by Marci Bolden
Justin had to ruin it, though. Saturday night he announced we were taking some beer out to sit around a bonfire in the backyard.
I would have much rather sat inside and watched a movie with Kate. Or just stared at her like the creep I’d started to feel like around her. I couldn’t help it. Every move she made was sexy and kept me hypnotized.
The fire pit was at the back of the yard, on the other side of the in-ground pool, making it hard to see across the yard and into the house. Even so, with the light on in the kitchen, I occasionally caught a glimpse of Kate through the window. Justin and I were telling stories, laughing at each other’s most embarrassing moments, but I was much more interested in what was going on in the house.
Kate seemed to have disappeared. I hadn’t seen her walk by the window for several minutes, so I told Justin I needed to take a piss and grab another beer. I’d just reached the back door when I heard Kate’s voice. The teasing in her tone caused me to stop.
“The boys are right outside,” she said.
“They’re out by the fire pit,” John said. “They’ll never know. Come on, just let me taste you.”
I stepped to the door and peered in through the screen. Kate was wiping the countertop with a rag while John stood behind her, his face buried in her neck. I swallowed as his hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. He fondled her breasts for a moment before she turned and tilted her face up to him. I inhaled at the look on her face. She was grinning a wickedly seductive grin that let me, and I’m sure John, know her resistance was just a game.
He kissed her, and I clenched my jaw as jealousy swam through me. Damn it, I wanted that to be me.
“One of them could walk in.” She pulled away from him. She glanced over his shoulder toward the door, and I held my breath. For a moment I was certain that she’d seen me, but she looked away.
“That’s what makes it so good.” His hand went between her legs. I knew when he touched her pussy by the way her head fell back and she moaned.
“I don’t care what you say,” he told her, barely loud enough for me to hear. “I know what you like. My sweet little slut.”
I tensed at the word, but Kate let out a sultry laugh that made my dick grow even harder.
“You’re terrible,” she said.
John pulled his hand from her. He pushed her house pants down and lifted her onto the counter in a move so swift I was amazed I managed to see it all happen.
She bit her lip as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She looked toward the door again and then draped her legs over his shoulders. She gripped his hair as he pressed his face between her thighs.
Swallowing hard, I glanced around the corner at the yard I’d come through to make sure Justin was still sitting where I’d left him. Confident I was alone, I reached down and released my cock and stroked it in time with Kate’s moans. Jesus, what I wouldn’t have given to have been the one between her legs.
She leaned back as she held John’s head against her. It only took a few moments before her moans grew deep and she started panting heavily.
“Oh, God.” She moaned. “That feels so good.”
I stroked myself harder as I listened to her come. She cried out with release, and I had to bite my teeth together to stop from moaning with her.
John stood, and Kate reached for his pants. She had his jeans down within a few moments and wrapped her legs around him. She gasped as he thrust his hips forward and entered her. I glanced out to the yard again, confirming Justin was still by the fire, and then turned my attention to the show in the kitchen.
I jacked off as I watched my fantasy unfold. Of course, in my fantasy, I was the one fucking her, but this was good enough for now. I watched John ramming into Kate, her hips gyrating to meet his. She called out—she was coming again. I tightened my hold on my cock as I jerked it, imagining her pussy. With a few more pulls, I was shooting my load into the budding flowerbed just outside the back door.
I was putting my dick away when she let out a sexy laugh and told John that he was a bad boy. He said something I didn’t hear as he helped her off the counter. They pulled up their pants, and he left the kitchen. I watched Kate walk into the half bath off the kitchen. I opened the screen door and went straight to the sink so I could wash the jizz off my hand.
I could smell the scent of sex in the air. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply.
How could she hide so much passion under her calm exterior? If I hadn’t seen and heard her for myself, I’d never believe it was alive within her. A sweet little slut? Yes, it did appear so.
And it made me want her even more.
The next morning, I got up early to spend some one-on-one time with Kate as I had done when I’d stayed over Thanksgiving. I leaned against the counter where she’d been fucked the night before and smirked as I ate cereal. She fixed herself coffee and rambled on about what she planned to cook for Easter dinner.
While we drank coffee and ate breakfast, I listened to her talk and offered to help. She said she was going to take a shower, and as always, I closed my eyes and imagined what she looked like wet and soapy. I set my bowl in the sink and turned to the counter I’d been leaning against. I ran my hand over the tile as I recalled watching her get fucked in that very spot.
Rather than stand in her kitchen and get worked up to the point of jacking off again, I went into the den and started channel-surfing.
Once she reappeared downstairs, I went up to my room. I grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. It was still thick with the humidity from her shower. The stall was still wet with the water that had run over her, and when I felt her towel, it was still damp from her body.
With the door secured behind me, I did what all horny guys do when left alone with a hamper. I lifted the lid and found Kate’s panties bundled up on top. They were black lace with a soft cotton crotch. I lifted them to my face and inhaled her scent.
I could smell her on them, and my cock was instantly hard. I closed my eyes and thought of the sounds she’d made the night before. I pictured John fucking her in the kitchen, except in my mind it was me.
I stripped and turned the shower on to cover the sound of what I was doing. I stepped under the hot water, careful not to get her panties wet. I stroked my dick, gripping hard and tight like I imagined her pussy would feel. While pumping up and down, I held her underwear to my face, smelling her, remembering what she sounded like.
I ground my teeth as I got close, and with my eyes closed and my face buried in the crotch of her dirty underwear, I came hard.
3
As summer neared, Justin and I had to get serious about finding internships. I was offered one in Minneapolis. There was no question where I’d be living. Kate didn’t even ask if I wanted to stay with her when Justin told her the news; she just told him she’d get my room ready. Justin had an internship as well, but his was in Chicago.
While I feigned disappointment for my friend’s sake, the truth was, the only internships I’d applied to were in Minneapolis. I had plans for the summer beyond gaining valuable work experience; I was going to spend some quality time with the object of every fantasy I’d had since meeting her.
The weeks between Easter and the end of the semester flew by, and this time when I arrived at her home, I was alone. It was just Kate and me.
And that fucker John.
When I got there the Saturday after the semester ended, John made it clear he wasn’t happy with the long-term intrusion.
“Have you looked for an apartment?” he asked before gulping from his beer can.
“He’s staying with us.” Kate held a house key out to me. “You’re staying with us.”
“Thanks.” I ignored the way John huffed and stomped away. I carried my shit upstairs and had barely made it to the landing when I heard John yelling.
“He doesn’t need to be here all fucking summer.”
“He’s staying,” Kate returned.
I shook my head and closed my bedroom door so I could u
npack in peace.
That was pretty much how the rest of the weekend went. I started my position on Monday, and when I walked downstairs in my suit, Kate smiled widely.
“Look at you,” she cooed.
“You look like a fag,” John offered.
Kate glared at him, but I just grinned. “I bet he says that about all the boys he thinks are pretty.”
Kate chuckled, and John pushed himself up like he was going to start a fight. I might not have been as big as Justin, but I could take a pissant like John, and he knew it.
“Fuck you.” He left his dishes on the table when he stormed out.
“I don’t think he likes me,” I said to Kate.
“He doesn’t like anybody except the guy at the liquor store. Don’t take it personally.”
“I wasn’t.”
She reached out and straightened my tie. “You look very handsome, Kyle.”
“Thanks.”
“Have a good day. I can’t wait to hear about it tonight.”
I wanted to lean down to kiss her then. She was standing close, dressed in a tight skirt and button-down blouse for work. She looked beautiful, and it felt like, in that moment, the right time to sweep her up against me and taste her mouth.
I didn’t, of course, but the thought did run through my mind. She glanced up at me, held my gaze, and for a moment it seemed like she was thinking it as well. But she cleared her throat and stepped back.
“See you later.” She grabbed her travel mug of coffee off the table and walked out the front door.
I was patting my pockets, verifying that I had my keys, when John reemerged from upstairs. I didn’t look at him. I wasn’t going to let his bullshit ruin my first day, but I should have known he wouldn’t let it go that easily.
“I expect your ass out of here by the end of the week. Got it?”
I smiled. “I’ll leave when Kate asks me to. Got it?”
“Fucking punk,” he said as I left.
I didn’t leave by the end of the week. In fact, I made myself at home. If there was one thing John hated, it was running out of beer. I took it upon myself to drink more beer than I normally would. Twice, I took the last can out of the fridge. I smiled as he ranted and raved and Kate told him to cool it.
A week into my stay with her, I developed a new sense of appreciation for Midwest summer. As much as Kate liked wearing low-cut shirts in the fall and winter, she liked wearing short shorts in the summer. She had the legs and the smooth skin to pull it off too.
My second Saturday there, I woke up late and headed straight for the coffee machine. I looked out the window while my drink was brewing and noticed Kate bent over one of her flower gardens. Her shorts were snug against her ass, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way they clung to her.
I was so intrigued, I didn’t realize John was standing behind me until he shoved my shoulder.
“What you lookin’ at, prick?”
I grabbed my mug, which had finished filling minutes before. “It’s a beautiful day.” I sipped my drink as I stepped around him.
He knew I was checking out Kate, and I knew that would only increase his determination to get me out of her house.
Within the first week, the three of us had a routine. John did his best to be a dick. Kate was overly nice to compensate. And I subtly did my best to piss John off. It was a vicious circle, and I knew eventually it would come to a head.
It didn’t take as long as I expected.
It was my third weekend living with Kate. She and I were in the pool. She was floating on a raft, and I was treading the cool water as we talked about my internship. It was actually completely innocent. Yes, I’d been checking Kate out—she looked hot as hell in the one-piece suit she had on—but I wasn’t openly staring at her.
John stumbled outside drunk, which seemed to be normal for his Saturday afternoon. He sat at the table beside the pool, drinking another beer, and glared at us.
“Ignore him,” Kate said quietly.
“What’s his problem?”
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
“No, seriously. What’s his deal?”
“He doesn’t like that I wear a bathing suit in front of you. It pisses him off. Apparently I’m supposed to swim fully clothed. I think he’s supervising to make sure you control yourself.”
I laughed. Perhaps if she’d known how much control I had and for how long I’d had it, she’d see the humor in that too.
“He doesn’t like that you walk around in swim trunks, either. I think he feels threatened.”
I grew up in Florida, not on the ocean but close enough that I spent a good amount of time surfing and staying in shape so I didn’t look like a slob on the beach. Justin loved working out, so I hit the gym with him a couple times a week, but I wasn’t as ripped as the guys who spent hours lifting weights every day. I was no underwear model, but I was a hell of a lot closer than a lot of guys my age, and I definitely had an edge on John. I had no qualms walking around in just a pair of shorts.
“Don’t you ever get sick of the way he walks around here like he owns you?”
She sighed as she looked out over the yard. “It is starting to wear thin.”
“Whenever you’re ready to kick his ass out, let me know. I’ll be happy to do it for you.”
Kate looked at me and smiled. “Thanks. I may take you up on that sooner than you think.”
Kate and I gave up on relaxing in the pool a few minutes later. There was nothing soothing about having a drunk guy glaring at us. I climbed out first and went upstairs to shower.
When I got out, John was yelling.
“I’m tired of that little shit taking advantage of us.” The refrigerator door shut, and I knew he’d just gotten another drink. “He eats all our damn food, drinks our beer, and sits around here like he owns the damn place.”
“He’s my guest,” Kate said, loud enough for me to hear from the other room. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I own the damn place. This is my house, John. He’s my guest.”
“What the hell does that have to do with him drinking all my fucking beer?”
“I am sick of this shit. That’s my beer. I told him he could drink it.” She stormed out of the kitchen and stopped when she saw me standing in the living room. “Did you hear that?”
“Yup.”
“Jesus. I’m sorry, Kyle. Ignore him. Okay? He’s just in a mood.”
“Sure.”
“I’m going to get dressed.” She pushed by me and went upstairs.
I smiled, thrilled with the way things were going.
“What the hell are you grinning about?” John demanded as he came out of the kitchen.
“Just that you guys are fighting about nothing.”
“Nothing?” he asked. “You think all this shit you’re pulling is nothing?”
“What shit would that be?”
“You think I don’t see the way you look at her?”
I smirked.
“You fucking little bastard.” Before he finished, he’d crossed the room and grabbed me by the front of my shirt.
“Oh my God,” Kate gasped as she came down the stairs, still in her swimsuit and shorts. She hadn’t had enough time to change before John had gone apeshit. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m gonna knock his goddamned teeth outta his head.”
“Try it, you son of a bitch,” I dared.
She was there in an instant, pushing us apart, sliding in front of me to ward off John’s attack.
“Have you lost your mind?” she demanded when he finally released me.
“Man,” I moaned, making a show of straightening out my shirt. “Justin’s right about you. You are a fucking asshole.”
“Fuck him too,” John said angrily.
“Hey,” Kate warned. “That’s my son.”
“He’s an adult now, Kate. Cut the goddamned cord and let him grow up.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine the fury. She and Justi
n were tight. It’d always been the two of them. Anyone who couldn’t see that was an idiot.
“That’s it.” Her voice was strained. “Get out. Get the hell out of my house.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. That, right there, was the last straw. Get your shit and get out. Now,” she said when he didn’t move.
“You little son of a bitch,” he said through clenched teeth. “You got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?”
“Oh my God, John. Get out!”
“He’s manipulating you, Kate.”
“Go!”
“He’s a fucking little liar.”
She put her hands to his chest and shoved him. “Get out of my house!”
John hesitated for a few seconds before he started for the door. He shouted that he’d get his shit another time. Neither Kate nor I moved until we heard the front door slam shut. As soon it did, she let out a sob, and I turned her to me. Wrapping her in my arms, I pulled her against me and kissed the top of her head.
“It’s okay.” I hid my happiness behind a sympathetic tone. “You’re okay.”
“I’m so sorry.” She sniffed as she pulled back to look up at me. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
Her lip trembled as she put a hand to her head. “No, it’s not. Where the hell did that come from?”
I forced a guilty look to my face as I lowered it. “I never should have moved in, Kate. This is my fault. I’m sorry.”
“No. No, Kyle. This is my fault. He’s a lying, cheating bastard. I never should have let him come back after I kicked him out last year.” She looked at me again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
