I looked up and admired the sunset. The sky was a mixture of orange, blue, and purple hues. The sun reflected in the water. I felt so content, like I was right where I was supposed to be. I was falling in love with her. Hell, maybe I’d always been.
“Let’s go for a swim,” I suggested.
“Now?” she asked, her gaze darting up the beach. We’d suddenly switched roles.
“Sure, why not?” I tore off my shirt and flung it carelessly. Unfastening my shorts, I let them fall. “What have we got to lose? ‘Cept our clothes?” I grinned, feeling free and happy. Totally nude, I walked into the cool water.
Once I was far enough out, I dove right in. Surfacing, I wiped my eyes in time to see my beautiful water nymph strutting into the water, the sun illuminating her tanned skin.
When she reached me, I embraced her. The coolness of the water didn’t deter my need for her. I tucked my stiff cock between her thighs and rubbed back and forth until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Let your legs float up, baby, let me in.”
She did and with a little work, poking and prodding the damn water as it washed away her lubrication, I eased into her.
With her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my hips, I held her. “You’re so warm in there,” I mumbled against her shoulder, savoring the feel of being buried deep inside her. There was nowhere I’d rather be.
Chapter Eight
Karis rushed through the door, garment bag in one hand a Starbuck’s cup in the other.
“Hey, hey. Look at you.” She’d spent the afternoon having her hair done. “Very nice. Sexy.” It was down for the most part, a thick mass of loose curls flowing past her shoulders, but with selected pieces pinned in the back. Little tendrils were pulled out and hanging, framing her face. As much as it was professionally done, it gave the messy impression too. A little sexy bed head. Like I’d had my hands in it.
“Sorry, I’m late.” She paused. “Oh pretty boy...” Her gaze traveled over my suit and back up. “You look hot.” She licked her lips and set down the cup.
“We don’t have time,” I said and moved behind the counter, putting it between us as if it would save me. “Quit looking at me like that and go get dressed.”
Her lovely lower lip protruded.
“Seriously, we’re supposed to meet Mom and Dad in like twenty minutes. Go.”
Within five, she swooped back into the living area, putting in an earring. But it was my turn to take a moment. I think even my heartbeat took, one and when it resumed it hammered.
I’d picked out the dress myself and fuckin’ nailed it. It was Grecian style, leaving one creamy shoulder bare, in deep blue. I knew it would set off the blue in her eyes. It hugged her curvaceous form like a second skin with a slit that went almost to her hip. It had only needed some minor altering.
Moving out from behind the counter I neared her.
“You look amazing, Kare.” I skimmed my hand from her hip, up her core, and settled under the swell of one lovely breast. Caressing her there with my thumb, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric.
I bent my head and kissed her shoulder while I let my other hand slide inside the slit in her skirt. When my fingertips met soft warm flesh I moaned. “You’re not wearing a fucking thing under this are you?” I accused.
“Not a scrap.” She grinned. “Have you met me? What did you expect?”
“You play dirty, Kare,” I said, pulling her against me.
“Come on, I thought you were in a big hurry.” Skirting around me, she headed for the door. Resting one hand on the doorframe, she bent and pulled on a pair of strappy silver high heels.
“Thanks. You look so fucking good, I’m gonna have a boner all night,” I said, my eyes drawn right to the roundness of her luscious backside.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Grinning almost evilly, she palmed my hardness. She knew exactly what affect this dress would have on me. “I can take care of that for you before we leave.” She didn’t even wait for a reaction but sank to her knees in front of me, unfastening my designer pants on the descent.
“Ah, fuck!” I went to grab her head, but she pushed me back against the wall and looked up at me.
“Not the hair,” she said, as my cock sprang free. Long and proud, it bobbed in front of her mouth. Her hungry gaze swung from my face to my dick and she licked her lips. “You simply lean back and enjoy, pretty boy, and keep your hands to yourself.”
With one hand, she pulled my cock forward while opening her talented mouth. When her warm, firm lips closed around the head, I shut my eyes, because the visual of her sucking my cock along with the sensation was about more than I could handle.
She firmed up her jaws and drew back while upping the tempo, pumping my dick with her hand. Perfect suction. Velvet touch. I opened my stance and fisted my hands. My cock pulsed, excitement rushing through it, juices coursing, ready to blow.
The urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth hard was overwhelming.
She hummed as if she were enjoying it as much as I was, but there was no fucking way.
A stirring pressure built in my balls, just as her warm hand closed around them. I did thrust then, jabbing the back of her throat in my delirium of pleasure. My cock swelled to full hardness. Searing cum spewed, my hips jerked, my knees grew weak.
Karis swallowed convulsively as the seemingly never-ending streams lessened.
When I’d calmed, I helped her to her feet. She tucked me all back in, nice and neat into my trousers. She looked into my eyes as she smoothed the creases out of my shirt under my suit jacket. “Now, that should hold you over for a while.” Her lips were slightly swollen and sexy. I ran my thumb over them tenderly.
“Yeah, about twenty minutes and then I’ll want some more.”
She smiled and turned, opening the door.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a cloak room we can nip into.”
My flaccid cock actually jerked at the suggestion as I followed her down to the car.
****
As soon as we walked into the event, Karis tensed. Even greeting my parents, who she was normally comfortable with, had been strained.
The confident, flippant girl I knew had fled and then I realized why.
Over at the bar, Karen sat talking to a spectre from our past.
“Oh shit.”
Joy — the girl from the botched blowjob at the beach.
The pair of them watched us with interest. Then Joy leaned closer to Karen and said something behind her hand. Karen’s expression changed immediately and her mouth hardened. I could only speculate as to the comment.
“Oh, Call, this is a really bad idea.” Karis turned and headed for the door.
I ran after her, but my dad intercepted her, gathering her in a big hug. I’d confided in my father about Karis’ worries. My mother gripped my arm and pulled me aside. We watched as my father systematically worked the room with Karis at his side. The Barstow seal of approval went a long way in this town and he’d just given it in a very public way to the girl I was rapidly losing my heart to. He was brilliant and my chest swelled with pride for the both of them.
He even made a point of acknowledging Karen and Joy as he passed them.
“Ladies,” my dad murmured pointedly with a nod, his mouth in a derisive line. Karen’s eyes widened and she tripped over an appropriate response to the boss.
“He’s really something,” I said to Mom. “I wanna be just like that man when I grow up.”
My mom patted my chest and straightened my tie. “You’re off to an excellent start, my son. Now what do you say we go reclaim those two gorgeous creatures, take them for a spin on this dance floor, and show these stuffy people how it’s done.”
I presented my arm and we did just that.
When I had Kare back in my arms, she said, “Your dad is wonderful. I can see where you get it from.”
“Why thank you. He is the man.” I looked across proudly at him and my mo
m before turning my focus back to the lovely woman in my arms. As usual, being close to her manifested itself through my overactive dick.
“I think it’s time we found that coat room,” I said, giving her a nudge with my hips.
“And that’s basically the kind of behavior Joy and Karen are waiting for,” she murmured.
“But not from me.” I grabbed her hand and strode toward the exit.
“Oh really? Seems to me Joy thought, even back in the day, you and I were engaged in this sort of lascivious activity.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“But you’re going to undo what your dad did for me. For us.”
Logically, she was right, but I was no longer thinking coherently.
Finally, she dug in her heels and pulled backward. “Call. No.”
“Okay.” I conceded with a sigh and we returned to the ballroom.
Thankfully, after that, the night seemed to go quickly.
“Are you about ready to go?” I asked, caressing Karis’ bare shoulder.
“More than ready. Let me run to the washroom. Be right back.”
I grabbed her wrist as she was about to leave and insisted on a kiss before she left me.
My parents and I made our way out to the lobby to wait for her.
Dad checked his watch and paced outside the restroom doors.
I was about to ask my mom to run in and check on her when Karis bolted from the washroom. Her cheeks were pale, but streaked with mascara. Blindly, she stalked towards the exit, but my father captured her once again. She wilted into his embrace and he simply held her.
Not thirty seconds later, Karen and Joy exited the powder room, and it all made sense.
The pair of them had the decency to put their heads down and hurry away under the censorial stare of three livid Barstows.
My mother and I approached Kare and my dad.
“Karis, are you all right, honey,” Mom asked gently.
Audibly, she swallowed before she pulled from my dad’s embrace. But he still held her with one arm, the genuine look of concern on his face made my gut hurt.
“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Barstow. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”
Where was the girl who used to hold her own against girls like them? Back in the day, they would be the ones slinking away in tears. “Karis…”
She lashed out, cutting me off. “Take me home, Call. You can dress it up all you like” —she gestured down at the ensemble I’d purchased, and her body in it— “but in this town, I will always be the girl that blew guys under the bleachers.” Inwardly I cringed that she would be so crass in front of my parents. She then turned to my father, her bottom lip trembling, her lovely eyes brimming. “It was a valiant try Mr. B. Thanks anyway.” And with that, she rushed for the glass doors and the exit.
Helplessly, I looked between my parents.
“Go, Call. Go get our girl.”
I ran after her.
Once outside, I found Karis waiting by my car, her arms wrapped around herself.
I rushed to unlock and open her door. Without a word, she got in.
About halfway home, after I’d racked my brain for something to say, I simply said, “I’m sorry I made you go through that, Kare.”
With her lips pursed she gave a dismissive shrug of her shoulder. “I told ya so, pretty boy,” she whispered as another silvery tear trailed down her cheek. “I think you should take me to my mothers.”
“Why? No!” I was suddenly angry.
“Call…”
“No! You’re coming home with me. Where you belong.”
What the hell did she think, that two small-minded nobodies would change my opinion of her? I knew all about her past. Better than anybody probably. If I could live with it, fuck everybody else.
We drove the rest of the way in silence.
As soon as we got into the house, I closed the door then turned her toward me. She watched me, stoically. Nearing her, I thumbed the moisture from her cheeks.
“I don’t give a fuck what…”
“Shut up, Call.”
Gripping my lapels, she pulled me into an angry, rousing kiss.
Roughly, I pushed her against the wall and trapped her there with my body. We weren’t tender with each other.
She wrenched my suit jacket from my shoulders. Together we wrestled it from me and let it fall to the floor. She reefed my shirt from where it was tucked into my trousers. I cupped her ass and jerked her into me while thrusting upward.
She gasped into my mouth. “Unh, Call, fuck me. I need it. Now!” Struggling against me, she unfastened my pants. But that’s where I stopped her.
“No, wild thing. This time, I’m gonna show you exactly what that slit in this dress is made for.”
I sank to my knees. I grasped the hem and peeled the skirt back slowly revealing her long shapely legs, creamy thighs, and succulent smooth pussy.
“Ah, Karis.” I was eye level with her sweet cunt. “Hold this.” I passed her the bunched up material. I ran my hands over her thighs and was pleased when the flesh quivered.
Never the shy one, she tightened her backside, thrusting her hips forward, offering me her pouty cunt. I slipped my tongue between her lips and lightly caressed her clit. The taste of her made my dick harder.
She whimpered and wriggled, demanding more. She pressed her mound against my mouth.
Without warning I shoved two fingers into her. She bore down on my hand.
“It feels so fucking good.” She rocked against my mouth. “You make me wanna scream.”
“I know. You love to come and I love to make you come.”
I separated her lips with my thumbs, exposing her clit. I licked her, probably too hard. I still wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t seem to want it soft and slow.
She pulled my hair as I heard a restrained whine travel through her chest. I gripped her hips, my fingers biting into her warm flesh.
She panted, practically prancing in her place.
I flicked her clit and her internal muscles squeezed my digits. She was so close, already. I crooked my fingers and rubbed her insides.
“Is that good right there, Kare?” I must have hit a particularly sensitive spot because more moisture soaked my fingers. Her clit swelled against my tongue.
She moved with me, almost going counter to my clockwise.
“Ah. Ah...ah.” Her cries echoed.
I shot to my feet, wiping my mouth with one hand and fighting my zipper with the other.
“Bend over, baby.” I tossed her skirt up over her back and bared her ass. She was so lubricated, I slipped right into her hot cunt with no resistance.
She moaned softly, a raspy sound that made my cock swell to a painful length. I gripped her hips and we surged together. Her pussy clamped around my cock. Her pleasure tripped my own and I hosed her insides with my hot seed.
Slowly, she straightened and wrapped an arm backwards behind my head. I tried to stay inside her as long as possible.
We moved into the bedroom, where I stripped her. This time when I made love to her, I took my time.
Chapter Nine
This long distance thing was really beginning to piss me off.
It had been almost two weeks since the DBA function. I hadn’t seen Karis since. We played cat and mouse with phone calls, messages, and texts that went unanswered for hours sometimes days and then not at all.
It was one excuse after another. Work or a catering job with Rob. We’d lost an entire weekend with that one. Then it was fatigue and neglected homework. I don’t have time, Call. The latest was, she wasn’t feeling well.
I tried one more time to get in touch with Karis and again, it went straight to voicemail. In a fit of frustration, I fired my cell across the room and into the Lazy Boy. It bounced and clattered to the floor. Fuck!
There was no doubt in my mind now. She was avoiding me. What was she going to do, break up with me for my own good? Ignore me and hope I’d eventually give up?
Was she simply not mature enough to carry on an adult relationship? I wanted to kick myself for falling for her. I knew her patterns. Better than anyone. I should have known. Our last night together, she was pulling back. To add to my fears and insecurities, if she mentioned this Rob guy, the caterer, one more time, I wasn’t sure what I might do.
“Fuck this!” I strode across the room and picked up my cell. After checking the screen for cracks, I headed for the door. Whether she liked it or not, if this was over, she was going to have to face me to end it.
****
When I arrived at Karis’, Val let me in. She seemed surprised to see me. They both did. They exchanged a look that made me think I’d walked in on something.
“Hey, Call,” Karis said, coming forward. “I wasn’t expecting you.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I was worried about you. Is everything okay?”
She took my hand and guided the way to her room, but I didn’t miss the glance she threw back over her shoulder at her roommate.
As soon as we made her room, I said, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Carefully, she sat down in the window seat and pulled a throw pillow into her lap. “I told you. I’ve been busy with work and school. And I’ve honestly not been feeling well, Call. I feel like hell and I can’t seem to shake it. It’s the weirdest flu I’ve ever had.” But she wouldn’t look at me. The dread in my stomach turned into a painful knot.
She was incredibly pale and shaky. She was most definitely sick.
“Karis, what’s goin’ on? Be up front with me. I don’t wanna play games. All that bullshit is in the past. I don’t want tricks. We’re not going to have that kind of relationship. Talk to me. Things haven’t been the same since the DBA function. You’ve been avoiding me ever since.”
“The entire night sucked. Except for when we went home.”
“Yeah, that was pretty spectacular.” I sat down on the edge of the bed, but I could still reach her where she sat. I tangled my fingers with hers. “But being with you is always spectacular.”
A small smile tugged at her lips.
“I was beginning to think you were trying to break up with me.”
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