Tell-Tale Hearts

by H A Blackwood

  I smiled. Kim wasn’t fooling around here. Time to reel her in. I stretched out naked on the couch and typed three words in reply.

  “I’ll be there.”

  Sharing The Same Brain

  H oly shit,” Gemma said. “That’s exactly the right phrase. You’re lucky I didn’t start masturbating while you were telling that story.”

  I didn’t react right away.

  “Great, you’re imagining it now, aren’t you?”

  I blushed because I was picturing her playing with herself. “No, I—I just couldn’t think of a witty comeback. You caught me flat-footed.”

  “So, I have to ask again—you’re not messing with me, right? This is all true?”

  “Every word. Why would I make this up?”

  “I don’t know. To see me get all twisted up over it? You should write a book.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Seriously. This stuff is hot.”

  “Well, I’m not going to write a book about my sex life. Besides, you don’t know how this story ends.”

  “Well, I know you’re still alive, so nobody boils your bunny, and I got to meet the most interesting friend I’ve ever had. So, there’s that. But I totally understand why you reacted the way you did that first day in the coffee shop when I used your phone to text mine. And for the record, I don’t blame you. That would have freaked me out, too, so, retroactively, I’m sorry.”

  “Apology accepted in arrears. Now, change of subject. Are you going to the gym tomorrow?”

  “Yes, but I have to go early. I have meetings in the afternoon.”

  “Bummer, I can’t meet early. I have a call with a team in Europe at six.”

  She patted my knee. “No worries, I’ll get a hold of you sometime later this week and see what you’re up to. But now I have to go. I have some stuff to do this afternoon.”

  I walked her to the door and thanked her again for the shake. It had me feeling a hundred and ten percent better. She gave me a hug, and I watched her hips sway as she walked to her car, her shapely ass looking like perfection in her running shorts. I saw my neighbor across the street pause what he was doing and ogle her as she got into her car and drove away. I think he mouthed “wow” before returning to the project in his garage. Or, maybe I imagined it because that’s what I was thinking.

  I returned to the living room and lay back down on the couch, thinking about the next few “chapters” of the story. Gemma was right, they were pretty hot. In the few weeks between things ending with Pete and Kim, and meeting Gemma, I was truly alone. I had relived the events that were coming up in this tale several times, using them to pleasure myself when I felt low. Maybe there could be a book in there somewhere. If I got myself off thinking about my adventures, possibly others would if they read about them. I was a writer, after all. I pushed that thought out of my head and let my fingers drift down to my pussy, feeling the hair that was starting to grow back. I’d need to go get waxed soon.

  I absently tickled and teased my lips, spreading them apart and feeling the wetness between them. I was starting to breathe hard when my phone buzzed.

  I stopped a mile from your house.

  No way. Gemma did not pull over, masturbate, and text me in an attempt to re-enact the scene from my story. Or did she?

  If this is where Kim stopped, someone for sure could have seen her. There are several condos on the hill that can see right into my car. And several people walking by on the sidewalk. They can see in here too. Kim couldn’t have picked a worse place from a privacy perspective to stop and rub one out. She must have had it bad for you!

  I realized I still had my hand in my pants. I started working my fingers inside my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb. I managed to type a reply to Gemma with my other hand.

  “And what are you doing now?”

  I felt my hips bucking. How did I go from just casually touching myself in peace and quiet to full-on masturbation while texting with my friend? Jesus, I must have pent-up needs, because it seemed like I was touching myself every ten minutes.

  Wouldn’t you like to know? ;-)

  I dropped my phone as I came, my pelvic muscles contracting over and over. I withdrew my hand from my pants, the sweet smell of my cum drifting to my nostrils. I was panting, and my heart was racing.

  Holy shit.

  I searched the floor for my phone, grabbed it, and started typing.

  “Come over for dinner tomorrow night. 5:30. Just bring yourself.”

  It wasn’t a request. I didn’t ask if Gemma was free. I demanded her presence. She replied right away.

  Let’s make it five.

  The next morning, I had my meeting with the Europeans at six AM, then went for a long hard run. After a shower and a few more hours of work, I went shopping, and by four-thirty, I had everything in motion for dinner.

  The bell rang at four fifty-eight. I smiled and answered it, inviting Gemma inside. She held out a brown bag, which caused me to frown. “I said you didn’t need to bring anything.”

  She reached inside and pulled out a bottle of Tequila Blanca. “Tonight’s a margarita night,” she said. “With dinner, or after, we’re having margs.”

  I started laughing, taking the bottle from her, and walking to the kitchen.

  “What?” she asked, following me. “I didn’t see any tequila in your kitchen when I was here yesterday. I can’t come to dinner empty handed! It’s not polite.”

  I set the bottle on the counter, next to an identical bottle of Tequila Blanca I’d picked up earlier in the day. “Second time we’ve bought the exact same thing. One more time and I’m going to start freaking out.”

  “Okay, on the count of three, how do you like your margs—frozen or on the rocks? One, two, three! Rocks!”

  “Frozen!”

  “Well, there you go, we don’t share a brain after all. Frozen it is—your house, your rules.”

  Gemma grabbed the blender and went to work on the margs while I finished frying the taco shells and cooking the ground beef, mixing in the taco spices and fresh cilantro. Gemma sniffed the air like a hound. “Wow, I hope these taste as good as they smell.”

  I put the shells on a tray next to bowls of shredded cheddar cheese, chopped lettuce, and diced tomatoes. When the beef was done, I placed the pan on a hot pad in between our plates.

  We assembled our tacos, and with the first crunch, Gemma moaned with delight. “Oh my god,” she said through a mouthful, “These are amazing!”

  “It’s the freshly fried shells. Premade shells taste like cardboard. You’ll be ruined for tacos anywhere else now. You’re welcome.”

  “That just means you have to be my taco supplier from now on. God, these are good!”

  After dinner, we retired to the living room with a fresh pitcher of margaritas.

  Gemma sat on the left end of the couch, and I sat on the right. I swung my feet up and turned to face her. She did the same, leaning against one of my big pillows and rubbed her belly. “If I died now, I’d be okay with that. I could have eaten a thousand of those. You just pulled ahead in the cooking competition.”

  I smiled. “I didn’t know we were in a competition.”

  “We are now. I don’t know how I’m going to top those tacos.”

  “Maybe you can’t,” I teased.

  “I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

  I sipped my margarita, careful to keep the blended slush from resting on the roof of my mouth. I hated brain freezes. “Well, it’s funny that you mention competition because there’s a bit of that in my next chapter. Get comfortable.”

  She leaned forward in anticipation, her face bright and attentive.

  “So, Kim left in a rush, then texted me that she was overcome with lust and had to stop on the way home to take care of that situation, then invited me to go running the next morning. Well, there was no way I wasn’t going to see what the morning would bring. I was so excited I could barely sleep. At five till six the next day, I pulled up in front of
Kim’s house.”

  Now We’re Even

  Four Weeks Ago

  I parked on the street in front of Kim and Pete’s house. Pete was doing well for them, that was certain. I had gathered that much seeing him in his Range Rover the day we reconnected, but their home was nestled in the foothills on a decent-sized piece of land in a swanky neighborhood. My Mini convertible wasn’t out of place but was a low-end vehicle compared to what I saw as I drove there.

  The house itself was a two-story affair, and from the street, it looked like each level was bigger than my entire house. Selling insurance must be a lucrative gig.

  I had just shut the car door when Kim came out, pushing a running stroller in front of her. I waved and walked up their driveway to meet her.

  “Hi!” she said. “I hope you don’t mind; we’ll do a couple of slow miles to warm up, and I’ll drop Becca at daycare. Then we can really hit it. I’m almost back to my pre-baby shape, and I need someone to push me.”

  “Sounds perfect. Lead the way!”

  I let her set the pace as we wound our way through the neighborhood and onto an eight-foot-wide concrete path. The pre-dawn light was getting brighter, and as we approached the daycare center, the sun broke over the horizon, bathing Kim’s back in an orange glow. Her ass was perfectly shaped and highlighted by the morning sun, and I realized that, like me, she had long legs for her height.

  We went through the front door and were greeted by a young but stern-looking woman. When she recognized Kim, she smiled. “Hi, Kim! I was so happy to see Becca on the schedule for today! She’s such a delight, and the regular kids love her. It always makes their day when she’s here.”

  Kim pulled her daughter out of the stroller and kissed the sleepy child on her cheek. “You be good today, okay? And have fun with the other kiddos!”

  Another woman came, took Kim’s bag containing all her baby-related gear, and led Becca inside the central part of the building. The woman behind the desk turned her attention to me, looking me up and down. I wasn’t sure, but I think she scowled at my running shorts and sports bra. In her defense, the outfit did leave me with a lot of skin showing compared to Kim’s mid-length shorts and long-sleeved running jacket. The morning was chilly, but I always warm up after the first half mile, so if the starting temperature is over fifty degrees, no coat. It was forty-eight, according to the thermometer in my car, which I figured was close enough.

  “Who’s this?” the woman asked.

  Kim was watching her daughter as she went through the door and disappeared into the center of the building. “Oh, sorry. Karen, this is my friend Darcy. She’s training with me today.” She turned to me. “Karen owns this place. She’s a lifesaver. When you have kids, I can’t recommend her enough.”

  I took Karen’s extended hand. “Good to meet you.”

  “You too. Aren’t you cold?”

  I looked down at my bare legs and midriff. “No, not really. This is actually my ideal running temperature.”

  “Well, it has to be a lot warmer for me to go out without a coat. You must be tough. Go easy on my Kim today.”

  Kim laughed. “Thanks for looking out for me, Karen. I need Darcy to push me, though. Can I leave the stroller here for the day?”

  “Of course. You two have a good workout.”

  Kim turned toward me and ushered me out the door. “She likes you,” she said as we started running. “She normally doesn’t engage with strangers.”

  “She seems protective and judgmental.”

  “Only at first. Come on, there’s a great trail over here.”

  Kim led me up a trail that wound up the side of the first of the foothills. I wasn’t used to running hills, and my legs were protesting. By the time we hit the top, I was out of breath. Kim slowed and turned to me, also breathing hard, and tied her jacket around her waist. “I’ve never made it to the top in one shot before. There’s an African proverb I read once—if you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. This is what I meant by ‘I need you to push me.’”

  “I meant to ask you; how did you know I ran?”

  “You don’t get a body like yours by walking on a Stairmaster. That ass, maybe, but not the rest.”

  It made sense. Also, it thrilled me that Kim had been checking out my entire body, not just thinking about my tits. She started running again, and the trail wound in and out of trees along the ridge of the hill, then switch-backed its way into a valley, over a bridge, and eventually connected back with the bike trail that snaked its way through her neighborhood. It was just after eight-thirty, and we’d logged eleven miles with a couple thousand feet in elevation gain and loss. I would feel that in the morning, for sure.

  We walked for a few minutes to cool down. I was curious where this was going to lead, but I was ready for about anything. I also didn’t want to freak Kim out again like I’d done yesterday afternoon, so I was going to let her make the first move.

  “So, Darcy… Pete’s gone to work by now, so I have the house to myself. You want to come in for a coffee?”

  “Sure! I have time for a cup or two, but then I should get home to shower. I do have some work to do this afternoon.”

  She took my baited statement and ran with it. “Do you want to shower here? We have like, three guestrooms with showers that never get used. It could save you some time.”

  I felt devious. Either Kim was easy to lead where I wanted her to go, or she was very good at acting like she was being led. Either way, showering at her place sounded like it could lead somewhere fun. “Sure, that sounds great!”

  As we approached her house, I stopped by my car and grabbed my bag from the back. She looked at it suspiciously. “You came with a bag prepared?”

  Of course, I came prepared, but I made it sound more innocent. “I keep a change of clothes in my car in case of any accidents while I’m out and about. It’s a trick I learned from an old boss. He kept a clean shirt in his office in case he spilled food on himself during the day and kept a full change in his car in case he ever got stuck somewhere overnight.”

  “That’s actually smart. I should tell Pete to start doing that. I mean, the shirt at the office thing. He’d better not get stuck overnight somewhere in town—he’s only fifteen minutes away!”

  She hung her jacket on a hook by the interior garage door. “So, coffee first, or shower first?”

  I took a discrete whiff of my armpit, and I caught her doing the same. In unison, we said, “Shower!”

  She gave me a quick tour of the house and set me up in a guest room next to the master. I washed quickly, eager to see what would happen next. I wrapped the oversized, fluffy towel around my body, tucking it in above my breasts, and stepped out of the shower. I was startled to see Kim in the guest room, wearing a robe, hanging open, white high-cut panties, and no bra. Her assets were hidden behind the fabric of the gown, but her porcelain skin teased me from the top of her panties, over her toned stomach, through the shallow valley between her breasts and up to her slender neck. She looked delicious, and I wanted to run my lips and tongue over that path. She smiled, but her face turned bright red. She opened the robe and let it drop down to her elbows, leaving her perky breasts exposed to my hungry eyes.

  She looked down at her tits and expressed some self-doubt about their size. “You would think the pregnancy would have done more for me, but believe it or not, they are bigger than they used to be.”

  “They’re, um, they’re perfect for your size.” I stammered like a twelve-year-old boy seeing boobs for the first time. She was really getting to me.

  “Well, I guess this makes us even since I saw yours and everything. Oh, but I guess you should… touch them? Then we’ll be even.”

  I said I would wait for her to make the first move, and this was it and then some. “You’re sure you want me to?”

  She gulped as I stalked closer to her. I felt like a predator, and based on her expression, she felt like my prey. With both of us barefoot, I was four inches
taller than her, so she looked up at me as I drew near.

  “No, I’m not sure. But I want you to do it anyway. I… need you to push me.”

  I reached out and touched her shoulders, letting my hands slide along her collar bones. Her breathing quickened. My fingers traced a path down to her tits. After drawing a circle around each one with my fingernails, I wrapped my hands around them. Her skin broke out into goosebumps, and I felt her nipples grow stiff under my palms. Her heartbeat quickened, beating a furious pace, thumping against her ribs.

  “Your heart is going to beat out of your chest.”

  “I’ve never been so scared and thrilled at the same time. I want you to ravage me, and I want to run away. We shouldn’t be doing this! I’m not gay!”

  I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and biting gently, then I did the same to the other breast. Kim’s breath was coming in gasps. I leaned close and whispered into her ear. “Don’t label it and just listen to your body. The idea excites you. Just go with it.”

  She gulped. “O-okay.”

  I shrugged out of my towel, standing in front of her in all my glory. Her eyes grew wide, and I put a hand behind her head, pulling her down to my tits. I practically forced a nipple into her mouth. At first, she resisted, but after a second, I felt her relax, and then she sucked on both of my nipples, alternating between them, pinching and rolling her fingers on the one she wasn’t sucking. I moaned a little, and I felt her body get stiff again.

  “We’re not even anymore. I’m ahead,” I said, gesturing to my naked lower half.

  “I guess, um, we should do something about that?” she said more as a question than a statement. I tugged at her robe. She dropped her arms to her side and let it fall to the floor.

  I pushed her onto the guest bed and climbed on top of her. She locked eyes with me, and I wasn’t sure if I saw desire or terror. I know I was feeling pure, high-octane lust. I hadn’t felt like this since…

  The night in the frat house. Only this time, I wasn’t nineteen years old, I wasn’t high on ecstasy, we had no audience, and I wasn’t the pupil. And I was just as excited as I was that night.