“What’s your favorite holiday?” he asked.
“None of them,” I responded. Once you lose a parent, it’s hard to enjoy Christmas, especially if they happen to die the day before. A wave of sadness came over me. This would be the fourth year without my dad, and even though I hadn’t been a child when I’d lost him, I still felt like half an orphan.
“Why? Did you lose someone?” he asked me sincerely.
I looked at him, amazed that someone as dense as I was sure he was would make that connection.
“Yeah,” I said softly as I looked up into his eyes.
“Me, too,” he said and looked away.
“Who?” I asked.
“Both of my parents,” he replied.
“Damn,” I said back.
“Yeah. It was a car accident. I was with them but only broke my wrist. I was lucky, the doctors said. I don’t feel very lucky,” he confessed.
“I know what you mean,” I said, not about to tell him he was lucky for losing both of his parents but still able to go on without them. I knew how excruciating that was. I couldn’t imagine losing both parents at the same time. The thought was horrifying to me.
Chapter 4
We sat there in the bedroom, in complete silence for a little while. It was a sad silence, but also a comfortable one. I knew he understood, and he knew that I understood. It evened out the awkwardness.
I was staring straight ahead when he took my left hand in his.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
He held on to my hand gently and caressed it with his thumb. He looked into my eyes. I could feel my stomach filling with butterflies again, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Suddenly Carson placed his other hand on my cheek and drew it down to my neck. I drew in a breath at his touch and longed for more. I tried to tell myself that this was just a fling to him, and I would be even more humiliated if I went through with it, but my hormones were getting the best of me. If he could have sex for sport, why couldn’t I?
I leaned in towards him and beckoned him to kiss me. His lips met mine softly, and he caressed them with his tongue. It wasn’t pushy or rushed. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand and pulled me closer on the bed.
Our bodies were practically touching, but it wasn’t enough. Carson leaned me back on the bed and crawled on top of me; our mouths still pressed together. He begged for entrance with his tongue, and I gave it to him by parting my lips slightly. That was all the green light that he needed. He plunged forward into my mouth, exploring it deeply, sucking on my bottom lip and finally nibbling on it.
I sighed and moaned a little bit into his mouth. He must have heard it because his body responded. I could feel him through his jeans. He was getting aroused. At least, I wasn’t the only one.
Between my legs, I could feel the heat radiating outwards. I knew that my panties had to be damp, and I wondered just how wet they were. How wet was I? We were going to find out together.
Carson crawled completely on top of me and pinned me down by my wrists. He ground his hips against mine, and I could feel his hardened length pressing into my groin. I longed for there to be no clothes between us. The whole time this was happening, I couldn’t believe it. Part of me was thinking it was a bad idea and wanted to stop immediately, but the better part of my brain liked every second of it, and wanted nothing but more– More of Carson King.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. He pulled away, and I looked into his eyes, which had darkened with desire. I bit my lip in frustration at the fact that we were both still fully clothed. He must have understood because he leaned back and stripped his shirt off, then started to work on my jeans and slipped those off as well.
Kneeling between my legs, he ran a finger under the edges of my underwear. First, he did it at the waistband and then he slid his finger under the band of the left leg. I shivered at his touch in such an intimate area. He slid his finger down, lower and lower until it was running along my lips. I gasped.
“Is this okay?” he asked me softly. I hadn’t expected such tenderness from someone like Carson King. It only made me want him more than I already did.
I only nodded my head, and he kept going, running his finger up and down along the outside of my lips. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, eating up the sensation and eager for more. Again, Carson must have known because he slid my panties to the side and parted my folds with his finger, sliding it inside me. I leaned up and cried out as he immediately found my G-spot and began stroking it.
I loved the way the pressure felt. It was like he was beckoning me to come right then and there. I could feel something building there between my legs. I wanted to savor the moment, though. I wasn’t ready to reach my climax. I tried to slow my breathing, and he slid in a second finger. I reached up behind my head and grasped the fabric of the comforter and moaned.
“Mmm… yeah,” he said in a gravelly voice. The sound of it turned me on more. I wanted to make him make all kinds of noises.
Not able to wait anymore, he reached up and slid my panties off. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and threw them over his shoulder and shed his underwear. When they hit the floor, he laid down on his back with his feet to the headboard. I wondered what he was doing. Most guys usually started out on top, but maybe that wasn’t his thing. I crawled over to him and straddled his hips.
He was huge. Long and thick like something out of a sex-toy shop. I wondered for a moment if I was going to be able to stand him fucking me. But, I was more than willing to find out.
“No,” he said. I stopped and looked up at him, shocked that he didn’t want me to get on top of him. He motioned ‘come here’ with a finger. “Straddle my face, Kat,” he said. My eyes must have widened to three times their normal size. I thought of the couple I’d walked in on earlier. I’d found it tantalizing, and part of me had wished that it were something I’d experienced before. Now that I was about to, I was suddenly nervous. I was never comfortable with a guy going down on me. “C’mon,” said Carson. “I want to taste you.”
His words were almost more than I could stand. I blushed and looked away.
“It’s okay,” he urged. I did what he said and nervously placed a leg on either side of his face. “Now just lower yourself until you feel my mouth,” he said. I looked at him like he was crazy. I was pretty sure I was going to break his nose. Suddenly I felt extremely self-conscious.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked with a devilish grin. I blushed some more because he was correct. I didn’t want to admit it, though.
“Yeah, of course, I have!” I exclaimed.
“Okay,” he said, completely not believing me.
He reached under my legs and placed his hands on top of my thighs and put some pressure on me, encouraging me to lower myself onto his face. I did as he instructed and was met with the deliciously warm and wet sensation of his lips on mine. He pressed me down onto his face as hard as he could, and I gasped at the sensation. His lips were soft, and his tongue was exquisite, dancing around in circles over my clit and delving deep inside my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. I began to relax.
I placed my hands on my thighs, holding his hands and began to grind my hips against his face. I was getting into it, getting a rhythm.
He moved his hand from my thigh and drew a finger down the crack of my ass, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure at the light touch. It gave me goosebumps and tightened my nipples. I reached up to feel them.
He took that finger and slowly slid it inside of me. I gasped at how tightly I squeezed myself around him. The sensation was new and strange and altogether wonderful. He moved his finger slightly, and I could feel that same pressure beginning to build up in my core. He moved his hand with me as I ground my hips in a circular motion, loving each second that his mouth was on me, and his finger was inside me. I wanted more.
There was a crashing noise, and I stopped
, abruptly jerked out of the moment. I looked up in time to see two drunken people stumbling into the room. I gasped for an entirely different reason. Carson looked back, upside down, at the people that had just joined us. I recognized the girl from the English Society I’d been a part of in my senior year. We locked eyes for an awkward moment of recognition. I quickly climbed off of Carson and bounced off of the bed.
“Hey, it’s cool!” said the guy.
The girl giggled, and I said nothing. Carson lay on the bed with his cock hard and exposed. I wondered if the idea of strangers watching turned him on as much as it turned me off.
I pulled on my jeans and stuffed my panties into my pocket. At least, I wasn’t topless when they walked in, but I’d rather they had seen my naked breasts instead of me spread wide on top of Carson King’s face.
I looked over at him one last time. He’d rolled onto his side and was trying to cover himself though his size wasn’t allowing for it. I looked back at the couple, and they were still standing there. I rushed by them and into the hallway. I heard Carson call my name behind me. I kept going. I raced down the stairs into the entry hall and looked around for Elle. I spotted her at the shuffleboard table in the next room with a big meathead with his hands all over her ass.
“Elle, we gotta go,” I said breathlessly to her as I walked into the room.
She turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a beer in one hand. It was obvious she was already gone. “Why?” she asked.
“I don’t have time to explain. Let’s just go, please,” I begged her.
She shook her head like a sullen child. “No,” she said.
I shrugged and turned to walk out the door. It was fine. I’d just walk home alone. The sooner I got away from that godforsaken party, the better. I marched out the front door and slammed it behind me accidentally. A group of guys and girls on the front lawn whipped their heads around to stare at me. I walked quickly down the sidewalk and turned in the direction of my house.
Chapter 5
I walked quickly all the way home, only stopping when cars were crossing in front of me. I shut the front door and slid down it, halfway relieved to be in familiar territory and half horrified about what had just happened. I could never show my face at school again, but if I wanted my Master’s degree, I’d have to. I groaned in the dark entry hall.
Eventually, I got up and went to bed though I barely slept. Mostly I tossed and turned. It was that way for several nights.
Back at school that Monday, I was dreading seeing everyone. Thankfully up until I went to the tutoring lab, I hadn’t seen anyone that knew anything about the party. At least, if they did, they weren’t letting on.
I threw my bag onto the counter and got my things ready. I pulled my agenda from my bag and flipped it open to find that I had an appointment with Carson King. I pissed and moaned just like I had the night I’d come home from that party. I never wanted to see him again. I hadn’t heard from him after the party, and I was sure it was just another fling for him. He was probably only upset that he hadn’t gotten off before we’d been discovered.
The whole thing replayed in my mind like a film in slow motion. I couldn’t deny that when I replayed the part where I got on top of his face that I felt something stir between my legs, but I tried to shake that off as well as the rest of the memory. I was a professional. I would conduct myself as a professional. We wouldn’t speak about it.
Just then, someone walked into the office. It was Carson. Part of me couldn’t believe that he even wanted to show his face in the tutoring office, and part of me wasn’t shocked at all. Something like that wouldn’t bother someone like him.
“Hey,” he said without his usual confidence.
“Hey,” I said back, not feeling exactly quick on my feet that day.
I must have paused and said nothing for a few moments because finally he spoke. “Shouldn’t we go in there to study?” he asked, pointing in the direction of the room we usually occupied when we studied.
I nodded and said, “Oh, yeah.” I grabbed my bag and my things that were spread across the desk and got my key from my lanyard. I clumsily unlocked the door and pushed it open. When I did, my pencil bag fell to the floor, and all of my writing instruments went across the floor. I rolled my eyes and bent to start gathering them. Carson bumped my head with his.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed.
He smiled at me when I looked at him. Both of us were holding our heads. My eyes lingered for a moment on his lips, remembering how good they felt between my legs. I forced myself to look away and blushed.
“Let me help you,” he insisted, picking up the pens and pencils beside him.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said in return, meaning it. He didn’t have to help me at all. He owed me nothing, and if he thought this was some charity act to come and be tutored by me at this point, I wanted no part of it.
Finally, we got all of them in the bag, and we both reached for it at once, his hand grasping mine.
“Kat,” he said.
“No,” I said, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear it. It was already excruciating to be in his presence without acknowledging what had happened at that party.
“No, really, Kat,” he went on. We both stood up.
I bit my lip, bracing myself for whatever was going to come next. I hoped to God he didn’t think I was attached. That would only be one more blow to my ego since I wasn’t. At least, that was something positive about the whole thing. I hadn’t caught feelings for him. At least, I didn’t think I had. I shook the thought from my mind.
I proceeded to walk over to my usual side of the table and took my seat. Carson did the same on his side.
“Kat, I like you,” he said. Great, here it was. The beginning of the ‘I like you, but it was just sex’ speech. I didn’t need to hear it.
“Look, I know we were just hooking up. I’m not stupid,” I said.
He cut me off. “Kat, I like you. Like I’m falling for you,” he said.
This seemed like the most desperate attempt to get back into my pants and finish what he started. I snorted with laughter.
“Carson, like I said, I’m not stupid,” I said.
“I know you’re not. That’s part of the reason I’m crazy about you,” he said. “Kat, I like you, and I didn’t know how to tell you that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and it’s making me insane. The only thing I could think to do was come here to talk to you because I knew you wouldn’t leave.”
I sat there, speechless. He was serious. I could see it in his eyes. They were peering into my soul, and it felt like. I looked away with nervousness. I couldn’t deny that I liked what had happened at the party until it was interrupted, and I did like him, too. How much? I couldn’t be sure. Was it something I wanted to explore?
“I’m just asking you to give me another chance,” he said.
“Carson, I don’t think—“ I began, and I stood up from the desk. He stood at the same time and reached out to me. He crushed our mouths together. His tongue penetrated my mouth, and I got weak in the knees thinking about the other things he was able to do with that tongue. Maybe I did want to find out.
He quickly pulled away and walked around to my side of the table. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, kissing me passionately. I could feel him hard through his athletic shorts. I wanted to feel him on top of me. I pulled his hair gently and bit his bottom lip. He leaned his head back and groaned. The sound was wonderful and sent a rush straight to my groin as my panties grew damp. I could feel how wet I was just from thinking about being with him. It was insane. I’d never felt that before. This was all happening so quickly–I didn’t have time to even think about what we were doing.
He brought his chin back down and kissed me again. He slid his hands up my shirt and cupped my breasts over my bra. I reached around and undid the clasp and felt my breasts fall free. He slid his hands under the bra and lifted my shirt off along with my bra. I was standing there, nude, in
the room with the door open.
Carson walked over to the door and shut it, locking it behind him. He grinned at me and walked back. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the desk. He laid me down, and then lay on top of me, still crushing his mouth desperately against mine. He felt my bare breast, and I moaned. He moved his mouth down to cover my nipple that had tightened into a little pink bud in the cool air of the tutoring room.
I gasped at the sensation and reached my hands above my head to grab onto the end of the desk. He moved down my body and reached my jeans. He expertly unbuttoned them and slid them off my legs as I kicked off my shoes. He reached into my panties and slid those off too. I could feel the air of the room cold against my wet folds. I longed for him to touch me. I looked up at him and bit my lip, begging him to fuck me.
He quickly slid down his athletic shorts, and his massive cock snapped out, hard and ready. There was a shining bead of liquid at the tip, indicating how excited he was. I wanted to taste him just as he had tasted me.
He stepped up to the table and raised my legs up in the air. He rested my calves on his shoulders and stepped forward. He grazed the tip of his cock against my pussy, sliding it in circles on top of my clit. I moaned and gripped the table harder, anticipating what was to come.
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