by Jen Luerssen
“You’re not partying with that alien in your belly,” I say and she cradles her tiny bump.
She pouts. “I know, that’s why I need you to come out here and talk to me and Mikey, we’re bored.”
Mikey has an even tinier bump than Lia but she puts her hand on her belly and pouts too. I roll my eyes and make my way around the bar to where all of them are standing. The only one missing is Sebastian.
“Yay! Kitteny-Cats is here!” Lia shouts jumping up and down.
“Li, no jumping,” Javier says to her with a smile and that’s when I notice his forearms and I wipe a little drool from the side of my mouth. Most people have a body part that they show off, mine is my ass. For a short woman, I know my curvy little tush is my best asset (haha). You’d think that my boobs would be, and they are a close second but it’s the butt that stands out. Lia’s whole body and lustrous hair is, damn, she’s a total package, but her hair is killer. Mikey’s eyes are an unreal shade of crystal blue, and Frank’s smoldering look is his ace in the hole. There’s no doubt that Joe is adorable and classically handsome, but I’d say his personality is where he shines and I’ve already mentioned Betsy’s rack. Javier is all over hotness personified, but his forearms are to be worshipped.
I must be staring too long because Lia laughs. “I know, right?” she asks smoothing her hand over one of Javier’s arms. “They get him into all kinds of trouble.”
“Really? What kind of trouble do arms get you in?” I ask, very interested.
He smiles sheepishly and I think I’m in love. “Let’s just say I’ve had some stalking issues and had to throw out a few cease and desists.”
“Half of those were a former professor we had.” Lia shivers and Javier gags.
“Are we discussing the restraining order you have out on Carol?” Sebastian says appearing next to me, placing his hand on my hip. “That woman was a problem for a while.”
“Yeah, I heard she ran off with her acupuncturist to Costa Rica,” Lia says. “There’s a lid for every pot.”
“Fucking nutty ass pot that is now out of the country,” Javier says and we all clink our glasses.
“So, Kit, I see that Sebass here has his hand possessively attached to your hip, you guys doing the horizontal hokey pokey?” Joe asks doing a goofy dance with his hips mostly.
“Oh my god, Joe, what the Frampton is wrong with you?” Lia asks as she smacks the back of his head.
I’m laughing because they are all so fun and their teasing of each other is so obviously based on affection and respect.
“Kit, please ignore our mannerless friend here,” Frank says. “But answer the question, we need the details.”
Joe’s eyes light up, “Are you admitting we are friends?” he asks Frank.
“Not for fucking long, idiot,” Frank says then turn back to me and Sebastian who now has his hand all the way around my waist, pulling me flush to his side. “Spill.”
“Not much to tell, you know we hooked up in Vegas,” I say like it’s obvious. ”We’ve had a few encounters in the past few months, but we’re keeping it casual for now. I’m using him for his oral skills obviously.”
A few of them are standing with their jaws dropped and I’m assuming those are the ones that maybe didn’t hear the Vegas story like Betsy, Javier, and Jen.
“Way to go there, Sebass, slaying the ladies with your tongue is the way to win them over,” Joe says and winks at me.
“He tears it up down there, doesn’t leave it up to just his tongue if you know what I mean?” I waggle my eyebrows and more jaws drop.
Lia and Mikey are laughing, which is the best because they are sober. “Woman, I love you,” Mikey says leaning in and kissing me on the mouth. The arm around me tightens and I feel him move slightly behind me.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers in the shell of my ear.
My face reddens and I want nothing more than to leave here with him, so I turn away from the crowd. I reach up and kiss him lightly on the lips.
“I’m ready.”
***
We half run out to one of the waiting carts. His driving to his house is definitely on the scary side since he’s had a little bit to drink and he’s going quickly. I understand the rush, I’m done with holding back with him and from the look on his face, he’s done waiting for me.
Salty into the Night
Sebastian
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this much. Like, it feels like I might die if I’m not inside her. We stumble into my house, trip up the stairs trying to get to my bedroom but also kissing at the same time. Kit is laughing too which makes me hungrier for her, for her joy, her essence.
Finally, we make it to my room, where I have some of those flickering fake candles I know she loves so much going. What can I say? I was hoping she’d end up with me in here and not the sad home office I set up earlier. Before the party I changed the sheets on the daybed, put some flowers on my desk and put some of the flickery candles there too, knowing she would appreciate the touch.
Instead, here she is, up against my closed door, breathing heavily, my mouth hot against her neck.
“Take all this off,” I say hiking up the skirt of her dress that’s been driving me nuts all night. It’s a dark green velvety dress that hugs her perfectly and is blessedly short. “This dress, I hate it.”
She giggles, “I won’t tell Sig, since he designed it just for me.”
“Probably not the best thing to tell him that it made me want to rip it off you the whole night.”
She laughs again and then I lift her a little and she huffs out a breath and wraps her legs around me. All laughing stops when I hold her with one hand at her back and the other cradling her face.
“If it’s so offensive you should probably get it off immediately,” she challenges.
“I will, but first I want you to know something,” I say swallowing nervously. “This means something to me, I can barely breathe, I want you so badly but I want all of you, not just this.” I squeeze her ass and she grinds into me, my hold on her face soft but sure.
“Same, I want your ass too,” she jokes but I feel the seriousness of her tone. “Literally and figuratively.”
“Okay, so that’s settled,” I whisper and kiss her with purpose and all the fire I have in me. Our tongues tangle in a familiar dance, yet it feels different this time, like we know where we’re going.
Where I’m going right now is to the bed. I carry her keeping our mouths fused. When we get close, I toss her on the bed and she starts giggling again. Sitting up, she pulls her dress the rest of the way up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra so she is lying on my bed in her teeny panties. Her hands go to her perfect tits while she reclines and my hands go to the waistband of her underwear and I slide them off.
“This seems unequal, Salty. Why so formal?” She asks pulling on my tie. I stand and unbutton my shirt and fling it off, then make quick work of my pants and boxers. I stand at the edge of my bed in nothing but a tie and a boner. “This may be my favorite outfit of yours.”
Her small hands reach out and one grabs my tie and the other grabs my dick. “I’ll wear it anytime you want,” I say then lose all ability to speak when she tugs with both hands. I fall forward catching myself with my arms at the sides of her head. Her hand at my erection glides up catching a drop of moisture at the tip then grips me on the down stroke. My mouth dips to hers and I kiss her again, needing full body contact. My body presses her into the bed forcing her to move her hands off my tie and dick to my back and then down to my ass. Her legs wrap around me and I break our kiss.
“I don’t want to wait,” I say as I lean on one arm so I can feel if she’s ready. “You ready?” I ask even though I can feel she is.
“Yes, so ready,” she whispers almost tenderly. I reach over to the nightstand and take a condom from the drawer, slipping it on faster than I thought possible. I bring myself back to my position over her, leaning on my forearms, my mouth at her n
eck.
She somehow works her one hand between us and takes hold of my erection, placing it at her entrance pulling it in so just the head is inside. I’m holding my breath in anticipation yet this feels so good already. Her hand goes back to my ass and in one move she pulls on me and I thrust inside her. Everything stills and I’m taken back two years to the best night of my life up until right now. Why is this one better? Because I’ll get to see her tomorrow and the next day. I slide my mouth up her jaw and take her mouth again slowly, deeply, while I grind into her wet heat.
I want to savor every minute with her, but also want to pound into her so she’ll feel it for a while. Dragging my dick in and out of her slowly with a grind when I bottom out works for about 30 seconds. Then Kit slaps me hard on my ass cheek.
I pull back from our kiss and give her a half smile. “Need something, Chaton?”
Her hips gyrate quickly. “Yes, Salé, I need you to fuck me. Stop messing around.”
I laugh. “As you wish.”
She sighs as I pick up her hips, angling them up. I dig my knees in and start to move her so I’m fucking her faster, but not that much faster. Definitely not fast enough for her liking. I get another slap.
“Salty,” she scolds.
I laugh while I pull out of her and flip her so she’s on her stomach, legs spread. My hand on her lower back stills her then I give her a little slap on her juicy ass.
“Oh,” she exclaims, “that’s better.”
Laughing again, I slide my dick along the crack of her ass then enter her again. My one hand stays at her back and my other reaches under her to massage her clit as she starts to move back against me. I increase the pressure of my hand at her back stilling her so I can really fuck her in earnest. Her humming is muffled by the duvet she’s biting into. I start to feel a tingle in my spine and I know I won’t last much longer.
My hand at her clit moves faster and I lower my other hand so I can put pressure on her ass with my thumb. I’m pretty sure she screams and then I feel her clamping down on me as my thrusts become more and more erratic. Finally, as she is trembling from her own release, mine barrels through me.
I rest lightly on her back, catching my breath before getting up to remove the condom. As I pull out of her body, I kiss down her spine then bite her lightly on the ass cheek. When I return from the bathroom she has moved to the side of the bed, her head resting on a pillow facing me. I climb in next to her and mirror her position.
“I think I really forgot how amazing sex is with you,” she says dreamily. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have waited so long.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I reach over and boop her nose.
“Did you just boop me after sex?” she asks smiling widely.
“Not the right thing?”
She shrugs. “Who cares? I just had two earth shattering orgasms not from my hand or vibrator so que sera sera.”
I chuckle and shift closer to her so I can kiss her if I feel like it. I do feel like it so I lean in and softly brush my lips to hers. “That’s lucky since I wasn’t sure I’d make it long enough for you to get there.”
“I got there.” She smiles and stretches her arms over her head and yawns. “Are you busy next Friday night? My dads want you to come to dinner.”
“They do? They know who I am?” I ask, a little surprised.
She bites her bottom lip. “Oh, they do, there’s not much I keep from them.”
“Of course, I’ll come.” I lean in and kiss her again, resting my hand on her hip. “I’ve heard so much about them, it will be cool to finally meet them.”
“They’re dying to meet you,” she says rubbing her thumb along my bottom lip. “Tell me about Wendy and after Wendy.”
I catch her thumb between my teeth and she giggles. “Ugh, Wendy. You already know some of the story. We were dating for a few years and then got engaged. I was just getting the Monkey underway and was spending a lot of time away from her so she decided to hop on some other guy’s dick so I locked her out. Not very mature but I’m over it.”
“Are you?”
“Over Wendy? Yes, over what she did to me? Mostly. I’ve kept my interactions with women mainly physical since. When I met you in Vegas, I was still in a dark place. That experience with you opened me up to a lot. I felt more like myself again. You say it changed your life and I agree. I’ve never been the same.”
She circles her fingers on my chest and it feels nice. “I’m glad it meant something to you because it did to me too. I’m sorry that Wendy made it hard for you to trust.”
“I trust you,” I say and she leans up to look me in the eye.
“Thank you, Salty,” she says staring at my chin. “I hope you always do.”
“You’re holding back again, what is it?” I ask because the look in her eyes is scaring me.
“It’s something but I promise I’ll share soon.” She tucks her head back into the crook of my neck.
“Okay, I just want to know everything.”
“We have time for everything, despite how old you are,” she teases and I dig my fingers into her side tickling her. “Ah, Salty, noooooooo, no tickling,” she shouts and then rolls on top of me going straight for my underarms with her little fingers.
I react by pushing her up, flipping her to her back and then holding her hands over her head. “Truce,” I say licking up the side of her face.
Her giggling is like a puff of cotton candy, too sweet and light, then it changes to her deep throaty laugh I can’t get enough of. “How do you say truce then lick my face? You’re nasty,” she says thrusting her hips up half-heartedly trying to get free.
“I’m nasty for you, Chaton.” Then I lick her face again.
Salty Snoop
Sebastian
The next morning, I wake to the sound of my shower going and I have delightful deja vu. By the time I decide to hop out of the bed to join Kit, the shower turns off and instead I turn over to face the opposite wall. She quietly steps back into my room and I hear her getting dressed. A tendril of fear winds its way around my heart. Is she sneaking out on me?
I feel her sit on the bed and feel her wet hair against my bare shoulder as she leans over to kiss my cheek. “Stop pretending to be asleep, Salty. I’m not going to ditch you.”
Relief physically sweeps through me and I smile because I’m going to have a hard time keeping anything from her. My arm goes behind her back and I pull her over me in one swoop. “You better not, or I’ll come after you,” I say and nudge her nose with mine. “Where are you going?”
“I’m heading out, it’s Monday,” She says with a shrug.
“When will you be back?” I ask.
“Tonight. I can’t resist one more night in this ridiculous bedroom.” She sweeps her arm around my room and I smile. I love my room but it is pretty ridiculous. Aside from my enormous California King bed with large cushioned headboard, there’s ample space filled with two dressers, a small seating area with two cozy armchairs and then in one corner is a hammock. That’s right, a full-sized hammock anchored securely to hang from the ceiling. Joe calls it my sex swing, but it’s just for relaxing and reading. It sits right next to the wall sized sliding doors I have that lead out to my deck.
There’s also a hammock on the deck next to the hot tub. In the middle is a table with four chairs and a gorgeous view of my side yard which is an old almond tree and then acres of vines. The sun comes up over the hill there and it’s a stunning view. We missed the sunrise, but it’s still pretty.
“Do you have time for coffee on the deck before you go?” I ask running my hand down her arm making her shiver.
She shakes her head. “Tomorrow, I promise.”
My forehead goes to hers. “Can you tell I don’t want you to leave?”
“I can, and I don’t want to either but I have plans.” Her eyes glance to the side and I get up out of the bed, freeing her to leave. “Don’t be angry,” she says hugging me from behind as I grab a shirt and boxers fr
om my dresser.
“I’m not,” I say covering her hands with mine. “I was just hoping you’d be able to spend the day with me and my friends.”
“I do love your friends. Next time, okay?” She kisses me on my back and squeezes my middle.
I step out of her embrace and put clothes on. She waits and when I’m dressed, we head downstairs together. It’s relatively early so Joe and Betsy aren’t up yet. I’ve been so wrapped up with Kit I don’t even know when they got home.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way back,” Kit says gripping my butt then kissing me fully on the mouth. She lets go and walks out the front door. When I see her get in the cart, I get an idea.
I grab my coat, leave Joe a note and head to my garage.
***
I have zero shame right now. My eyes are glued on the back of Kit’s truck about a 1/4-mile ahead as it makes a left a few streets past the square in downtown Sonoma. Since she’s told me her dads live out here, I’m assuming that’s where she’s going. I make note of which street it is and drive past it because she’s stopped at a large home at the end of a cul de sac punching in a code to get in a gate. Crap. I can’t follow her if there’s a gate.
I slowly roll down to the end of the road where her car has disappeared. At this point, I’m at the point of no return. Guilt washes through me. I told Kit last night that I trusted her yet here I am like some stalker.