by Marci Bolden
I had to pull a pillow over my lap to hide my hard-on when I sat back with my plate. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw her smirk as she reached for her beer.
I didn’t know what the movie was about. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus on it. Every time Kate shifted on the sofa next to me, my attention turned in her direction. It was hell.
After a while, I realized she hadn’t moved for a while and looked over at her. She was curled in a little ball on her side, her head resting on her arm, asleep. I watched her for a long time. Her breasts moved slowly as she breathed, her lips parted slightly. I wanted to scoop her into my arms, carry her upstairs, and ease her into bed. I imagined slowly kissing her until she begged me to make love to her.
After indulging in that fantasy through the rest of the movie, I turned off the television and carried our trash and dishes to the kitchen. When I returned to the den she was still curled up, so I knelt in front of her. The way she was lying, her tits were pushed together, nearly bursting out of the low neckline of her tank top. I felt that familiar stirring in my pants as I resisted the urge to bury my face in her cleavage.
It was disappointing, really. Her nipples were erect and practically demanding I pay attention to them. Instead, I put my hand to her shoulder and gently rubbed it.
“Kate.” She didn’t move, so I shook her slightly. “Hey, Kate.”
Her eyes opened slightly, and she drew a deep breath, which caused the neckline of her tank top to slide down a bit more. Goddamn it. I had to clench my teeth together to stop myself from bending down and nibbling her nipple through the thin material.
“Shit,” she breathed, blinking her eyes as she woke.
“You passed out.”
She moaned. “How was the movie?”
“Terrible.”
“Obviously.” She stretched her legs and arched her back.
My gaze skimmed over her. The need to touch her was undeniable, and I had to stand up and take a step back before I did something I was fairly certain I would regret. But that didn’t stop my eyes from looking over her.
“Uh, do you, uh…want a blanket?” I asked.
“No.” She sighed and relaxed against the sofa. She looked up at me with sleepy-looking eyes and held her hand out. “Help me up?”
I took her hand in mine before I could even think about what a bad idea it was. As I pulled her up to sit, I reached my other arm around her and hugged her to me so I could help her stand. I lifted her to her feet, and she was just inches from me as we stood. Her head fell to my chest, and I inhaled her scent.
“Long day?” I asked.
She moaned her answer in return.
I nearly wrapped my arms around her then and kissed her head, but instead I said, “Come on. I’ll help you upstairs. I think I owe you that, right?”
She chuckled. “But I’m not drunk. Just exhausted.”
“Close enough.”
I held her hand as I flipped off the light. I felt a bit braver in the near dark of the house, so I pulled her closer as I guided her to the stairs.
As always, I followed her up the steps so I could watch her. The light coming in from the street outside was enough for me to once again appreciate how short her shorts really were. At the top of the stairs, I put my hands on her hips and steered her toward her bedroom. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I’d already indulged in so-called innocent touches more than I should. If she hadn’t figured out my game yet, she was bound to eventually, so I just held on to her hips.
Once we reached her bedroom, I hit the light switch, and we both stopped and looked at the bed.
I grinned as I looked at the shopping bags deposited there. I knew I hadn’t seen her in these clothes before. “Did a little shopping today, huh?”
She let out a miserable moan. “Damn it.”
“Get ready for bed.” I let go of her so she could go into the bathroom. “I’ll take care of this.”
She smiled as she squeezed my arm. “You’re a prince, you know that?”
“I’ve been told.”
She chuckled and slipped around me as I moved to her bed. I heard the bathroom door close but glanced behind me anyway to make sure she was gone. I reached in one of the bags and pulled out a handful of soft, bright red material. I swallowed as I held it up by two thin straps and let the hem fall to reveal a short tank. Tiny black shorts—much like what she was wearing—were attached by plastic tags, making sure they were sold as a set. There was another set, this one purple with white shorts.
I stuffed the new clothes back in the bag and hesitated when I noticed the bag next to it was from a popular lingerie store. The water was running in the bathroom, so I dared to peek in. Black lace. Lots of black lace.
I didn’t pull that out because I heard the water turn off. I gathered the bags, put them on her dresser, and walked back to her bed. I was tugging the blankets down when she walked into the room.
“Thank you.” She slid into the bed, and I pulled the sheet up around her. I wanted to climb in next to her, curl against her, but I walked to the door and turned off the light. Then I went straight to bed and jacked off.
Kate was in the pool by the time I rolled out of bed late Saturday morning. I was fixing a cup of coffee when I looked out and noticed her floating on a raft. She was in a black bikini that I’d never seen before, and I suspected it was one of the many surprises hidden in the bags upstairs that I hadn’t snooped through.
The bikini was small enough to leave little to the imagination but still classy enough that it didn’t look slutty. Not that I would have minded if it had. She had soft curves that never failed to draw me in.
I was so fascinated that I spilled my mug and burned my damn hand. I got a good laugh at myself as the pain instantly caused my dick to retreat.
After rinsing my hand in cool water, I went outside to get a better view. Once she saw me, she slipped into the water and swam to the edge. I watched her climb out and walk my way. I couldn’t take my focus off her. Jesus, the things I imagined she could do to me with those hips.
She grabbed her towel and patted her long hair, and I watched rivulets of water run down her body. She sat across from me, and I could see her nipples tighten when a breeze blew around us. I reminded myself not to stare and forced my gaze back to hers, but I saw her smirk as she reached for my coffee.
“Go get your own,” she told me and stole my mug.
Like an obedient puppy, I did, but not before asking if she wanted me to make her breakfast as well.
After we ate the scrambled eggs and toast I’d made, she went up to shower, and I walked into the garage to get the mower.
I was cutting the grass when she came back down wearing a short yellow sundress that she also must have just purchased. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. Not that she needed one; she had great tits, and she obviously knew it.
I glanced over my shoulder several times while mowing and thought I caught her watching me over the rim of her sunglasses. I did what any guy would do. I took my shirt off.
Kate met me with a glass of lemonade when I finished the yard work. I was certain I caught her watching sweat roll down my chest as I gulped the drink. She told me to wash up while she fixed lunch.
After my shower, I sat across from her at the table outside and ate the sandwich she’d made me. We were chatting about landscaping when I noticed her short skirt had slipped up just enough to show a hint of white peeking out from under her dress. I tried not to stare, but I’d wanted to see that view for so long, it was really hard to keep my focus from drifting down through the glass tabletop. I was wearing my sunglasses, so I didn’t think she could tell, but I caught her grinning at me before she parted her legs just enough to move the skirt up a bit higher.
It was then that I began to suspect Kate had turned the tables and had become an active participant in my game.
On Monday, a deal at work was on the verge of falling through, and my coworkers were going c
razy. We all had to stay late as we scrambled to try to save the sale. I was exhausted by the time I got home.
I eased the door closed, not wanting to wake Kate if she was in bed. I headed straight for the kitchen to get a beer to help me unwind. I grabbed my drink and a bag of chips and walked into the den.
I slowed to a stop when I found Kate in the dimly lit room. One of her legs was draped over the arm of the overstuffed chair, the foot of the other resting on the floor. She was wearing the purple tank and white shorts that I’d found in the bag over the weekend. The bright colors stood out against her pale skin and made me want to pull them away to see what they were hiding.
Her shorts were snug against her crotch, and I could see the outline of her pussy lips. Her nipples were hard against the thin material of her tank top, and her lips were parted as she stared at her digital reader.
Whatever she was reading had her enthralled. So much so that she hadn’t heard me come in. I’m not sure how long I stood there, taking in the scene of her sprawled in the chair, before she looked up at me, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
She cleared her throat and smiled as she lowered her leg. “Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I was debating whether I should disturb you.”
“You’re not disturbing me at all. What time is it?”
“After ten.” I dropped onto the sofa. “Good book?”
“Um, yeah.” She blushed, and I couldn’t help but wonder exactly what kind of book it was. “Long day, huh?”
I scoffed. “You don’t even know.”
“What happened?” She turned off her reader and set it aside.
I snacked on chips and drank my beer as I told her about the deal. She listened, though I doubted she cared. When I finished my drink and brushed my hands free of crumbs, she took a deep breath. My gaze lingered on her breasts as I gathered my trash. It’d been a hell of a day; getting a good look at her tits was just what the doctor ordered. Though it would’ve been even better if she’d let me get a look at her cunt again.
I wondered if she could read my mind when she sat forward and spread her legs as she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. I was tired, not at the top of my game, so if she hadn’t known I’d been sneaking peeks before, I’m pretty sure she realized then. I licked my lips as I looked at her shorts riding up. I stared longer than I should as I imagined my face buried there, her legs lying over my shoulders as they’d done to John so long ago.
After stretching for a moment, she pushed herself up. “I gotta crash. Don’t stay up late,” she said. “You look like you’re going to pass out any second.”
“I won’t. Night, Kate.”
“Night.”
I closed my eyes for a minute after she left, picturing the way she’d been sitting when I came in. What I wouldn’t have given to have been able to walk up to her, slide my hands up her thighs, and push the material aside so I could lick along her pussy.
When I heard her moving around upstairs, I grabbed her reader and turned it on. It instantly showed me where she’d stopped reading. I scrolled back several pages and smiled as I read the scene.
The storyline was set in old England. A woman was determined to resist the passes of a drunken man in a carriage. His hands kept finding their way to her breasts, and no matter how much she protested, he maneuvered his way up her skirt. She insisted it was inappropriate, but she parted her legs and let him touch her intimately.
Even as she told him it was wrong, she let his expert hand bring her to a mind-shattering orgasm.
She then not only gave in but took control and released his pants. She lifted her skirts over her hips and rode him to the rhythm of the horses trotting down the rough road. He teased her breasts, pulling her nipples, pinching as she milked him of his come.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I finished the same chapter Kate had read.
I turned the reader off, cleaned up my snack, and went upstairs. I brushed my teeth and stripped out of my clothes before nearly collapsing on my bed in my underwear. I was too exhausted to get wood despite what I’d read, but I wasn’t too tired to think about it. I imagined Kate straddling my hips like the woman in her book had done, bouncing on me as I bit at her tits.
I was nearly asleep when I heard Kate’s bed squeak. It was a sound I hadn’t heard since John had moved out, the rhythmic creaking of sex. My eyes opened as I held my breath and listened. Sitting up slowly on my own bed so I didn’t give away my movements, I pressed my ear against the thin wall. It was quiet, much more so than when she was fucking John, but I heard her moan and knew she was getting herself off.
I was tempted to go to her room and climb on top of her. I wondered what she would do.
I closed my eyes and imagined that she’d welcome me with open arms and legs, let me slide deep inside her, and hold me tight as I fucked us both delirious.
I listened to her soft grunts until I heard her come. She was still for a few moments before she shuffled across the hall to the bathroom.
Lying back in my bed, I fell asleep imagining her with her hands deep between her legs.
The following evening, Kate had an open house so I knew she’d be gone for several hours. I’d been tempted to sneak into her room ever since John had moved out but had always convinced myself to respect her privacy.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it was crossing a line, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t crossed a thousand lines since meeting her. And I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know what she’d been doing to herself the night before. I knew her open house was underway and she wouldn’t be running home for anything. I pushed away the voice that told me to stop and went into her room. I looked at the plush maroon-and-gold comforter that covered her bed for a long time before sitting on the edge of the right side—her side of the bed.
I eased the drawer of her nightstand open and lifted out several books. I grinned at the sexy covers. A quick flip through the books told me she liked to read about men taking control and voyeurism. Neither was a surprise, given her relationship with John and the way he’d convinced her to fuck in the kitchen, knowing they could have been caught.
Setting the books aside, I dug deeper, finding a few tubes of lube and several vibrators in varying sizes. I laughed, half-amused and half-shocked. I looked at them, wondering which one she’d used the night before.
Moving them aside, I found some DVDs and laughed again. I wasn’t sure why it shocked me. I knew she was on fire inside, but I had never imagined her watching porn. Reading it? Yes. But watching it just seemed…dirtier. And the fact that all the movies were of some kind of female submission was even better.
I was getting a much better idea of what turned her on. She wanted to be told what to do, wanted to be compromised. She wanted the man to take the lead, and if I had guessed correctly, the more inappropriate the situation the better.
Oh, I could definitely do that. What could be more inappropriate than fucking her houseguest, especially when her houseguest was her son’s college roommate?
Between my peek in Kate’s nightstand and reading her porn the night before, I had no choice but to jack off.
As had become a new part of my routine, I sought out a pair of panties from the hamper and took them with me into the shower. I held them to my face as I jacked off, wishing it was Kate’s cunt instead of my hand squeezing my cock.
After relieving myself, I stood under the hot water and realized it was time to take it up a notch. I was running out of summer, and I still hadn’t gotten a taste of what I wanted.
6
It was well after three in the morning the following Friday when Eric, one of Justin’s friends, hauled me out of a cab and helped me across Kate’s front lawn. He patted me down and then laughed when I swatted him away.
“Where’re your keys, man?” He rang the doorbell several times when he couldn’t find them. “Fucking pussy,” he teased.
Suddenly the door opened, and Kate stuck her head out. She was confused
for a moment before she saw me, and then she frowned at Eric.
“Sorry, Kate. He can’t find his keys.”
“Are you guys drunk?” she asked Eric.
“Yeah. This jackass more than the rest of us. Sorry. Can you take him? The cab is waiting.”
Eric took my arm from around his neck and passed me off before she could answer. Kate reached for me so I didn’t sink to the porch. Slipping under my arm, Kate managed to get me into the house and kick the door shut.
“How much did you drink?”
I mumbled incoherently in return and slid my arm farther around her shoulder. My fingers brushed over her breast as I leaned into her more. She laughed as she struggled to keep us both standing.
“You owe me for this, mister.”
Again, I said something incoherent and slid my hand down until I was cupping her breast. I gave it a tight squeeze through the thin material of the tank top she was wearing.
“Hey!” She grabbed my hand, but her protest came out sounding more amused than aggravated. She pulled my hand away and held it in hers as she continued half carrying me. “Come on.” She directed me toward the den, where there was a sofa long enough to accommodate me.
While I had drunk several beers and downed a few shots, I was nowhere near passing-out drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing when I tightened my arm around her and pulled her close enough that I could tug her earlobe into my mouth and bite it gently.
She gasped and then let her breath out slowly as I dragged my tongue along the sensitive skin behind her ear.
“Kyle,” she whispered. Her voice sounded like she wasn’t sure if she should stop me or not. She indulged in my teasing for a moment before tilting her head away from me. She managed to maneuver me through the dark room, and when we arrived at the center cushion of the long sofa, she faced me so she could ease me down.
I wasn’t giving up that easily. I held on to her, pulling her to the sofa with me.
