Bun in the Oven

by Jamie Knight

  She kissed me back, smelling and tasting like sugar and spice, and I loved how her tongue felt in my mouth.

  “Oh,” she said, when I pulled back, restoring the use of her lips.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  By way of reply she grabbed me and kissed me again, slipping her tongue even further into my mouth this time than it had been last time.

  “Sorry,” she said, pulling away.

  “Don’t be,” I said.

  Having a good idea of her intention, I slowly stood up and went over to her, unzipping my pants as I went. Without a word, she took my hard cock by its shaft and started stroking it in a slow, even rhythm, her eyes fixed on it.

  Now we were getting down to business.

  And I was loving it.

  I put a hand on the back of her neck. Apparently taking this as a cue, Sally took my cock into her mouth as far as she could, getting it about halfway before starting to softly gag and pulling back. I was honestly impressed at far she took it in.

  She mixed hard and soft sucks, all the while swirling her sweet little tongue around my head as she did so. She made me feel fucking amazing, and it wasn’t long until I was filling her mouth with cum.

  Sally looked at me then as she swallowed down every drop without missing a beat. I had expected her to stop after I had cum. I clearly underestimated her dedication.

  Keeping her hand around my cock, she gently lifted the bulk of the shaft so she could get at my balls, still stroking me as she took one of my balls all the way into her mouth and started gently sucking, masterfully minding her teeth. Moving from one ball to the other, she kept stroking, barely getting the head of my cock into her mouth before I was so hard and ready for her yet again.

  I guided her to her feet and kissed her, which she returned, and then I continued kissing my way down her neck. I started unbuttoning her shirt, getting it off her with her help, followed quickly by her bra.

  Suddenly inspired by the image I had when I first saw her, I took a handful of the cake and carefully smeared it over her bare chest. She gasped but didn’t object and held still while I lowered my head and cleaned every speck of her beautiful chest with my mouth and tongue, paying particular attention to her nipples, also being very careful with my teeth.

  I swirled her nipple around with my tongue while lightly pinching the other one. Then I switched. Both of her nipples were so hard and pointy.

  “My turn,” she said softly, taking her own handful of the smiley face cake and smearing it with a professional level of skill on my cock.

  It would be humorous, if I weren’t so fucking turned on.

  When she was done, she licked the rest sensually from her hand and got down on her knees and licked the cake off my cock with her tongue, dropping her mouth onto my cock and sucking hard until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I liked to remain in control and in charge, but I needed to have her, right now.

  “Take off your pants,” I said.

  Without hesitation, she obeyed, taking off her shoes first and then stripping off her pants, followed quickly by her panties, leaving her naked before me. Taking her by the shoulders, I sat her back down on her chairs and gently opened her legs.

  Her pussy was so tight, pretty and pink I could hardly believe it. I took a moment to just look and appreciate its beauty.

  Taking more cake, I carefully spread it over her pussy, covering the whole thing before cleaning it all off, idling just my tongue, my hands pressing against her bare knees. Sally literately grabbed the back of my head and screamed as I licked her clean.

  When the cake was gone, I kept going until she had cum, her body convulsing with pleasure, collapsing back against the chair.

  I trailed my way up to her mouth and kissed her again, Sally welcoming me with great affection, jamming her tongue hard into my mouth. We kissed passionately as she stroked my cock and I fingered her pussy until we both came again, looking into each other’s eyes as we did so.

  Sucking her juice from my fingers after wiping my cum from her belly and licking her hand clean, I stood her up and she bent herself over the table and spread her pussy with her hands.

  Putting on the condom I had put in my jeans pocket just in case things went as well as I had hoped – and they most definitely were – I pressed my hand against the small of her back as I stroked the head of my cock against her tender little pussy lips before sliding inside her.

  “Oh God! You’re so big!” Sally said as I entered her tight little pussy.

  “You okay, baby?” I asked.

  “Yeah, just go slow, okay?”

  “Of course,” I assured her.

  Careful not to hurt her, I moved slowly in and out of Sally’s tight, wet pussy. She seemed to feel every inch of my cock as it ebbed and flowed in and out of her, Sally moving with me, moving her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts.

  She moaned loudly with each one, my cock filling her up entirely. I kept fucking her, minding how hard I went, when I felt the condom break just as I started to cum.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed, after my involuntary grunt of pleasure.

  “What?” she asked, sounding concerned.

  “Damn condom broke!”

  How long had I had that thing in my wallet?

  I must have been going through a longer dry spell than I’d thought.

  “It okay, I’m on the Pill,” Sally said.

  Well, that was a relief.

  “And I get tested when I go in for my Pill appointments, and I don’t have anything,” she said.

  “Okay. Me neither.”

  I had gotten tested after Jessa had cheated on me. Luckily I hadn’t gotten anything.

  I pulled out and then I turned and held onto her, sitting a bit awkwardly in the chair, Sally straddling my lap. We kissed tenderly. I wasn’t usually the kissing kind, but I made an exception and it felt great.

  “Feels like my birthday,” I said.

  “Because of the cake?” she asked.

  “Partly,” I said.

  “That good, huh?” she teased.

  “Absolutely,” I confirmed.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “So, it wasn’t your birthday? You really did just have a random woman call up and order the smiley face cake here for no reason?”

  “Wrong,” I told her. “It was my sister, not a random woman. And it was for a very good reason – to get your hot ass over here. But even if it wasn’t, who cares? Sometimes you just feel like ordering a smiley face cake for no reason. What’s wrong with that?”

  I was back to joking around like I used to. I guessed, thanks to Sally, that I wasn’t a sad sack, depressed hermit anymore.

  “So then, what was with the birthday candles?” she asked me.

  “I happened to have them lying around. A friend brought them over for my last birthday party but we all got too drunk and forgot to use them on the cake. Fuck, we forgot to eat the cake. I know, that’s a shame.”

  “It is. Don’t expect another on your real birthday,” she said.

  “Another cake or another sex session?”

  “I was thinking of the cake,” she said. “But maybe not either?”

  I wasn’t sure if she had meant that I was just a fling she’d quickly forget about, or if she was just joining on my jokes about the cake. Her answer left me no closer to understanding.

  “Oh, it doesn’t matter either way really,” I said, “we likely won’t even know each other by then.”

  “Oh,” she said, flinching a bit.

  I had wanted to test her reaction about it being a fling or a serious arrangement. And I really wanted it to be a fling so I wouldn’t have to deal with any potential mess, but I knew that I really wanted more. I wanted her.

  Apparently, she felt the same. I had no idea she would get this upset by the idea of it not being long term.

  “I’ve gotta go. I’m really busy,” she said, scrambling off of me and looking for her clothes, “I hope you liked b
oth the cake and the sex session. But, like you, I also prefer not to see dates again, so I’d better be going.”

  “Sam,” I said.

  But she was scrambling into her clothes and then quickly headed for the tiny stairwell that led back down to my place. I had to hurry and pull on my own clothes so that I could follow her and let her in. But she wasn’t talking to me, and I knew better than to try harder.

  I had blown it.

  I tried to convince myself that it was for the best. If it was just a fling and we both saw it that way, no one get hurt.

  The only problem was that I didn’t really think for a second that this was how either of us truly felt.

  Chapter Four

  Sally

  It really stung. I really liked Mike and had freely had sex with him. The roof and cake were a bit exotic but still really fun and I was open to trying anything once. Twice in the case of the cake on my boobs.

  I was honestly amazed at how good it felt. It felt like a slap to know he thought of it as a fling. He was obviously some kind of player and I had missed it.

  I usually had a pretty good bullshit detector but he had somehow slipped past. Or maybe he didn't. It was just possible that he did actually like me but didn't want to go any further, which I supposed was fair enough, no matter how much it might hurt.

  I decided right then and there not to think about it.

  That was the plan, anyway. No matter how I tried, I couldn't keep him from coming back into my mind. Particularly how good he had made me feel up on the roof. I loved it so much and felt like we had really connected.

  He did everything just right, including licking my pussy which could be a bit of a challenge, because I was so sensitive, but it hadn't hurt at all. I was just filled with pure pleasure. The more I tried to forget about him, the more thoughts of him would intrude.

  I needed some back up.

  “Hello,” Gia said, as soon as she picked up the phone when I called.

  “Hey, G!” I said.

  “Uh oh,” Gia said.

  “Uh oh, what?” I asked.

  “You only calls me G when shit gets real,” Gia said.

  “Oh, right.”

  “Known you for years, remember?”

  “Yep,” I said.

  “So, what's up?”

  “You know Mike?”

  “Of course, he's one of Reece's best friends.”

  “What do you think of him?” I asked.

  “Not sure, I've always thought he was a bit aloof, why?”

  “I -”

  “You fucked him?”

  “Yeah,” I confessed.

  “Where?”

  “In the mouth and the pussy,” I said.

  “No I mean -”

  “Oh, on the rooftop of his apartment building.”

  “Kinky!”

  “I didn't even tell you about the cake,” I said, blushing.

  “You didn’t.”

  “We did,” I said.

  “Including on your pussy?”

  “And my tits and on his cock,” I said.

  “How was it?”

  “Amazing,” I said, with a sigh.

  “How did that come about?” she asked.

  “It just sort of happened. He ordered a cake, or had his sister actually, so that I didn’t get suspicious, in the hopes that I would deliver it. He had this whole lovely meal set up with Chinese lanterns and the whole bit on the roof and one thing just kind of led to another.”

  “Wasn't it cold out?” Gia asked.

  “Not that I noticed,” I said.

  “Your mind was on other things?” I asked.

  “You could say that,” I said, smiling at the memory.

  “But you’re not sure you want to see him again?” Gia asked.

  “No, the opposite. I want to see him again. More than anything if I'm honest but he seems to think that the whole thing was a fling. Nothing wrong with that, I guess.”

  “Bullshit,” Gia said immediately.

  “What?”

  “You don't really think that is okay. You are feeling really hurt.”

  “How did -”

  “I've been there, babe. Remember when I told you I was pregnant?”

  “Of course.”

  “I was in a similar headspace. It took so long for Reece and me to sort each other out that we nearly missed our chance.”

  “So what are you saying?” I asked.

  “Don't fuck around. If you want to know what is going on ask him. Tell him how your feel and what you want and see what he says.”

  “That's one way to go about it,” I said.

  “It is risky but most direct,” Gia said.

  “How are things going with the pregnancy?” I asked, grasping for a change of subject.

  “Pretty good. My back and boobs hurt most of the time but the hormones are doing wonderful things for my sensitivity and has made sex with Reece even better.”

  “You can still do that?” I asked.

  “For a little while longer, yeah, and so we’re trying to make the most of the time,” Gia said

  “I bet. How many times a day?” I asked.

  “Oh, at least a couple. I’m so glad he is working less and has a lot more time now.”

  “Nice.”

  “Yeah, it is,” she said.

  I was envious of what Gia had with Reece. They really seemed to love each other and by all accounts, had a great sex life. They even had a baby on the way.

  I really wanted what they had but not with Mike. He really didn't seem like husband or daddy material. He was clearly disinterested in all the baby stuff at the baby shower. That was why he had hung out with me in the kitchen.

  I’d thought it was also because he liked me. But obviously he was just trying to get in my pants, never to see me again after that.

  I tried again to forget about him. I had heard that a good way to forget an emotional entanglement was to throw oneself into work. Granted, it was in the play The Cocktail Party by T.S. Eliot, in which nothing ends well for anyone but that didn't mean it couldn't work in principle.

  My plan was turning out pretty well because we were going into the holiday seasons and the orders kept pouring in. Most of them were standard, like the retirement party that wanted a design of an actual gold watch, while others were a bit weirder, like the graduation ceremony for morticians that wanted one of those table length cakes designed like a miniature cemetery, compete with teeny-tiny headstones and mausoleums. I took a picture of that one as a momento before sending it out for delivery.

  I was coming in to start working on a cake I was decorating when I noticed a box on my work table. It was one of those big, white dress boxes, complete with a red bow. I was more scared than surprised, fairly certain I had locked the door the night before.

  Carefully undoing the ribbon, I slowly lifted the lid off the box. Clearing away the blue paper, I found folded neatly in the box an adorable pink New York Ranger's hockey jersey. On it lay a small envelope.

  I picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was an engraved invitation to skybox seat for that night's game, along with a ticket. There was no signature, but I figured it must be from Mike.

  Putting the envelope back on the jersey, I replaced the lid and took the box over the garbage can, tossing it in. Turning on my heel, I set to the work of the day, completely driving all thoughts of the box and Mike from my mind. For about five minutes.

  No matter what I tried. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.

  I retrieved the box from the garbage can, telling myself it was because the jersey was genuinely cute and I was only going to the game to confront Mike and tell him to stop fucking with me. I didn't want to admit it at first but Gia had been right; the direct approach really was best.

  Chapter Five

  Mike

  I had really splurged. That was a subjective idea considering my income bracket but I was really trying to impress. If the booking site offered an add on or a perk, I took it.<
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  I closed the door behind me and sat on the luxurious leather chair in the Lexus level luxury seating and waited for the game to start. I checked my phone to see if Sally had texted before I remembered she didn't actually have my phone number.

  Instead I got on the area's complimentary Wi-Fi and made sure all my stocks were still where they were supposed to be. It was a tick I had developed after my uncle had left me some stocks when I was fourteen.

  All was present and accounted for and I checked my email. There was one there from Ava asking me to call her.

  “What's up?” she asked.

  “I could ask you the same question,” I said. Cynical as I was trying to be at the time, I always had time for my baby sister. The only woman I would admit that I loved, now that our mom was gone.

  “Is she there?” Ava asked.

  “Not yet,” I said.

  “You think she will be?”

  “Hard to tell,” I said, giving away nothing.

  “Do you want her to?” Ava asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “That's an improvement,” she said, still managing to sound non-judgmental.

  “Yeah,” I said, again amazed by her ability to cut to the heart of things.

  “I hope she does,” Ava said.

  “Thanks,” I said, trying my best not to cry.

  “Gotta go,” I said, when the national anthem started up.

  “Let me know how it goes,” Ava said.

  “Will do,” I said.

  I pocketed the phone and took a deep breath waiting for the ice to clear and the players to enter from the locker room.

  “Sorry I'm late.”

  I nearly jumped, not sure she would actually come but there she was, wearing the jersey I had custom made for her. I had seen her size on the tag of her shirt. I had a good memory for such things. I had looked her up online to get her last name to have it printed on the back with her favorite number, seven. Like I said, really trying to impress.

  “It's okay,” I said, going to meet her. The seats were on the aisle so I said, “the seats are down here.”

  “Okay.”

  I took her by the hand and led her down to the seats and she let me without a modicum of protest. I kept hold of her hand and she seemed fine with this despite some initial awkwardness.