by Jamie Knight
I lubed up the butt plug and slid it slowly in, Kora holding her ass open for me as I did. I used my other hand to stimulate her pussy. I kept fingering her after we got the butt plug in place, bringing her to a huge orgasm.
"Fuck my pussy," Kora said.
I understood what she meant, butt plugs often increasing the intensity of vaginal orgasms, even if that was all they were used for with no anal sex to follow. I slid my cock back into her pussy and fucked her at a steady tempo, hands on her hips to hold her still.
Kora reached back as I fucked her, taking the base of the butt plug, moving it around in her asshole as I fucked her pussy. The orgasm was absolutely epic, making Kora collapse into a weak, panting heap.
Stroking the small of her back, I gently worked the butt plug from her well stretched asshole, setting it aside. Picking up the lube, I put a dollop around her asshole, spreading it around and in with my finger.
When she was ready, I lubed up my cock and pushed the head into her ass.
“Now I’m going to fuck your ass, you dirty little slut of mine.”
"Oh, fuck yes!" Kora enthused, raising her head from the couch.
Taking that as definite affirmative consent, I shoved my cock all the way into her tight little asshole, making her scream with delight.
"You like that?"
"Yes!"
"You want me to fuck your little asshole?"
"Yes, fuck my little asshole! Fuck it hard!"
I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her so hard she rose onto her tiptoes and then lowered back down with every thrust, letting out a cry of joy each and every time.
It made me feel really good to give her so much pleasure. I loved her so much and wanted to give her everything. I was past doubting her intentions to fuck. She had more than proven her honesty in that respect.
What still confused me was her tendency to leave as soon as it was over. It was possible that she just wanted my cock and had no interest in me at all. Though that didn't seem likely. Kora had never been that kind of girl. I was frankly surprised she had still been a virgin and twenty-one.
It wasn't as though she wasn't spoiled for choice. Yet it was me she let take both her pussy and ass virginity. With her mouth virginity to boot, if that counted. I thought it did, with her, given the size of my cock compared to her mouth and the fact that she was doing her best to deep throat, something I never would have thought she would be able to do.
I was really proud of her in a weird way. I didn't know if she loved me as much as I loved her but, despite what she might say, I didn't believe she didn't care. She had a lot of talents. Lying wasn't one of them.
Kora came all over the place, making noises that would have made my neighbors concerned for my safety if I'd had any. Grandpa had always been something of a misanthrope, except when it came to family, business and women, and made sure there was a good twenty miles of forest between the mansion and its closest neighboring house.
She peaked and crashed, as was her way. I moved to pull out and she stopped me, like she had done after I had first fucked her in the pussy.
"Please," she begged.
I pushed all the way back in her sweet little ass, bringing a moan and shudder out of Kora.
"Cum in me," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I want you to cum in my ass," she said.
"You sure you can take more?" I asked.
"Yes, please. I need it. Fuck my asshole until you cum!"
The urgency in her voice let me know she was deadly serious. We weren't playing around or playing roles anymore. She needed something from me, and I was damn well going to give it to her.
Giving her a moment to recover, I put some lube onto the shaft of my cock, the head still deep inside her, and pushed the rest of the way in, putting my hand on her back to feel the tremble go up her. It happened every time. She really did love it.
Reaching under her with my free hand, I played with her pussy as I began to move in her. The trembling got more intense and her moans louder as I moved in her, gaining speed with each thrust.
Her pussy got even tighter around my fingers and I knew she was about to cum. I slowed down a bit, wanting us to cum together, her trembling against me as I unloaded my cum into her asshole.
It wasn't long until I got close, increasing the speed of my thrusts, fingering her pussy deeper as I did so. Kora moaned her approval, and it was mere moments before we both came, Kora, convulsing and cursing in a way that would have made my mother call an exorcist as I gave her my cum in her sweet ass.
I stroked her hair as she whimpered against the couch cushions, Kora too tired and spent to resist. Gently holding her ass cheeks with my hands, I slowly slid out of her asshole, massaging it with my thumb to maintain contact. I didn’t want to pull away too quickly and cause her a nasty shock.
When she was relaxed, I collected her dress and underwear, helping her put them on.
"I guess you want to go now," I said, handing over her shoes.
"Yes," she said, taking them.
And there it was. The sting. I respected her decision, knowing she must have her own reasons. I just wished I knew what they were.
Then it might be easier to take, this fuck and run routine already starting to wear a bit thin. I wanted to make her happy but couldn't be sure if that was actually what I was doing.
"Shall I call Sarah?" I asked.
"Please," Kora said, not looking at me.
I got out my phone and dialed the number.
"You don't have to go," I said, as the the phone rang.
"Yes, I do."
"Hey, Sarah? Yeah, another special assignment for you."
"Special assignment?" Kora asked.
"Our code for a job that doesn't involve me being in the car."
"Oh," Kora said, almost sounding disappointed.
"She'll be here in five minutes," I said.
"Great," Kora said, walking unsteadily towards the door.
I followed her to the main doors, just so she didn't get lost on the way.
"Do you need -"
"No, thank you," Kora said quickly, heading out into the night, carrying her shoes, still somewhat unsteady.
I watched as Sarah helped Kora into the back of the limo, not leaving the doorway until the limo had gone.
Closing the door, I went back to the parlour.
I could still smell her.
I saw the butt plug and lube on the floor. I picked them up and returned them to their proper place.
Then I went back down to the parlor and started looking through my record collection. Lou Reed. Perfect. Setting the needle to "Perfect Day," I went to the mini-bar and poured myself a double shot of vodka.
Chapter Fourteen - Kora
The Art of the Bean had been our favorite hangout when we were younger. Kristen would get whatever fancy sounding coffee she had heard about recently. I usually just stuck to hot chocolate with whipped cream.
It was pretty easy to have simple tastes when that was all you could afford. Kristen always offered to pay, of course, and I had always politely refused.
Kristen was already at our favorite table when I arrived, sipping a frothy looking something out of a mug that more looked like a small bowl with a handle. Across from her was a mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream.
"You remembered," I said, sitting down on the hot chocolate side of the table.
"Of course I did; I always remember the important things," she said.
"So, not your bank balance," I said.
"Never," she said.
I took a sip of the hot chocolate, which was ridiculously good. Even better than I had remembered.
"You've got -"
"What?" I asked.
Kristen reached out an wiped a bit of whipped cream off of my nose with her thumb.
"Oh," I said, blushing.
"It's okay," Kristen said, "I don't think anyone saw."
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"Unlike your tearful reunion with Mr. Cuddles," I said, it coming out meaner than I meant.
"I still can't believe he found it. I really thought it was gone. Lost in a move to college when I was eighteen. I cried for about a week."
"Must have meant a lot to you."
"M-my mom gave it to me," Kristen said.
"Oh," I said, feeling like a jerk.
Their mom had died when Kristen was in her last year of high school. Logan had been away at college and was mostly estranged from their dad, so he hadn't been paying attention to messages and hadn’t heard until after the fact. It was Kristen sitting by their mom's bed as she slipped away.
I had heard from a mutual friend, the Parker siblings and I having drifted apart by that point.
"How are things going with you and Logan?" she asked, changing the subject.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on. I saw you two sneaking away at my party. I know my brother and I know you. You didn't what to disturb anyone at my party with your crazy fucking. Which I appreciate, by the way."
"Oh," I said, the warmth returning to my cheeks.
"It's okay, babe, I don't mean to pry or anything."
"It's complicated," I said.
"Ah," Kristen said, with a sly wink.
"No not like that. Not like fuck buddies. Honesty, I think fuck buddies would have a more stable and healthy relationship."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, at least they would know where they stood. With Logan and me, it's all really complex and weird. More hate/love than love/hate. On my end anyway. I have no idea what's going on in that head of his."
"You and me both," Kristen agreed.
"We both seem down to fuck. Almost desperate for it, if I'm honest. Can hardly keep out hands off each other."
"So I noticed."
Ugh. It was always weird talking to her about her brother. I guess that was one of the downfalls of dating your best friend’s brother.
"But then I remember what happened before and it all falls apart. I just start waiting for him to be a jerk again and push me away, so I basically get out before I'm thrown out. I really don't think I could stand that again. Not from him. I-I love him too much. Does that make any sense?"
"In an odd sort of way," Kristen said.
"Exactly, it is all odd. My feelings don't seem to know what to do so I end up wanting to punch him and fuck him, to stay forever and to get away all at the same time."
"You could try S&M. That might help with the first part."
"Did you really just say that?" I asked.
"Sure, why not? Lots of people try it now. I'm not really into it myself but can see how someone else might be. To each their own, right?"
"Right. Though to be honest, and I really hope this isn't, you know, TMI, but I kind of did that without directly telling him I wanted to. I-I told him to hurt me."
"In those exact words?" Kristen asked.
"Yes."
"You literally said 'hurt me'?"
"Yes."
"But he didn't."
"No, he flatly refused. Said he would never hurt me on purpose."
"Yeah, that sounds like my brother," Kristen said, "even when he was deflowering every virgin who said yes, he was still gentle about it and did his best not to hurt them. This is what some of the girls actually told me. Enough that I believed it. I actually got brave and asked him why he did it. A weird question to ask your brother, but I had to know. Was it just a pleasure thing?"
"What did he say?" I asked.
"Something like 'sweet fancy Moses!' He was never really comfortable talking about sex, especially to me. I pressed him though and he said that he wanted to do it before anyone else did, to make sure their first time was good and the girls weren't hurt."
"Really?"
"I'm guessing it was partly a pleasure thing too but yeah and I believed it."
"Has he always had intimacy issues?" I asked.
"I really don't think that's fair."
"Not fair? He threw me out of his room while I was blowing him."
"Yeah, I know," Kristen said, cringing at the memory.
"So, why did you want us together now? You know our past as well as anyone. What exactly has changed to make you think Logan and I could ever work? I mean, you did try to warn me at the time and the whole reason I'd stopped Logan up on the mountain was that I thought you wouldn't approve! I loved you, Kristen, and didn't want you to be mad at me. I also knew you had my best interests at heart and that if you said he was bad for me, I should listen to my best friend. When he threw me out of his room during his college break, I just figured you were right. It feels wrong for you to want us to get together now."
"I-I guess I just feel guilty about ruining things with him when we were teens. I felt like I was standing in the way of your happiness and I want you both to be happy. I was trying to to make up for it,” she said, as if trying to choose her words carefully.
"You didn't ruin anything. Logan and I both made our own choices."
"Which you might not have, were it not for me," she said, and I couldn't really argue.
"I guess," I said, not wanting to make her feel worse than she already did.
"I know it is selfish of me, but I would still like to stay in your life if possible. I understand it isn't meant to be with you and Logan and I won't push it anymore. After I ran into you again as a fluke, I just felt like it was fate’s way of telling me I should try to rectify things between not only you and me, but also between you and Logan…”
“But that’s not your problem,” I told her. “Don’t worry about that.”
“I feel like it is my problem,” she mumbled, but didn’t elaborate.
“Listen, Logan always says you worry about everyone else’s happiness but your own. This is a good time to stop that. I’m fine. It’s not your issue to fix.”
“Okay. So we can stay friends, though?”
"I think I can handle that," I joked.
"I'm glad, I really do, you know love you."
"I know and besides, there seems to be some kind of cosmic, magnetic force pushing Logan and me together now, so we really don't need you for that."
"Oh, good, that's a lot of pressure off of me," Kristen said.
It sounded like a joke, but the look on her face looked serious. So I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
All I could do was hope that Logan and I could work out things between us on our own and that it wouldn’t affect things between Kristen and me. But from past experience, I knew that one of these relationships often affected the other.
Chapter Fifteen - Kora
I didn't really have the money, but I bought a dress anyway. It just seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up. Frilly and bright pink, it was the ugliest vintage prom dress I could find.
I had gotten a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach when the invitation to the high school reunion had arrived. All embossed and official.
High school hadn't really been the best time in my life. Or, at least the good was mixed in with a whole lot of bad and I didn't think I really needed a reminder of those days. Seeing my old friends and how successful they were now.
Then I realized that there was no reason to take it seriously. I had always figured that it was impossible for something to hurt you if you could laugh at it. So I decided to treat it like the joke it was. Pretending I actually gave a shit.
The whole thing was just as garish as I had feared. The school gym was decked out like every prom and high school reunion set for every cheesy movie ever made. Right down to the huge glass punch bowl, invariably spiked, and clusters of balloons.
It was an effort not to laugh out loud. I tried my best to keep it contained.
"Pretty ridiculous, right?"
I turned and hugged Kristen. She had a similar idea to the one I went with and was wearing the same sort of outfit she had had when we were in school. B
oth of us seemed to be going for a motif of absurd nostalgia. Hers a bit more literal and personal than mine.
No one got our little joke, acting surprised that Kristen would dress that way when she had the job that she did, and reacting with tight lipped amusement at my own fashion statement. Which also served as a statement of rebellion. How ironic that they were laughing at me for looking like I was stuck in the past when the only reason most of them had come was to gloat about how far they had come since then.
Neither Kristen nor I had brought dates, deciding it was something only we could really understand. So, on the occasions we actually got the nerve to go out onto the dance floor, neither of us being terribly rhythmically gifted, me being more clumsy and her ganglyness not doing Kristen any favors, we danced together during the slow songs.
It was a sight that caused some raised eyebrows and suggestive elbowing from many of the alleged men in attendance, most of them not having matured one iota since graduation.
"Do you think we should kiss? You know, really sell it?" Kristen joked.
"Nah, they might have a heart attack," I said.
"Good point," she agreed, "punch?"
"I don't think there's any reason to resort to violence," I said, pretending not to have understood what she meant.
"Come on," she said, leading me off the dance floor toward the well stocked refreshment table.
"Yep, the punch is definitely spiked," Kristen said, taking another sip.
"Is that why you are on your fifth cup?" I asked.
"I needed to be sure,the scientific method and all that."
"Right," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Want some?" she asked, pouring out another cup.
"No thanks, I'm good," I said.
"Suit yourself," she said with a shrug, before downing the entire cup of punch in one go.
"I would be interested in a pastel. If you have any with you," I said.
"How do you know about that?"
"I got talking to your lovely Hippie friend at your party. She told me all about them."
"Ah, Lavender, she can be quite - interesting."
"Lavender?" I asked, not sure I heard her right.
"Lavender Moon," Kristen said, taking another swig of punch.