by Jamie Knight
I still didn't know for sure, but I was almost all the way in before she made a noise. Just the smallest of cries. I stopped instantly and eased off by a couple of inches. Kora relaxed again and seemed contented enough.
Putting a hand on her hip, I started to, very slowly, move inside her. Pumping my cock in and out of her sweet virgin ass. She may have been quiet when I was first entering, but that fell apart almost as soon as I started to pump her asshole. Her stoicism was now giving way to soft grunts and gasps as I fucked her, forging open a new area on the geography of her hot young body.
None of the sounds came out as expressions of pain so I started to fuck her harder, taking hold of her ponytail as I did so. Her sounds turned louder and she started to move along with me, bucking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, pushing herself down further onto my cock taking even more into her ass.
I kept gaining in speed, Kora seeming to be enjoying herself, until I was pounding my huge cock into tight little asshole. She reached down and started fingering her pussy as I fucked her. That was when the screams of ecstasy started.
We came together, Kora actually squirting again, apparently liking anal even more than I had expected. Even with it being her first time.
A shudder sacked her entire body. I stayed in her ass and stroked her belly as she came down, her breathing slowing down to a steady rhythm. Keeping my hand on her hip, I gently worked my way out out of her ass, Kora making a small moan as the head of my cock pulled there.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said, coldly, pulling away.
Kora tried getting up into a sitting position but winced and got back on her side.
"I wouldn't -"
Kora pushed her way to the end of the bed and awkwardly stood up, having to catch herself on the bedpost to keep from going over. I reacted on instinct, taking her by the waist.
"I'm fine!"
I let her go and stepped away.
"I'm going to head home," she said, picking up her dress.
"Would you like to stay the night?" I asked.
"No, I have to go," she said, struggling into her dress, not really able to bend over.
I helped put her dress on, pulling it down to her thighs, which was really as far as it reached on her.
"You can lose my number. We both got what we wanted, it's over, right?"
I couldn't believe what she was saying. She seemed so into it at the time. It wasn't quite like when she said no up on the mountain, but it was pretty close. Worse, in a way.
I had really hoped things might have changed and I might have had a chance at actually having the relationship I had always wanted with Kora but was too messed up at the time to have. I was stupid to have been so optimistic.
Life is rarely even that wonderful and the fates had already given me so many gifts. It was selfish to want more, let alone expect it.
"Okay, yeah, I guess you’re right," I said, "our curiosity is satisfied. It might just be best to end things here and part as friends."
"Yeah, friends," Kora said, thought there was something in her voice that contradicted what she was saying.
Not that she secretly hated me. I had heard that enough times over my life to be able to tell the difference. Especially from women. The slight strain in Kora's voice at that moment implied that she would have liked to be more than friends.
Kora went to the door and left, closing it behind her. A few minutes later she came back, looking a little sheepish.
"I-I can't find my way out. This place is a fucking maze."
"You would also have a long walk back to the main road," I pointed out.
"Yeah," Kora said, not seeming to have thought of that.
"I'll show you to the door and call the night chauffeur to drive you home."
"You don't have to."
"I like to take care of my friends," I said, walking past her and out into the hall.
I took Kora back into the living room and found her shoes near where we had been sitting.
"I-I can't - "
Without a word, I took the shoes back and got down on my knees, slipping on one shoe and then the other, gently lifting each foot by the ankle.
"There," I said, straightening up.
"Thanks," she said, not able to look at me.
I reached out to stroke her cheek.
She knocked my hand away.
"No, please."
"Sorry," I said.
I pulled out my cellphone and asked Sarah to bring the white limo around.
"Right," I said, "putting the phone away."
"Nice knowing ya," Kora said, her heart not really in it.
"Yeah," I said, not meaning it at all.
At least not in the context that she meant.
I opened the front door for her and watched as she went down the stairs, seeming unsure. My conscience got the better of me and I went down to help.
Kora did not object and I helped her down the stairs, the limo arriving just as we got to the bottom. Sarah got out and opened the back door. I helped Kora into the back seat, laying her out on the soft leather. Sarah closed the door.
"Is she -"
"She's fine," I said, "just a bit tired. Look after her, okay? Take her right home, up to her door. I mean right up to her door. Don't leave her until she is inside, you get me?"
"Yes sir," Sarah said.
I gave Sarah a hundred dollar bill.
"For your trouble," I said.
Sarah tried to protest but I would have none of it. Then she thanked me.
After that, Sarah got into the driver's side and started the limo. I watched the taillights until they disappeared into the darkness, confused as fuck about how such a great time could have turned so sour so quickly and without warning.
Chapter Twelve - Kora
I had heard about fugue states before but had never experienced one. There were few things like a grocery store to bring it out. Especially the produce section.
I was trying to pick out the prefect honeydew melon. A mission that, aside from my tryst with Logan, ranked as the most excitement I'd had in months.
"I think you have to smell them."
I turned to see Megan standing beside me. I knew Megan from the spa. She worked as a relief masseuse, a job description which always made me smile.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yup," she said, taking the melon and showing me how.
"I thought that was just cantaloupes," I said.
"Nope. I think they might be related. Anyway, this one is good," Megan said, handing me back the honeydew.
"Thanks," I said, putting it into my basket.
"Hey, you know Kristen Parker, right?" Megan asked.
"Yeah," is all I said, not wanting to go into the complexities of it all.
"I thought so! I'm throwing a surprise party for her birthday tomorrow at her place. You should come."
"How are you getting in?"
"Oh, her brother has a key," Megan said.
"Logan is going to be there?" I asked, my heart sinking.
"Of course! He is her brother, after all."
"Right, of course," I said, trying to save what dignity I had left.
That really wasn't much, after letting Logan take my anal virginity. I couldn't walk straight for a week. Friends had told me about being fucked sideways but I always thought it either referred to the actual position or was meant metaphorically.
I wasn't ashamed that I had let him. I had felt great and I had gotten rid of both of my cherries at once, which had been my goal for a long time now. But what upset me was how much I had loved it and wanted him to do it again.
I hadn’t been ready for that level of desired attachment on my behalf. I had felt dumb for making myself so vulnerable for someone who didn’t want to be in a relationship with me.
"You have her address, right?"
"Um, yeah, of course," I said, not really listenin
g.
"Great! The party is at seven tomorrow night. We are all meeting there at six to get ready."
"I'll be there," I said, forcing a smile.
"Awesome."
And just like that, she was gone, like ninja into the mist. It was weird how some people could do that. Almost as if they had a superpower. Not me. I always seemed to try to slink off awkwardly.
I finished my shopping and loaded the trunk of my car. No sooner did I get the last bag in than an SUV zipped by, splashing me all up the back with water and mud from a puddle made by a surprise spring rain.
The sky had been clear and blue when I left that morning, which is why I hadn't even considered bringing my umbrella. Proving once again what my grandma had always said. April was not to be trusted. Though I had always assumed she had meant April Flannigan, the fallen-away Catholic schoolgirl turned atheist who lived up the street from us.
I took off my splattered jacket and held it over my head as I closed the trunk and leapt into the driver's seat. Once I was safe in the confines of the car, I tossed the jacket
into the back and started up, putting the heater on full blast.
Waiting a few minutes for the car to warm up and the traffic to pass, everyone else apparently also having chosen that exact moment to leave, I turned out of the parking lot and smack into rush hour traffic.
I turned on the radio to distract me while I waited. Some sadist had decided to put on "Maybe This Time" from Cabaret. I was singing along by the end of it, my mascara starting to run. And not just from the rain trickling down from my drenched hair.
The time flew by faster than I thought it might. Twenty-four hours seemed like a lot at the time. I got out of class at four, which gave me exactly two hours to get a gift for Kristen before the appointed time.
Not that the timing was the biggest issue involved with the task. My bank account had never been huge and had gotten rather smaller ever since I had quit the receptionist job and gone back to school to train as a massage therapist. I also had no idea what to get her. I hadn't seen Kristen in years other than the other night, and didn't really know her ever-evolving tastes.
My only clue was the utter lack of change in terms of her home decor. The wine would have to be of a commercial, Australian extraction which should be good enough. The real challenge was going to be the gift. Especially considering the massive collection of friends she had accumulated since our parting. All of whom presumably knew her as well or better than I did.
The wine was easy to get and wasn't as much as I had expected it to cost. The sales assistant had taken pity on me and applied her staff discount. I hadn't planned on telling her the whole story. It just sort of came out when she asked about the occasion.
Well, most of the story did, anyway.
I skipped over a lot of the sex, leaving that mostly to the imagination, but she seemed to get the picture. She looked to be in her mid thirties and had likely had a situation or two like that I her own life.
I put the bottle in the trunk just in case I was pulled over. It was the only way to absolutely prove that I hadn't been drinking while driving, the perfectly intact cork apparently not being proof enough.
I rattled my already sleepy brain, trying to come up with something that I could get Kristen that she would like but that would also be original. I thought of some new sexy underwear.
It certainly would have been a surprise, though I didn't know her size and the really good stuff was well outside my meagre finances. I had looked for some online once just out of curiosity. Just to see. It had been a short-lived experiment.
Then I thought of a new sex toy but figured that someone else would likely thought of that. One of her cool, detached friends with no shame when it came to sex. There seemed to be a lot of it going around.
With a slight pang of shame for a different reason, I did what I used to do in high school when I needed an original, interesting gift that wouldn’t make it so that I would have to eat Ramen for the next month. I went to the thrift store.
I reminded myself of how the pastor from my family’s church had once explained it, that there was a difference between thrifty and cheap. Cheap was having the money and not wanting to spend it.
Thrift was not spending more than required to get what you needed. An approach which had served me well in college and beyond, especially after I dropped out to figure out what I really wanted to do with my life and realized I didn’t have some career with good money. It became something of a habit for me not to pay the full tag price for anything. Though, as I walked the unswept aisles of my very picked-over local thrift store, cheap was exactly how I felt.
I went straight for the jewelry bins. Kristen had been into bling nearly as long as the term had existed, and I really couldn't see that changing with age. Her taste in paintings and dresses certainly hadn't.
A lot of the stuff was really cheap costume jewelry, most of it either aluminum or zinc at its core. There were a few steel prices, particularly in the rings section, but they were a bit more flashy than even Kristen liked.
I was about to give up when I saw it. Near to bottom on the right hand side. A ring with a facet cut, black onyx stone set in sterling silver. It was absolutely beautiful and reminded me a bit of her. Her pale skin and coal black hair.
The price was right, too. The cashier asked if wanted to spend an extra three dollars on a box to put it in. You bet I did! That was a spurge worth going for.
The box had been too small to gift wrap so I put it in my coat pocket, hoping the box would be nice enough of a way to present it to her. I watched the other party goers arrive as I got the wine out of the trunk, feeling oddly out of place.
Most of them had a sense of style that usually only came from having had ridiculous amounts of money for a pretty long time. Many of the pairs of heels clicking down the sidewalk costing more than my car. I locked up and headed in, hoping to hell I wasn't making a huge mistake.
I caught up with the others in the lobby, recognizing them from Whiney's dinner party. One, a pretty, hippie girl with dreadlocks and a kind smile, held the elevator for me. To the chagrin of some of her glamazon counterparts.
"Thanks," I said, squeezing in next to her.
"No worries," she said, smiling serenely.
Except for the hippie girl, the elevator looked like a deputation from the annual redheaded league. I didn't think I had ever seen more gingers in one place. Except maybe on that missionary trip my family took to Ireland with our church’s temperance league when I was ten. I touched my own fire-red ponytail subconsciously.
"You look fine," the hippie girl whispered.
I dropped my hand, doing my best not to blush. It really wasn't a good look with my skin tone.
Hanging my coat by the door, I helped set up, being put on candle duty, the idea being to actually try and use all of the candelabras Kristen had gotten as part of her inheritance from their grandpa. From what I understood from my talks with Logan as well as what Kristen had said during her dinner party, neither of them had gotten money. Not directly.
Logan had gotten controlling shares in the sailing business and the money that went with it. Kristen had gotten the candelabras and a few paintings she had particularly liked.
According to Kristen, the old man still had a fortune he had distributed to various banks around the world, mostly in Switzerland and the Vatican, that the lawyers and accountants were still trying to chase down. He had never liked the system much and she figured it was his way at getting back a them. On the upside, what had been found had already covered most of the estate tax on the house and paintings.
When everything was ready, we all waited in various corners for the surprise factor, and waited for Kristen to come home. According to Megan, Kristen was always home from work at the brokerage firm at exactly seven ten.
How she knew the exact time, short of staking out in front of the building for a week taking note of the time, was anyone's g
uess. However she knew, Megan was right and at exactly ten after seven a key turned in the door and we all got ready to pounce.
I had seen Logan around during the set up. Though he seemed to want to avoid me as much as I was avoiding him and, while I knew he was there, somewhere in the dark, beyond the rack of the many candles, I had no real idea where.
Which suited me just fine. The less I saw of him, the better. Best just to keep my head down and get through the party. I was there for Kristen, after all.
At least that was what my head was saying. My heart and my pussy strongly begged to differ. They knew they were here for additional reasons as well.
"Surprise!" we shouted in a unified voice.
"Sweet fancy Moses!" Kristen shouted, clutching her chest.
"Happy birthday, dumpling," Logan said, emerging from the shadow and kissing Kristen on the cheek.
"Did you plan this?" Kristen asked, almost making it sound like an accusation.
"Megan did," Logan confessed.
"Hey, Kristen," Megan said, waving from her position by one of the bay windows.
"Hey," Kristen said, "You lit them."
"I thought it would be nice to see what they looked like," Logan said.
"They're lovely," Kristen said, casually wiping away a tear.
"Right, who needs a drink?" Logan asked, heading for the bar.
Despite my apprehensions, the party went pretty well. The candelabra idea had worked like a charm and everyone seemed to enjoy the wine I'd brought. Despite the fact that theirs were obviously more expensive and from nations better known for producing high-end vintage.
The time for gifting came and it turned out I had been right about the sex toy, since a girl named Amber was giving Kristen a fancy and expensive looking new model of vibrator. There was even some sexy underwear, courtesy of Megan, who apparently knew Kristen's size. I wondered if she had also stalked Megan’s underwear drawer.
It was my turn next. I approached Megan, box in hand, hoping I hadn't screwed up royally.
“Here you go, old friend,” I said, smiling timidly.
"Wow. Amazing. Where did you get this?" Kristen asked, staring into the polished black onyx.