by Megan West
“I really love to cook,” she said almost sheepishly as she watched his eyes roam over all the high-end appliances and ample counter space equipped with butcher-block surfaces. It was definitely a lot sleeker than the rest of the house but somehow she still made it all flow.
“Do you? Then you’ll have to cook me some dinner before I leave,” Kurt told her. He walked forward and ran his hand over the clean, smooth surface of one of the counters. Then he felt her slide up next to him.
“I’ll be happy to,” she said in a subtly, sultry voice.
In an instant, Kurt had turned to face her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He didn’t want to waste any of the time he spent with her. It was like he wanted to fit everything he had missed out on years ago in the span of the two weeks he would be visiting and, suddenly, that didn’t seem like a daunting amount of time to spend back in his hometown.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her in toward him until her lean body pressed against his. He felt her breasts smash against his chest and he kissed her even more fervently. It wasn’t until he was running out of breath that he finally loosened his grip on her and pulled away a bit. Claire looked up at him, starry eyed.
“I want to taste,” he said in a low growl of a whisper as he leaned in close to her ear, “Your food.” He kissed her ear lightly and felt her body shudder against his. Then he let her go entirely and took a step back glad there wasn’t yet a tent forming in his pants. “Is that all?”
“Of course not,” Claire responded rather breathlessly with her cheeks still flushed a cute shade of bright pink. “There is the upstairs,” she reminded him.
“Oh right,” he said jokingly, “How could I forget?”
He was curious to see what she had made of her old bedroom. Her parents, nice as they were, had always been a bit more on the strict and old-fashioned side. That meant no boys were allowed in her room and that rule applied even to him, whom they had known for many years. It was only when they were out that she would let him go upstairs with her if they were stopping by to drop off or pick anything up before going to hang out somewhere in town. He doubted she had kept it the same even as she grew up so he thought it would be interesting to see what she had done with it now that the house was all hers.
It was the first door to the right when they went up the stairs and it was open. She stepped inside and moved to the side so Kurt could follow. It was a home office, just as brightly decorated as the living room downstairs. She turned to look at him with a smile. On one side, opposite the door, was a large desk and where her bed used to be was a loveseat nestled between two bookcases. It was quite nice and he imagined a great workspace.
“This is my second favorite room in the house,” she confessed.
“I can see why,” he told her as he walked in to look at some of the titles that found a home in one of her two bookcases. He ran his index finger over some of them as he recalled they were on their high school reading list. That was when it struck him that he didn’t even have the slightest clue as to what she did for a living.
“Hey,” he told her as he turned back around to face her. She was watching him intently. “We’ve talked for hours today and you haven’t even told me exactly what you do. You’ve only mentioned stuff about your job.”
“Oh,” she said and then giggled. “Strange, right? Remember old Jerry’s deli that he opened up an actual restaurant for in the town over?” Kurt nodded. He remembered how much they had liked going to that deli on Fridays after school. He even remembered exactly what he ordered and wondered if it was still on the menu. In all his years he had never come across a sandwich quite like the one from Jerry’s. “Well, he opened a couple catering and banquet houses in a few towns over and it has been a real boom. I help organize the places and the events. So I’m old Jerry’s official organizer. Well, I was. Now his son took over.”
“Did old Jerry-”
“Oh, my gosh, no! He just retired,” Claire said as she placed her hand flat on her chest and took a deep breath as if he had said something terrible. Which in retrospect, he kind of had, even if it was a legitimate question.
“Anyway,” she said a moment later, “I really like it.”
“That’s good,” he smiled as he remembered everything she had mentioned about her job. It was all good and she did seem genuinely happy with what she did. It was just strange to think that such a career had come out of a place like this and a local deli, of all things. He walked back up to her and Claire immediately turned to walk out and lead him to the bathroom. It was clean and modern with pops of color just like he had seen in the dining room.
“Just a bathroom,” she said as she ran one of the decorative towels through her fingers. She turned around to find Kurt blocking the doorway. His eyes were stuck to her like glue.
Then he walked forward into the bathroom until her back was up against the wall and his hands were around her waist. His lips found hers again, just as passionately as they had in the kitchen. He was making out with her all over her house in ways he could have only dreamed of in his youth, only he would have never been so confident and dominant back in those days. Perhaps he had been too timid back then or even too in love, he wasn’t sure. Either way, it sure was great to do it now.
He pulled away as Claire looked at him with surprise in her eyes, but he could tell it was a good kind of surprise. He smirked before turning on his heel and walking out of the bathroom.
“What’s next?” he asked casually even though his mind was now racing with thoughts. Eventually they would be in her bedroom and he would want to kiss her again when they were in there. He would want to do a lot more than just kiss her. And he certainly had the courage to go for it. If she didn’t want something to happen, he would completely respect that. But this was his chance to finally be with her in some kind of way and he didn’t want to drop the ball on it.
Claire cleared her throat and straightened her dress before walking out of the bathroom and straight to the door at the end of the hallway upstairs. She opened the door to reveal a large and completely remodeled master bedroom. Kurt had only been in there once or twice before but it had looked absolutely nothing like it did now. This was sleek and modern but still welcoming. It was lively with all the bright colors inside.
Her bed was large and covered with a plush comforter and set of pillows. He turned to the right and saw she had redone the bathroom as well. It was even nicer than he bathroom in the hallway and, of course, larger. Everything looked so familiar, yet so different. It was like he was living in a dream world. He turned and walked into it, running his hand over the clean surface of the counter top. He glanced briefly at all the products she had neatly laid out before turning to see her leaning against the doorway.
“Have a thing for bathrooms?” she asked cheekily.
“Hm,” he responded as he started walking toward her. “Not exactly,” he added in a much quieter voice. He closed in around her and pinned her back to the frame of the door before capturing her lips in yet another fiery kiss. Claire arched her back slightly and he felt her stomach press against his before she straightened up against the wall. He grabbed her hips and pulled them toward him. Now the stirring in his pants had gotten out of control and he knew she felt it push against her by the little squeal she let out.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
Chapter Five
Claire didn’t look upset or like she wanted him to stop. She looked surprised but absorbed in the moment. Kurt smirked again.
“Oh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lower lip and gave a little nod, the pink returning to her cheeks. He squeezed her waist and pressed his lips against hers before letting go and walking into the bedroom. Claire walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. She pulled him in and her lips pressed against the bottom of his shoulder blade, over his shirt. So she hadn’t been offended. He hadn’t crossed over some boundary. It really was okay to pursue what he wanted. He turned to look at her, han
ds falling naturally on her lower back.
“Everything okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” She was staring straight into his eyes and speaking in the subtly sultry tone that had gotten a rise out of him the last time.
That was all it took for Kurt to pull her in close again and initiate another fiery kiss. It was a kiss of a million emotions. It was a kiss driven by unfulfilled passions from years ago. It was a kiss that completely set Kurt over the edge for her.
Now they were standing in the middle of her bedroom making out with full passion and Claire knew he was hard for her. It was almost unbelievable to him. He started kissing down her neck until he was laying a trail of soft, closed-mouth kisses along the line of her collarbone. Claire grabbed at his shoulders and lifted one of her legs slightly so that her knee was placed at the bottom of his belt.
He moved his hips forward on instinct and let out a groan when he felt his cock, still restricted in his boxers and pants, rub up against the crotch of her panties. The sound of her pleasantly surprised little moan made his cock twitch a bit.
“Fuck,” he growled in her ear before kissing her again.
He kissed back down her neck, but this time kept going until his face was nuzzled between her exposed cleavage spilling out of her dress. Claire’s breathing was heavy, just like his.
“Kurt,” she said between breaths as she wrapped her hand under his chin and pulled his head back up so she could look into his eyes.
“Too much?” he asked. She shook her head and moved in to kiss him before turning around so her back was to him.
“Unzip me,” she invited him. He grabbed her zipper and pulled it all the way down, at once admiring the exposed flesh that was so sexily tanned. He exhaled loudly when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Eagerly, he pushed the straps of the dress down her arms and then ran his hands slowly back up her arms and over her shoulders. His hands made their way down the backs of her shoulders and under her arms until they found her breasts.
Her nipples grew hard and erect under the palms of his hands as he rubbed them between his fingers. Claire let her head drop back onto her shoulder as she made small noises of pleasure that were nearly drowned out by her heavy breathing. Her chest heaved with every breath she took; a sight Kurt was enjoying. He ran his hands down to her waist and turned her back around to face him, eyes raking down over every inch of her exposed body. Her stomach was tight and flat. His eyes landed on her miniscule, white lace thong and his hardness twitched in his pants again.
“Fuck,” he said in something like a growl, “You’re hot.”
Claire giggled and bit her lower lip before taking a large step to be closer to him. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in to another fervent kiss, feeling one of her legs draw up to his hips again so that he pushed his cock forward against the crotch of her panties. She moaned louder this time. He did it again and again.
“Oh fuck,” he said, “I-”
He stopped talking in favor of jerking his hips forward against her a bit faster, but Claire seemed to have gotten the hang of what he had been trying to say. She pulled him toward the bed and climbed on, immediately rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. She ran a hand down her body and started rubbing her wetness over the white lace fabric of her tiny thong. Kurt watched her in awe and didn’t even noticed when he undid his pants to pull out his cock and start squeezing it with a tight grip, eyes still glued to her. Her eyes wandered down and she looked at him jerking his cock. She slipped her hand under her panties and started rubbing herself as her eyes stayed glued to his cock. Before long she brought herself to orgasm. Her back arched off the bed and her body tensed up, hips thrust upward and legs shut together, as she moaned loudly before her body collapsed back onto the mattress. Her toes curled as she took a deep breath in, enjoying the feeling of fluttering tingles traveling down her legs.
Claire sat up and made a ‘come hither’ motion with her finger. After quickly taking off his shirt and pulling off his pants and boxers, Kurt walked over and climbed onto the bed. As he got closer and closer to her, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. It was actually happening. His inner teenage self was practically squealing in excitement and triumph.
Claire pushed him onto his back and immediately swung a leg over to straddle him. She moved her body up so that she was straddling his manhood as she leaned forward to kiss him, breasts pushing into the bare skin of his chest. Slowly, she started to rub her hips to create friction against his bare cock. Although the fabric of her thong was a slightly rough against his sensitive skin it wasn’t enough to take away from how great it felt, especially since it was Claire doing it to him.
She pulled away from the kiss and placed her hands flat on his chest to squirm her body downward a bit. Kurt felt a bit of disappointment run through him until he felt her hand wrap around the center of his shaft. He groaned as she started moving her hips in circles so that he felt the very wet fabric of her panties rubbing against him. She started slowly, tantalizingly rubbing up and down his cock. It was the most incredibly sensual hand job he had ever gotten. She continued to stroke him, increasing her pace little by little until she was pumping it in her hand. She had started circling her hips a bit faster to match the pace.
Claire slowed it down again before running her thumb over the head of his cock to sweep off a bit of wetness that had spilled out. She leaned down and spit on his shaft before jerking it in her hand again, now running her hand over the head of it every few pumps to increase the friction. She moved her hips up just enough so that her crotch was slightly rubbing against the lower half of his cock. Kurt clutched at the bed’s comforter as he tried to hold back an orgasm. But it was useless. It wasn’t long before he exploded all over her hand.
Chapter Six
The two of them got dressed in slightly awkward silence after Claire had cleaned his juices off her hand and he had cleaned up himself. Once they were fully dressed they finally turned to look at each other and, quite unexpectedly, burst into laughter.
“Well, that was something,” she said finally.
She walked up to him and playfully punched his arm. It was something she would have done back when they were in high school and had somehow become close friends. But he found it a somewhat odd thing to do now especially given what they had just finished doing.
Kurt kissed her goodnight before leaving. Claire watched him drive away from her front door. As he drove back to his parents’ house he reflected on the night. It was amazing, their little sexual escapade at the end not included. If he did include that, well, it was all the better. Walking around town with Claire talking about so many things had been like reconnecting with an old friend in a way he had never experienced.
As he pulled into the driveway and quietly made his way into his bedroom, he realized his young teenage self would have given anything to be with Claire like he just had. He cringed at the thought of how many times he had fantasized her hand around his cock instead of his own. He dropped down onto his bed, still fully clothed, and looked up at the ceiling with a smile before drifting off to sleep.
The following morning his mother, who had fixed him a delicious and full breakfast, asked how his “little date” went. Kurt would have rolled his eyes and corrected her, telling her it wasn’t a date, but the truth was that it had felt an awful lot like one even before they wound up on her bed. Of course that wasn’t something he wanted to tell his mother either, so he swallowed a mouthful of food and responded with, “Really good.”
She glared at him. “Kurt, you should know by know your mother isn’t going to take such a simple answer!” She pulled a strip of bacon off his plate and took a sizeable bite before gingerly placing it back atop the pancake he was eating.
He sighed and took a sip of orange juice.
“I know,” he groaned. So he told her they had just wandered around the town square. He told her they talked for hours and mentioned, as quickly as he could, she had given him a tour of her
house when he dropped her off. His mother raised a suspicious eyebrow but he pointedly ignored it.
“You still got feelings for her, don’t you?” she asked softly.
Kurt nearly choked on his food. His mother always asked forward questions and had always been involved in his life to some degree or another, but he wouldn’t have expected her to ask that question. But as he smacked on his chest to suppress a fake cough and attempted to catch his breath, he realized there was no real reason for him to have been taken by surprise by her question. It had been, after all, quite a normal question for her to ask considering she had been all too aware of how in love with Claire he was in high school.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said smartly before getting up to fetch the pitcher of orange juice from the refrigerator and pour some more in his glass. She poured some in her glass too before putting the pitcher back into the refrigerator.
When she took her seat again Kurt took it upon himself to clarify. “I’m not still in love with her, you know.”