by Jamie Knight
I unconsciously touched my side, the scars seeming to burn at the memory. The pain returned to my mind as though the wounds were still fresh and not four years healed. Like the ones on my heart from what happened with us all.
Near as I could figure, this was meant to be some kind of peace offering on Kristen’s behalf. She hadn't been wrong, wanting to keep Kora away from me. Even if it was partly a selfish need on her part.
She was always pretty protective of Kora and their friendship, earning a few scars herself over the years, only from much better motivations and reasons. Kristen's were almost badges of honor. The red badge of courage as they used to say in the army movies. Fact was, times were hard when we were younger, and we all did things that we regretted.
"Get out there and mingle," Kristen said, pushing me gently from behind. “Go see her.”
I went over to the table, doing my best to hide the hard-on forming in my pants, half hoping Kora wouldn't notice and the other half hoping that she would and would know it was because of her.
There were only two places left and Kristen had already claimed the one at the head of the table. I pulled out the chair beside Kora before sitting down next to her, cursing the fates and my luck.
"You look familiar," I said, pretending to just notice her.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, you look just like a girl I knew in high school. Well, not exactly. You look more mature. She was only 16 at the time."
"Ran off, did she?"
"I'll never stop looking," I said.
"How romantic," she said, picking up her wine glass.
"I have my moments," I said with a shrug.
"Or maybe she was trying to get away from you," Kora said.
"True. Then again, some kids want to run away and join the circus," I said.
"What would her act be?" Kora asked.
"Likely a knife throwing act."
"Oh, skilled, was she?"
"Certainly. I mean, she stabbed me in the heart," I said.
"I don't think that's the idea of a knife throwing act," Kora said.
"Could start a new trend," I said.
"She sounds hip," Kora said.
"Oh, she was. In more ways than one," I said with a wink.
"Dangerous curves?"
"Absolutely deadly," I said, looking her in the eyes.
She looked down, blushing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kristen wink.
Her smile told me she thought her cunning plan had worked.
I wasn't so sure.
I definitely couldn't get over this woman but wasn't sure what to do now that I had seen her again. Something I'd never thought would happen.
Fuck.
Now what?
Chapter Five- Kora
Kristen’s place was nicer than I remembered. I'd only been there a few times. Before things blew apart entirely.
I think she had updated the décor. But there was still an odd feeling of familiarity. Like nothing had changed since the last time I was there.
I sort of hoped that was true. That maybe Kristen and I could pick up where we had left off like nothing had happened. Not very likely, I knew but it was a nice idea.
I couldn't see Kristen anywhere at the table. Just people I didn't know and lots of wine. I found one of the last available seats and claimed it. There was an empty one next to it and I started wondering if someone was going to arrive even later than I had.
I had been nervous to come but had finally made myself.
Better later than never, I supposed.
"I'm Lara," said the girl next to me as I sat down, holding out her hand.
"I'm Kora," I said, shaking her hand.
Then I heard a voice I could have sworn was Logan's and turned so fast I nearly fell over. Lust and hate collided in my head I couldn't decide whether I wanted to punch him or fuck him. Probably one and then the other, if I was being honest. I wasn't usually into the kinky stuff but that was just the response he brought out of me.
I went more towards fucking him when I saw his huge cock hard in his pants. I just knew it was because of me. Then he came out with that opening line about me looking like someone he used to know.
My surprise at seeing him again first turned to anger at Kristen for setting me up. Though, to be fair, I didn't ask, and I could have and really I should have. I even should have assumed that she might have invited him.
From what I knew, Kristen and Logan had always been really close. Even during the nastiness that happened back in high school, she had always seemed more concerned about him than mad.
She couldn't really be blamed for doing something she thought was nice for two people that she loved. I could have sworn I saw her winking at us when she saw we were talking. Blissfully unaware that the whole thing had a good chance of devolving to a gun fight at the O.K. Corral.
Things went surprisingly well for the rest of the night, though, the barbs kept to a minimum, and always mixed in with gentle flirtations. Some girls might have taken it as a back-handed compliment but I had encountered the type enough times since to know what was going on.
He was still acting like an arrogant ass, but a flirtatious one, and I got the feeling that Logan was as conflicted as me.
Was it possible that he had changed over the years?
I was a bit suspicious, once bitten and all that, but still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Listen, I have to get going. I have an early shift at work tomorrow,” I suddenly announced, sick of trying to figure this whole thing out, and just wanting the peace and quiet of my own bedroom. “Thanks for inviting me, Kristen. It was nice to meet you, everyone.”
“Hey, you can’t leave without giving me your number,” Logan protested.
I looked at him, considering.
And then I made a decision on impulse, because I didn’t want to regret not doing it.
“I should know better than to do this. But here is my number."
I pulled out a receipt from my purse from a gas station— for gum and a brush, since I had been in a hurry to get here, which was a little embarrassing, but oh well— and scribbled my number down on it. I always carried a pen, just in case. Another habit I picked up from my dear old dad, who was nerdy like that.
"Thanks," he said, seeming surprised.
And I was still surprised at myself too.
Ripping off a piece of the receipt and gesturing to borrow my pen, he wrote out his own number and gave me the tiny paper. Telling myself it was no big deal, when really I knew it was, I folded it and put it in my purse before heading out.
I didn't really have the money for an Uber but I had drank far too much wine to be able to drive home and the bus hours were awful. They wouldn’t get me home for at least an hour, and I was in a hurry to jump under my bedspread and analyze tonight’s events. That was my idea of a fun Friday night.
"Sixth and Pike," I said, as I got in the back of the car that came to pick me up.
My Uber ride pulled away from the curb and I sat back on the faux-leather seat, trying to stop my head from swimming. It wasn't just the alcohol making me dizzy. I pinched myself experimentally. Still awake.
I had really just walked into a dinner party and seen both Kristen and Logan for the first time in years. And it hadn't even gone horribly. Take that, Murphy's Law!
I reached into my pocket and took out his number. After a moment's hesitation to tell that little voice in my head to shut the fuck up, I took out my phone to enter his number into it.
Then I saw that he had already texted me.
Did you have to run off for late-night knife-throwing practice?
Smiling, I texted back, That was fast!
Couldn’t resist.
Careful, or you’ll look desperate.
I could look like a lot of worse descriptors than that. Where are you?
In an Uber. You?
Back of a limo.
Really?
Yeah.
I guess.
I forgot, you're rich, right?
Now, yeah, it was my family that was rich before the trust fund kicked in.
Living on the diamond studded razor's edge.
Exactly.
Shit.
What?
Did your dad die?
My grandpa. I went from a millionaire to a billionaire overnight.
Serious?
As a firing squad.
Wow, that is serious. Sorry.
About being a billionaire?
No, about your grandpa.
Right, thanks.
Was it penny stocks?
Heart attack.
No, I meant the billions that you got out of nowhere.
Sailing tours and selling sailboats. He owned the company; now I get his shares.
Oh, good, much less evil.
We like to think so.
Is your seat real leather?
Oh yes.
Lucky. Mine’s not.
It's okay. A bit slippery though.
Poor baby.
And sticky.
Sticky?
Yeah.
I'd never noticed.
Only when I'm not wearing pants.
I see. Does that come up often?
Not so much anymore.
They have pills for that, you know.
Oh, that's not really a problem.
So I noticed. ;P
You saw that, huh?
Hard to miss. Was that from me?
Of course.
One should never assume.
Sorry.
Don't be.
"Sixth and Pike," the driver announced from the front seat.
I turned off my phone and got out of the cab.
Chapter Six- Logan
The limo dropped me off at my door, its driver going to park in the lot before heading to his quarters. That's what he did every night when he dropped me off. I had the surveillance footage to prove it.
I knew it was paranoid but at least I knew it. It was the people who had no idea that they were paranoid who tended to get into trouble.
I got through the door quickly, closing it with my heel, unzipping my pants before it had clicked shut, releasing my my huge, aching cock. I had been hard since I saw Kora at the table.
There was something about her that just made me want her, even when she wasn't there. The thought of her was enough.
I went over to the leather couch, taking my pants all the way off as I went, my cock standing rigid, sticking out of the fly of my $85 boxer shorts. I lay out on the couch, not having to care who was around to see. One of the few perks of living alone.
I didn’t need to look at porn to relieve myself of this aching hard-on. There was really only one woman in the world who I wanted. I closed my eyes. I could almost feel the warmth of the fire. Smell the wood burning.
I could see in Kora's eyes that she wanted to kiss. There were signals. Sometimes they got crossed but hers were loud and clear. I could almost smell her excitement.
In my mind, like in my memory, we kissed softly. I knew she was a virgin and didn't want to shock her. I didn't know how far she had gone before.
We kissed with greater passion, Kora putting her tongue in my mouth. If she hadn't kissed before, she was a real natural. She got on top of me then, straddling my lap, grinding herself against my hard cock.
She pulled off her shirt and I buried my face in her beautiful tits, before gently sucking one nipple, then the other.
I could feel the warmth of her pussy through our jeans as we dry humped.
I took her firmly and laid her out on her back by the fire.
I kissed her more and continued massaging her tits, sliding a hand down her supple belly to her belt. Keeping a hand on her tit, I opened my own zipper and pressed the head of my cock against her sweet mouth.
She opened her mouth like a good girl, and I slid in the head of my cock, not wanting to give her too much at once. She closed her soft, wet lips around my aching cock and did her very best at sucking me off. I put a hand on her head to guide her so she wouldn't hurt herself.
I stopped her just before I came. I picked myself up, opening her pants and sliding a hand into her panties, Kora’s whole body rising a bit as I touched her tender, wet pussy. I massaged her gently, watching her squirm and listening to her moan as she got her first taste of direct contact from another person.
When she was ready, I slid a finger inside her tender pink folds and worked her little clit, making her nearly convulse with pleasure. I imagined fingering her until she came, kissing lovingly to muffle her screams of ecstasy.
In my mind, Kora collapsed, breaking hard. I massaged the outside of her pussy as she came down. Recovering her senses, Kora pushed down her jeans and panties with a speed and earnestness that bordered on desperation.
I imagined freeing her of her garments, Kora spreading her legs wide, offering her sweet womanhood up to me to do as I wanted with it. Taking her firmly by the hips, I dropped my head between her thighs and got my first taste of her delicious pussy, giving her long, soft licks, slowly gaining in speed until I was lapping and sucking on her full force, both of her hands on my head urging me on.
I licked her to a huge, body quaking orgasm, stroking her belly as the trembling subsided. I imagined putting two fingers inside her tight pussy to see if she was ready for my cock. They both slid in easily, all the way up to the third knuckle.
Fingering her to another orgasm, I kept my fingers inside her as I took down my jeans and got on top of her. In my mind, it was Kora herself who took hold of my cock, giving it a few gentle strokes before slipping the head into her luscious little pussy.
I imagined her holding onto me, wrapping her legs around my back as I pushed slowly in. Gently kissing to muffle her cries as my huge cock popped her little cherry, pushing all the way in.
Giving her a moment, I saw myself begin to fuck her in slow shallow thrusts. Kora was breathing heavily, letting out the occasional moan, but not crying out. No pain was showing on her face or in the sounds she made as I fucked her, gradually building up speed until I was pounding her, Kora moving right along with me.
I had always been drawn to her ass and imagined myself turning Kora onto her belly, her ass and pussy fully presented to me. I massaged her ass gently, occasionally taking a handful and squeezing.
Showing her how good it could feel.
Making her gasp with joy as much as surprise at the new-found pleasures.
I slipped my fingers into her pussy and rotated my thumb lightly around her asshole. I made her cum quickly, the speed and intensity of her orgasm only magnified by the anal stimulation.
I then imagined myself with my hands on either side, stretching her asshole as I licked her sweet pussy, making her push back against my tongue, wanting more. I imagined licking her slowly up her pussy and over her asshole as I stroked myself even harder, cupping my balls with my other hand.
I imagined burying my face in her big, creamy ass, getting her ready to be pounded by cock, Kora bucking and moaning as I pleasured her. When she was ready, I pictured myself pressing the head of my cock against her open asshole.
"Ready?" I heard myself ask.
"Yes, please, fuck my ass," she begged, edging on desperation.
I imagined pushing the head of my cock into her ass and her jumping and yelping but not pulling away. Instead, she pushed back slightly. Helping as I pushed in deeper.
I pushed all the way into her asshole, barely fitting in, feeling her squeeze my huge cock as I moved inside her. Taking her hard by the hips to keep her still, I imagined fucking her sweet little asshole. Feeling her warm tightness as I moved in and out. Hearing her breath quicken as I also took her anal virginity after I had taken her pussy virginity.
Now, in real life, I came hard, imagining coming in her curvy ass, Kora shrieking and shaking as she orgasmed, and I filled her sweet, tight little asshole with my hot, white cum.
The orgasm faded, as they always did, and reality set in again. It was all bullshit. Of course it was. It hadn't been like that. Not really.
Chapter Seven- Logan
True, back then, Kora had basically thrown herself at me, but I had barely gotten my hand on her pussy before she had said no. That was the truth of it.
She had said no, and we had stopped. Right there. I may have been a lot of things, but I wasn't a monster. There was no way I would take someone who didn’t want to be taken. Especially not someone I liked.
There had actually been an incident like that with one of my friends, when a girl had said no, and he didn't stop, that got me out of that whole scene. The prosecutor wanted me to testify but I hadn’t seen anything. Even if I had, I might have been too scared. Of what they might do to me or to Kristen.
The woman’s rape allegation showed me what my so-called friends were really capable of. I knew they were bad, but I didn't really understand how far it went.
I had asked Kristen why she thought Kora might have said no. It felt a bit weird asking my little sister about such a thing, but she had known Kora better than anyone. I also thought she might have a bit more insight into the female psyche, being one herself and all.
"She's just not into you," Kristen had said.
"What?" I asked, feeling like a knife was twisting in my heart.