Over the Fence Box Set

by Aarons, Carrie

  I turn the engine over and thank God when it starts, petting the steering wheel in a silent thank you. I’m out of Sammy’s parking lot so fast that I’m afraid I might have hit a random bystander, but all thoughts go to shit when Kelsey slides her hand into my lap and starts kneading the inside of my thigh.

  I grip the steering wheel until I can’t feel my hands. “Roo, you have to stop.”

  She giggles from the passenger seat. “Isn’t it a little weird to refer to me as a small kangaroo when you’re about to stick your dick in me?”

  I choke. “Jesus, Kels. A little blunt, yeah?”

  “What? That is what we’re doing. And if all goes right, we’re going to get you really good at it before the night ends.”

  My tool gives a jump from where he’s pushing against my still undone zipper. But now that her hands aren’t on me, I have a moment to think straight.

  “Are you sure we should do this?”

  The question hangs in the air while I think about all the things that will go wrong. We have a friendship, a good one. This will surely ruin it. Kelsey doesn’t do relationships. She never has, and I’m not dumb enough to think I can use this as leverage to start one with her. This isn’t going to go anywhere, except possibly my bed or hers a couple of times.

  And the best reason not to do this. She is definitely going to rip my aching heart of my chest and obliterate it.

  “Oh, stop being such a nice guy, Clint. You don’t have to work for this. Believe me, it’s already a sure thing. Sex is fun. Don’t overthink this, just go with the flow.” Kelsey interrupts my thoughts with her number one motto.

  As I pull my car into the gravel driveway of our house, she’s already unbuckling her seat belt. “Okay, your bed or mine?”

  I don’t even give my brain time to process all the horrible ways this will end. I take her advice and try to channel her gypsy ways. “Mine.”

  We’re out of the car in a flash, and I’m silently praying that I know what to do when we reach my room. Should I take it slow, does she like it fast? Will I be able to get her bra off?

  All the sexual experience I have comes from porn and that amounts to about squat. Those people are always half-naked anyway when they start, and it’s always so great and then he’s coming on her face. I’m a fool if I think this will be as easy and successful.

  Kelsey bounds up the front porch stairs and throws open the shabby door to our rundown college house. Good thing none of my housemates are home to hear this.

  I get the door closed and put a steadying hand on the wall. Inhale. Exhale. Okay, I’m ready.

  I turn around and it feels like my lungs have been extracted from my body. Kelsey is undressing in the middle of the living room. The tiny crop top she had on is discarded on the floor, and she’s starting to unbutton her tight black jeans. Her skin is the color of fresh peaches and looks just as juicy and soft. The bangle of bracelets she wears are clanging together as she races to get the garments off her body. She’s so vibrant and alive. I can’t take my eyes off of her.

  “Let me do that.” I don’t know where that came from. I’m usually not that smooth. It surprises her, and I can see earnest heat in her eyes for the first time since we started this. I’ve shocked and excited her. I want to do it again.

  I cross the room to her, my pants sagging as I walk. I almost forgot about my half-open zipper. I would have forgotten completely if I couldn’t feel the draft of air taunting my scolding hot hard-on. I try to put my needs to the back of my head. I know once I’m inside of her I’ll probably last about a half a second. I want to at least make her feel good beforehand. If I’m even capable of that. Again, only material I can reference is porn. Why did I have to be a virgin when Kelsey let me into her pants?

  We stand entwined in the middle of our rank living room. I scale my hands up and down her petite, curvy back, feeling her creamy skin under my rough fingers. She laps at my tongue and bites at my lips. I can feel her getting antsy, wanting to speed this up. And while it feels good, and my cock and I are more than into it, I know it’s probably what she’s used to.

  I step back and drop my arms from her, hating that I need to lose contact with all of that milky flesh. “Slow down.”

  I take her hands in mine and start to walk backward toward my bedroom. “I want to take my time with you.”

  Kelsey smiles but her eyes go wide. I’ve surprised her again. I think she likes this intimate, almost dirty way of talking. I’m determined to keep shocking her in whatever way I can. It might be the only thing I have going for me.

  I turn my bedside lamp on but keep the overhead lights off as we enter my room. My king-size bed is one of the only pieces of furniture in the room, outfitted with a plain white down comforter. My desk has books and papers stacked neatly on its top, the hamper in the corner is half-full but doesn’t smell too bad. The closet doors are closed, but inside I know my plain T-shirts and baseball uniforms are all hung in an orderly fashion. The only piece of artwork or personal clutter is a picture sitting on the desk of my parents on their wedding day. They both look young, vibrant, and alive. Healthy and happy.

  People take for granted their own space, their own room. They live like pigs because it’s just another place to them. It’s not to me.

  Now that we’re in here, I suddenly get shy and anxious. The old fears come back, about what if I’m bad at this or bad at that.

  But, of course, Kelsey being Kelsey, she doesn’t allow me time for that.

  Her feisty hands push me back onto the mattress where I land with a soft thud on my back. My jeans slide a bit farther down my legs, and they’re now hanging just above my extremely hard dick. If she pulls on them a little more, I’ll spring free in all of my hard, virgin glory. The thought makes me dizzy with lust.

  And then she’s crawling up me, her small frame scaling my large one. When she comes to rest on me in exactly the way I need and want—straddling me and grinding down so I can almost feel the wet heat trapped beneath the jeans she still wears—I let out a growl. Even if she just let me sit like this all night I would be in heaven.

  I palm her back, almost filling the entire expanse of skin with just my one hand. If I didn’t know just how much of a spitfire she is, I’d be almost afraid I’ll break her.

  Fisting my other hand in Kelsey’s short silky tendrils, I pull her face down to me and capture her lips, plucking them with my own. She starts bucking against me as we get more frantic in our make out. Each time she presses down on that certain spot on the head of my dick, covered by my plaid boxers, I see stars in front of my closed lids.

  I wait until she’s moaning into my mouth to make my attempt at getting her bra off. I move my hands slowly, almost rubbing her back in the process, and try to access the wiring situation stealthily.

  After trying to mentally examine this contortionist trap with my fingers, I think I’ve got it figured out. I tug on one side while trying to lift the other, and just end up pulling at the stretchy fabric. Shit. I go in for the second try and only succeed at pulling Kelsey almost completely to one side of my body.

  She stops sucking at that amazing, tingly spot on my neck to sit up on her elbows and hit me with a questioning glare.

  “When you say you’re a virgin … you mean to tell me, you’re like an all-the-way virgin?”

  My cheeks flood with embarrassment. She must recognize the purple blush creeping its way into my face because she backtracks, not giving me time to answer. “Okay. That’s fine. Um … great. Just means I get to have a little more fun with you.”

  She puts on a wicked smile and starts sliding down the bed to where my feet rest at the bottom. I gulp, trying to gather all the air I can into my lungs because I know that after this, I won’t be able to.

  “Let’s see if we can’t round a couple bases, huh?” Kelsey tugs my pants off, throwing them behind her tempting, pixie body. She runs her hands up my calves, and I feel the sizzle of need grip me by the balls. I couldn’t be harder right now i
f she popped seventeen Viagra in my mouth.

  “Kels …” I choke as she toys with the hem on my boxers, tickling the sensitive part of my thighs.

  “Yes?” That wicked smile is still firmly in place as she reaches behind her back. “Let’s give you a nice view from up there.”

  She slinks her black bra off from where it nestles her breasts. I have to groan and bite the insides of my cheek as she throws it behind her, sitting up just enough so I can get the full effect of her absolutely perfect rack.

  Her tits are small, but round and firm, almost a handful each. They’re creamy like whipped butter, just like the rest of her skin. They’re tipped with the rosiest buds, I want to cover them with my lips and tongue until she screams my name. My dick twitches so hard it’s like he wants to jump up and nestle in between that milky valley for the next three months.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I search her whole body, roaming my eyes over and over again trying to brand this image of her kneeling before me, topless, into my brain.

  “Thanks. If I’m guessing correctly at what I’m about to find under there, I think I might have to return the compliment.” She winks at me. God, she’s sassy. Why did I think that would disappear when we got naked? It only turns me on more.

  Before I look my fill of those perfect breasts, she has my boxers off. My cock springs free, the head so swollen that when the air hits it, I have to grit my teeth until I feel like I’ve chipped a molar to keep from coming.

  I watch Kelsey watch my cock bob against my abs, and I think I might pass out. Her hazel eyes are saucer-wide, the smile on her face a mix of playful and astonished.

  “I knew everything about you would be big.”

  These are the last words she says before she takes me in her hand and wraps her full red lips around the tip of my cock. And then I think I die.

  Seriously, I might as well be having a heart attack. The organ that pumps the blood through my chests has ceased, the air drains out of my lungs. My eyes ignite like someone plugged them with dynamite, all I see are bursts of light and Kelsey. Every sensation and feeling leaves my body, save for the appendage she currently has in her mouth.

  I feel like I’m watching her go down on me from outside my body. The pleasure, this feeling, it’s just too good. My body can’t handle it.

  Kelsey moves her lips a fraction of an inch and I feel a wave of hot, spine-tingling sensation roll up my body. It stings at the base of my neck and if I wasn’t lying on the bed, helpless to her touch, my knees would be so weak that I’d crumble to the floor.

  I must make some noise, a growl at the back of my throat, because she looks up and smiles. And then blows gently on my engorged head. I feel like I might cry or explode or die. Her hand pumps up and down slowly, and she bows down again to move her mouth in time with her strokes.

  When she reaches down to cup my balls, rolling them around in her fingers, I break. “Kelsey …”

  My voice is a pathetic groan. She has to stop, I’m about two seconds from emptying myself into her mouth, and this can’t be over yet.

  I cup her jaw and pull it up, not harshly but just enough so that she knows what she is doing to me. “You’re going to end this before I can even …”

  She smiles again, that mischievous grin. “Before you can what? Get inside of me? Hand over your V-card?”

  She crawls back up my body and begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. “By all means, take control. Show me what you got, big boy.” And with that, she rolls off of me and onto her back next to me.

  Kelsey’s flat on her back, her legs spread in a butterfly position, her black jeans straining as she lies that way. Her pillowy soft breasts fall to the sides of her body, making me appreciate just how goddamn beautiful she is. Her nipples are so hard, painfully so, that all I want to do is bend my head down and ease their tension. I don’t know where to start.

  I sit up, shrugging my shirt off and throwing it off the bed below me. “Well … I guess if I’m naked you should be too.”

  God, nice try at dirty talk, Clint. I sounded awkward as fuck.

  “Let’s see if you can get these off easier than the bra.” Kelsey chuckles, and I don’t feel as embarrassed. If she’s teasing me, it must mean she’s still having some fun.

  My fingers reach for her button and zipper, and I get those off easy enough. It’s when I go to slide them down her legs that we have a problem. Chicks insist on wearing these skin-tight pants, and I do love them, but how the hell am I supposed to take them off her? She must have used oil and grease to get into them. Plus, as I inch them down, I’m introduced to a whole new vast expanse of Kelsey’s skin. Which is very distracting.

  Once I manage to pry those off, I’m treated to the most magnificent site I’ve ever seen. The first girl who has ever been naked, in my bed, and not on a computer screen. But, it wouldn’t have mattered if I slept with a hundred girls before this. The fact that it’s Kelsey is what makes it fucking glorious. No one can ever measure up to her beauty, her flawlessness.

  She lies before me completely open and naked. It figures my little hippie would be wearing no panties under there. My cock seizes up and almost dies when he sees that. Her skin is only a few shades darker than the comforter. She’s warm milk ready for my drinking. Her copper hair spreads out every which way on the white pillowcase. She looks like an angel with a halo full of shiny pennies.

  And that face. It’s just so fitting of everything that Kelsey is. Her features resemble a wild fox, a minx. She’s wild with a take-no-prisoners attitude. But her face is also surprisingly soft. With those big, vulnerable eyes that glint like tawny diamonds. And her round, ripe mouth.

  I zero in on that mouth, dragging my bare body on top of hers. All of this skin-to-skin contact sends my brain into overdrive. I start to rub against Kelsey and mash my lips into hers. I trail my fingers down her sides and whisk them across her taut belly. Her hips draw inward and then flare out, like those old-fashioned coke bottles you always compare hot girls to. Yeah, there is no doubt that Kelsey is smokin’ hot.

  I try to distract her with kisses as I go in for the kill. This is what worries me. Makes me want to throw up. Fingering her. Jesus, I am basically fifteen-years-old right now.

  I don’t want to hurt her. I want to make her feel good. And all I have to compare this too, the only education I’ve gotten before this—yep, you guessed it—porn.

  Trailing my palm over the mound at the center of her legs, I tentatively stroke my fingers over the area without pushing them inside. Her hot slickness coats my fingers. Fuck. So that’s what every guy brags about. It makes my chest swell with pride to know I am the one making her wet.

  Okay, I can do this. I slowly push my right pointer finger inside her wet slit and immediately regret the decision. Kelsey moans, the first orgasmic sound she’s made. I have to bite my tongue and feel the pain skitter through my nerves to keep from blowing my load on the comforter. The second thing that happens is her wet, tight heat suctioning around that one finger.

  I have to breathe slowly in and out of my nose. If that’s what just one finger feels like … shit. Putting my dick in there will probably kill me.

  Moving my lips to her neck, I mimic what Kelsey had been doing to my neck before she went down on me. I have to stop thinking about that or, again, load on comforter. I start pumping that one finger in and out of her, and then added another. Her moaning indicates what feels good, so I speed my finger-fucking up. I plow into her wetness over and over again until she yelps.

  “Clint, stop!”

  I immediately pull my hand away and fly up on my haunches. “What’s wrong?”

  Kelsey’s lips tilt up, letting me know she isn’t that hurt. “Slow down. No offense, but you’re jack-hammering away in there like you’re searching for your missing pot of gold. She’s sensitive. You have to warm her up.”

  She spreads her legs and reaches a hand down between them, parting the folds of her pussy. Fuck. I have to bite my knuckles to send more
pain signals to my brain. She circles her three fingers around the swollen nub above the slit, massaging it with the wetness oozing out of her. I study the motions like this is the final and I need to pass the class. Kelsey masturbating in front of me is so hot and raw, the gods somewhere must be testing me.

  “Teach me.”

  Kelsey’s eyes have glazed over as her mouth tips up. “Well, that depends. Are you ready to go down south?”

  I stare at her, not getting it. She motions her eyes down a couple of times. “Oh … you mean like down, down.”

  She nods, not stopping her ministrations down below. I know in that instant that I have to taste her.

  “Um, hell yes.” I say this as I slide to my stomach, planting my face inches away from the caramel center between her thighs.

  “Woah, boy. Not so fast. You need to learn the art of foreplay.” She pushes up to rest on her elbows. Like a bossy teacher. We’ll save that fantasy for next time. If there is a next time. “First, kiss your way gently up each thigh. Suck, nibble, whatever you want. Tease me. Get me appropriately excited.”

  Her eyes flash with the challenge she’s just instituted. I wrap my arms under both of her legs, sliding myself closer. My dick brushed along the soft fabric underneath my body, and I have to roll my shoulders to stave off my impending climax. This is about Kelsey.

  Following her instructions, I move my mouth over her soft, velvety thighs. I absorb her scent mixed with a hint of the citrus lotion she put on this morning. I kiss a path up each thigh and repeated the process again.

  “Just like that …” I hear Kelsey murmur from up above me. A soft thud sounds, and I know she’s flopped onto her back to enjoy what my tongue is doing to her.

  Figuring I am safe to proceed, I blow on the red button between her thighs just like she’d blown on the tip of my cock. She half-laughs, half-moans. I want to record that sound on my phone and play it to myself all day.

  Getting cocky now, I go in for the target. I move my mouth closer to her core and begin lapping slowly at her juices. She tastes like wild honey just harvested from the hive. She is natural and raw and oh so good. And the sounds she’s making? I could do this for days.