “I was worried about today because Katherine wasn’t with us.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know if you actually liked me, or if I was just an accessory to Katherine.”
“No. I like you,” I said quickly.
“Oh goodie,” she said and sighed. “I mean, I like when the three of us are together,” she said quickly, “so if you want to continue that, it is fine with me. I just like you a lot, and I wanted to be able to spend time with you if Katherine wasn’t available.” I opened my mouth to answer, but the pretty girl kept going. “If you don’t want to see me without Katherine, that’s okay too. Sorry, I’m babbling. I’ll be quiet now.”
“No that is okay,” I said quickly. “I like you. I like Katherine too. I like hanging out with both of you. I would love to see you again, either alone or with Katherine.” I wanted to tell Kim that, if she asked me not to fuck Katherine anymore, I’d probably say yes. I had really enjoyed the night with just her. I did like Katherine a bunch and really enjoyed making love to her, but the Jewish girl had made it crystal clear that our relationship would go any farther than the bedroom.
Maybe Kim would want more of an actual relationship?
“Yay.” Kim snuggled back into me some more, but she couldn’t disguise the exhaustion in her voice. I was surprised that my penis was still hard and deep inside of the woman, but something about this girl kept my cock extremely happy.
“Can you flip out the lamp?” There was one on my night stand closer to Kim. She pulled away from me to reach for the switch and wiggled toward the edge of the bed.
“Nope. I’m staying inside of your tight little pussy.” I grabbed her left hip again and didn’t let her slip off. She gasped with pleasu
re and instead leaned her upper body away from me to turn off the light. Once we were in darkness, Kim wiggled back into my arms and, we both sighed with content.
“Good night, Kim,” I said.
“Good night, Eric,” she said, while she wiggled her hips in our spooning position.
Then we fell asleep.
Chapter 3
“Hello?” The number on my phone wasn’t in my contact list, but it was a 310 area code.
“Hey, Eric?” It was a woman’s voice.
“Yeah. Who is this?” I asked, but realized almost immediately who it was.
“It’s Nicole, from Jump! Kick! I forgot to give you my number when we practiced together on Tuesday...”
“Oh hey, how’s it going?” It was Saturday, late morning, and I’d just given Kim a lingering kiss before she had jumped in her Lexus and driven away from my apartment. She had volleyball practice this afternoon, so she needed to get home.
“Awesome. Did you have a good Thanksgiving?” she asked.
“Yeah it was unexpectedly good. How about you?”
“Mine was good too. I visited my parents in Arizona. Just got back this morning.”
“Cool...” I was walking back through my apartment complex and had just reached my door. “Can you hold on one second?” I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my door. “Sorry, had to unlock my door.”
“You are in town?” she asked.
“Yeah. I just had Thanksgiving with friends in town.” I set down my keys on the coffee table and then walked over to the kitchen. Kim and I had made pancakes for breakfast. During the cooking, we’d gotten batter all over the counter when I’d bent her over it and fucked her to a mind-numbing climax. Then we’d finished up breakfast and taken a shower with another round of fucking.
“Hey so...” She sounded nervous, “Are you busy right now? Do you want to get lunch?”
“Lunch? With you and me?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized they sounded like I was stupidly confused. Maybe I just hadn’t expected her to ask me out.
“Oh jeeze!” she laughed, and her nervousness was apparent. “Roger wanted to join us; I thought I’d call you to see if you were free. Are you?”
“Yeah totally.” I looked at the mess and the kitchen. It could wait.
“Great! There is a place we like in Santa Monica.” She gave me the address, and I said I’d meet her there in an hour. It gave me about fifteen minutes to halfway clean the kitchen and get out the door.
Traffic down into the LA Basin was light, probably because of the holiday, but parking anywhere in Santa Monica fucking sucked, so I ended up having to walk an extra few minutes to the little restaurant and arrived a bit late.
“Hey Eric!” Nicole waved to me once I walked in through the door. The place had a Hawaiian tiki feel to it, and all the wood surfaces looked old enough to make me think that the place might have actually been built in the fifties.
“Hey Nicole. Thanks for inviting me to lunch.” I went to her table, and she stood to hug me. She had her dirty-blonde hair up in a pony tail and wore turquoise teardrop earrings. The color of her earrings matched the shade of her tattered blue jeans. The cute rocker girl also wore a tight Power Rangers t-shirt and light-tan, wedge-heel sandals.
“No problem, thanks for coming.” We sat down across from each other, and our eyes met. Her cheeks turned a little red, and she dropped her eyes and picked up her menu.
“Roger is running a bit late.”
“Ahh cool.” I wondered why she was acting so strange. Nicole had seemed to own all sorts of confidence when I saw her at Brent’s party and the time I rehearsed with them.
“What is good here?” I followed her example and opened the menu.
“Any of the burgers are good. Or the burritos. I always like to split the nachos to start. You down?”
“Yeah, I can eat some nachos.” I laughed. I’d eaten with Kim only a few hours ago, but all the activity between last night and this morning was making me hungrier than normal.
The waitress came to our table, and we ordered a nachos appetizer and a couple of beers. Once the woman left, there was an awkward silence between us, and we each pretended to study our menu.
“Okay. This is weird. It feels like we are on an awkward first date.” I smiled at her.
“Oh shit! I know!” She leaned back and laughed. “Sorry, I am kind of nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“Oh, thank God, here is Roger.” she pointed behind me, and the friendly bass player stepped to our table.
“Hey buddy. Naw don’t stand.” He shook my hand and then flopped into his seat. He was wearing a loose pair of blue shorts, faded grey t-shirt, and flip flops.
“Ugh. Thanksgiving shenanigans. Bunch of extended family leaving my parents house and I had to see them off. Sorry I’m late.” He turned to Nicole. “You order nachos?”
Nicole gave him a wink, pointed at him, and clicked her lips together like she was a cowboy. She seemed to have gained back her personality and confidence.
“Awesome.” He picked up his menu and started us talking about what we did for Thanksgiving. I kept my story pretty short and just repeated what I’d told Nicole about hanging with some friends. Nicole’s story was also pretty tame, but her sister had gotten engaged and there was a little more celebration around her family’s Thanksgiving table than normal.
Roger’s story was a bit more colorful. Apparently, half of his extended family didn’t like the other half, and they were constantly making snide remarks to each other all weekend. Then the situation took some sort of strange Romeo and Juliet turn of events when a pair of distant cousins were discovered fucking each other in Roger’s parents’ bed after the Thursday dinner. Both Nicole and I were laughing at the story and the weird behavior of his family.
“You don’t live with them normally?” I asked him when the nachos arrived.
“Naw. Got an apartment in Palms. My family is in Torrance.” He took a giant bite of nachos. “But it is a good part of Torrance. Except for my family!” All three of us laughed.
The waitress asked for our food order, and we all ordered burritos. Roger got a beer for himself, and then the woman took our menus. There was silence around the table for a second, and Roger looked between the two of us before he focused on Nicole.
“Did you talk to him?” he asked the pretty blonde.
“Haha,” she laughed, “I was too nervous, and it got really weird.” She smiled at me.
“You nervous? That’s hard to believe,” he smirked.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Sooooo....” Nicole leaned back in her chair, fiddling with a few of the sparkly silver rings on her fingers. “You know about our situation with our guitarist?”
“Yeah. Roger kind of told me about it. Sounds shitty, but I got to play a show with you, so it was good for me.” I smiled at them, and they both chuckled.
“So here is the deal... You know the recording company wants us to go on tour after Christmas?” I nodded, and she continued. “They have a massive line up for us, New Year’s Eve party, and a bunch of shows that we’ll be either opening for bigger acts or headlining at some smaller venues. We kind of have to go on tour to support the album and radio play.”
“Yeah, I get it.” I nodded at Nicole. I was starting to guess where this was going.
“So we are out a guitarist because of-” Roger said.
“Asshate Dickface.” Nicole scrunched her nose.
“Yeah,” Roger continued, “Jesse still wants to play with us, but...”
“I don’t want anything to do with that cheating fucker anymore,” Nicole finished his sentence
“Trey and I agree,” Roger smiled at his friend. “He’s out of the band. But the recording company is a little nervous, and they have asked to get involved with auditions for a new guitarist.”
“It is going to be a big fucking pain in the ass, and we’d have to get it done in like... two fucki
ng weeks because of the holidays.” Nicole said.
“Even if we found someone that played good, we are going to be stuck with them on the road for the next year. They could be really hard to live with.” Roger frowned, “They could be cool, but this whole thing just seems like a big hassle.”
“So you want me to go on tour with you?” Kelly had been right about her guess.
“Yeah,” they both said at once. Then Nicole continued. “We like playing with you, you’re a really nice guy, and you are a damn great guitar player.”
“I’m flattered. Thank you for asking me.” I felt my cheeks turn red, and the waitress returned to bring us our burritos.
“Does that mean you’ll go on tour with us?” Roger said as he picked up his burrito. He ordered one with pork and pineapple in it.
“Can you give me more details about what is involved?” I felt my heart race, and I busied my hands by grabbing the burrito on my plate. Isn’t this what every musician wanted? A chance to play songs that they loved in front of a huge audience and get paid?
Except I wasn’t a musician anymore. I was planning on working in finance.
“Okay, yeah, there is a little bullshit with the position,” Nicole sighed. “So legally, apparently, or what our lawyers say; we can’t split the record sales with you.” She sighed. “As much as I want to try to prevent Jesse from making any money of the band because he didn’t even write any of the stuff, it would be a stupid big hassle. We could get into some sort of legal battle, but the recording company won’t want it.”
“We are finishing an agreement with Jesse. He’s going to get his share of the record sales, but nothing from the tour or future record sales.” Roger said.
“The record company is going to help us out with a salary for a new band mate, and we’ll kick in something extra out of our own pockets.” Nicole smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
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