by Jamie Knight
Pushing back lightly on my shoulders, Klaus got me on to my back, bringing my ass even closed to the dodge of his huge bed, with a gentle pull on my hips. It was still hard to fathom how incredibly strong he was. He really could do anything with me. A fact I found comforting rather than scary.
Leaning down, so he could get my feet on his shoulders, his god-like physique looming over me, Klaus stroked the
head of his warm, throbbing cock against my tender young pussy, making me groan in desire and anticipation.
After teasing me a while longer, Klaus slipped his cock inside me. Just a bit at first but it was more than enough, my ensuing moan again muted by his gentle hand. I wasn’t sure how he knew I was a noisy one, but he sure seemed to know how to handle it.
He fucked me beautifully, finding just the right speed it didn’t hurt, my tight little pussy squeezing him tight as he filled me to the limit with his giant cock, both of us moaning with pure pleasure. It was amazing how well we fit together, how compatible we were, at least in terms of sex.
I knew I should have been scared but as his beak full load filled me deep, I felt nothing but contentment. I hadn’t been on birth control of a while, and we’ both been in too much of a hurry to think about condoms. There was always the morning after pill if I got really concerned but in that moment I was just enjoying a new experience.
When we were finished, he pulled out slowly, again taking care not to hurt me, the entire top of his cock stroking against my clit as he withdrew. Getting on my knees once again, he tenderly ate me out making m tremble with unbridled joy before taking me in his arms and cuddling me close until I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.
Morning brought no comfort. I awoke alone in Klaus’s bed. The numbers on the bedside clock let me now that he had most likely gone to work. The money next to the clock came with a note saying that it was for Plan B. At least he took responsibility for his mistakes, though I still didn’t think of it that way. More as a thing that happened. Giving me a new experience. Even so, it was nice to know I wouldn’t have to worry about it. My mother was another story. She was always looking over my shoulder despite the fact I was a legal adult.
Easing back into my clothes, I headed for the door, still not able to walk quite straight after the wonderful things Klaus had done to me.
“Did you see that little sweetie he took to his room?”
I peeked out through the door as two guys, who I assumed were friends of Klaus made hangover cures in the kitchen.
“Hell, yeah. Even hotter that the one last week, not to mention younger. You think he’ll see her again.”
“Fuck no, he’s way too much of a player, no - ”
The rest of what they were saying was drowned out by the roar of the blender. I’d heard enough anyway. What we had shared was wonderful but unlikely to happen again. My first ever one-night stand. I decided to not get attached to Klaus, even though I would always treasure the memories of what we had done together.
Eventually they left, sipping the gross looking concoction out of their travel mugs. I made good my escape and planned to stop by the pharmacy and also come up with something convincing to tell mom when I got home.
Chapter Two – Alex
Christmas few by like a festive bullet train. A whooshing blur of decorations and songs and good cheer. There were preseason too of course but I had to actually check to see which ones were new. I blamed it on the holiday creep. That strange temporal phenomena in which Christmas overlaps with Halloween in every store come the first of November. By the time the big day finally comes around, it had been Christmas for so long most people were too fatigued to notice. In some ways I thought the pagans had it right. Yule running a clears shot from December 21st to January 1st and that’s it. Most of the traditions were even the same, right down to Santa Cause and the reindeer, which I was somewhat surprised to find out were native to Northern Finland.
The time had once again come and gone and before I could blink, or really recover from the seasonal hangover, it was New Years. It struck me as somewhat weird to celebrate a full rotation of the earth, as far as science could tell, but at least it was based on some kind of natural fact which was a nice change.
Sara was at it again, inviting everyone she knew to her downtown condo, courtesy of heir obscenely rich parents, and was trying to pair them off. It hadn’t gone horribly with Klaus, despite how things ended up, and part of me was excited to see who she thought of next.
Before Sara could take a steering hand, the fates took over and before I could look away, I made eye contact with Klaus. It stood to reason, he and Sara worked together, of course we would be at the same party but fuck it almost hurt to see him again. All kinds of feelings rose up from their week-long slumber to the control of my body like a celestial puppeteer.
Klaus, seemingly overtaken by similar forces invisible came to meet me. The moment of awkwardness was mercifully short, lasting the rough duration of a butterfly flap. We both knew what was going on and hat was going to happen without needing to go through the embarrassment of saying it out loud. There was a spark of electricity as we touched in the first time in too long. My hand didn’t actually go all the way around his. I had an instant flashback to trying to get my hand around his monster cock as I stroked him. A sweet memory triggering a particular kind of wetness below my waist. Of course, it was the first time in years I’d worn a skirt, trying to look nice. Suddenly I was certain everyone around me could smell my desire. Fortunately, Klaus got me away and into a nearby bathroom. He picked me up like he had before, and we kissed greedily, unable to get enough of each other, our tongues locked in an erotic dance. I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing up against me and this made me even more horny.
Setting me back down on my own to feet, he turned me round and bent me over, putting my hands flat up against the wall. Turning up my skirt, he yanked my panties down to my knees, driving two fingers into my aching little pussy. His hand went around my mouth to keep me from screaming to loud as he pleasured me. He felt so good, and I was really secure, knowing I could say stop at any time, and he would. Not that I had any intention of doing so. Not when he was making me feel like that.
When I was nice and warmed up, he got on his knees and devoured me from behind. Eating out my tiny teen pussy like a starving man, filling my young body with an almost transcendent pleasure.
He caught me before I could hit the floor, my knees rendered useless but the massive orgasm that had rattled through me. Holding me close, he lifted me up onto the counter, legs hanging over the edge, like on the bed. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there, but he had something else in mind. Treating me with all tenderness to get me nice and warmed up, kissing my neck and the like, he unzipped his pans and teased his cock inside my wet and ready pussy. I moaned softly into his shoulder as he penetrated me, filling my hungry little pussy with his beautiful cock.
His cock solidly inside, Klaus picked me up again my arms and legs instinctively going around his neck and waist, his lovely hands right on my ass. With a surprising amount of care and precision, he slid me along his throbbing shaft, from balls to head and back again. His thick cock stroking my clip and g-spot at the same time building up a huge orgasm within me. At around the same time I felt him begin to cum. Getting ready to bless me it’s another massive load. I knew I should say something, anything to keep him from coming inside me. There were so many options, I could suck him off, or he could come in my tits, and that was just to name a few. Yet, I kept silent. I knew it was a risk but I didn’t care. I wanted the beautiful feeling again. The warm, thick rush warming my very soul. I’d been haunted and comforted by the ghost of the memory and as damned if I would miss the chance to feel it again.
Klaus was all the way inside me as we came. Me against him, overtaken by violent trembling, him inside me, filling me up with his thick, beautiful cum, warming me up from my very core.
Lifting me up off of his cock w
hich was still spurting cum, Klaus set me down gently on the floor, seeming to know I wasn’t able to stand. Taking hold of him before he could do nothing else, I sucked his gorgeous cock clean, paying tribute to the beautiful man who had given me such pleasure. Down on my knees as I serviced him. The porcelain tiling, cool under me but I barely noticed. The world had fallen away as I took him in my mouth and there was nothing but me, him and his beautiful cock. Working it as best I could until he had unleashed in my mouth and then all over my face.
“First time?” he asked, no doubt noticing my startled expression.
“Sorry, honey.”
Taking some tissues, he cleaned off the end of his cock and set about tenderly cleaning of my face.
“Ordinarily I’d say to leave it on. It’s fantastic for your skin. Not that there’s anything wrong with your skin. I just hate to waste it.
“I’ll do better,” I said, not sure where it came from.
“Don’t sweat it, honey,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
I’d never had anyone call me honey before. It was ind of nice, even though I wasn’t sure how he meant it. I knew I had feelings for him and wanted us to keep seeing each other but didn’t know how to actually say it.
“Do you need money for Plan B?” he asked, looming over me as I sat on the bathroom floor, my panties around my knees. Talk about a vulnerable position. He got me up straightened me out, holding out a bill from his very stuffed wallet when he was done. It felt like he was paying for the sex and I just stared at it.
“Sorry,” he said putting it back.
“I loved it,” I blurted, “the sex, the feel for your cum inside me even on me was pretty good. I was just caught off guard is all.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, which a genuine smile.
“May I please suck you again?” I asked, noticing it still out.
“Help yourself, honey.”
Easing down onto my knees to avoid brushing, despite the tights I was wearing under my skirt. Fav to face with his lovely member, I wrapped my hand as far around it as I could and started to stroke. I’d been pretty frenzied the last couple f times and was really hoping to experience it. The feeling of such a beautiful cock in my ordinary mouth. I wasn’t ugly by any means but I couldn’t help but feel surprised that someone like Klaus would be into me. I was pretty plan, as well as curvy, my height averaging me out to an average figure. The only really noticeable thing about me, I figured were my tits. As firm as they were big, they’d been the subject of a lot of attention since I’d hit puberty.
Giving him a light little lick on the lovely, hard head, I followed it with several more before starting with swirls around the head. Before I knew it the entire head was in my mouth and then almost his entire cock. It was almost like there was a time warp when we were together, the dictates of the space-time continuum meaning as nothing to me when I had his cock in my mouth or my pussy.
I could feel Klaus take hold of my light brown ponytail, as the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. I forged on, getting past my gag reflex to as close to deep-throating as I ever had before. With Klaus gently guiding me, l sucked him long and slow, drawing the sweet cum up from his big beautiful balls, filling my mouth with his sweet goodness. I’d heard cum was actually good for you. Filled with protein and things. Considering how much I’d already swallowed, I really hoped that was true.
Klaus wiped my mouth with a tissue and kissed me before lifting me up off the floor. Tossing the tissue into the waste-basket as he did so. More than able to lift me with one arm. Could only imagine how much time he spent at the gym.
“We’re just having fun, right?” he asked, though the question didn’t feel rhetorical.
“Oh, of course,” I lied.
I was having fun, it was the ‘just’ I was questioning. There didn’t seem to be anything simple about it. I wanted him whenever, wherever and always. We fit so well together it was almost like he completed me. Like the last piece of a greater puzzle. It was certainly true that sex had never been as good as it was with him. I didn’t want anyone else. Couldn’t imagine it honestly. I just wasn’t sure if he would be able to commit to me.
Taking care to zip up, he checked to make sure the coals was clear, and we went out to mingle. Still staying close to each other. Not holding hands but I could feel the urge to. An invisible, natural drawing me toward him.
“My cell number,” he said, giving me on of his business cards.
“Thanks,” I said, meaning it in my heart and soul.
Finishing my pen and a bit of paper in the pocket of my suit jacket, I jotted down my own, precise handwriting.
“You ski?” he asked, noticing I’d put my number on the back of an old lift ticket.
“As much as I can, you?”
“Since I could walk. Mind you, I grew up in the mountains and it was often the best way to get around come November.”
“We should go sometime,” I said, before I could stop myself, forgetting about the whole ‘just fun’ thing.
“We’ll see,” he said, sounding surprised but not offended.
Before I could say anything his phone went off. He checked it but reluctantly, actually looking at me first. I couldn’t know for sure short of psychic powers, but I took it as a sight that he really did like me. If he really was just using me for a bit of fun, he probably would have thought nothing of answering a call. Particularly if it was to one of the many other girls he had, at least according to his friends.
I wasn’t looking, not really but it just so happened I could read the texts in the lenses of his glasses. Thick, steel-framed ones befitting his profession I realized then that, in the right light, he closely resembled a super-villain. I tried not to think about it too much though. Out of sight, out of mind, that was my motto.
The message was fairly explicit. A pleading, erotic, borderline neurotic missive blubbering about how she had been wrong and all the things she would do to and for him if he could only find it in his heart to take her back. He deleted the message without blinking. Okay, definitely an ex, and apparently one who had been making a bother of herself.
“Sorry, again,” he said, moving to put his phone away
“I understand completely. Remember, I’m a millennial.”
“You’re not actually. The numbers are a bit hazy but the last generation of Millennials were born in 1995. Unless you look very much younger than you are, you’re a zoomer. I am a millennial but barely.”
Before he could expound any further, his phone sounded again, actually making him grind his teeth. If I didn’t know better I could have sworn he liked me. At leas t more than whoever was texting him at that exact moment.
He didn’t move his head, so I could see all of that message to. It was from his mom, encouraging him, in a nagging way, to get back with his ex. She really was best for him. I could almost see his pupils turn to the size of pinheads.
Chapter Three – Klaus
Cartoonish hearts dominated the public consciousness as adorable shot non-lethal bolts of love and affection. Or at least lust and affection. The Greeks had an interesting and much less complicated view of human attraction. A Platonic ideal before Plato.
My own history was far from such perfection. My friends thought I was a player because that’s what I let them think. The truth was, before Alex, I hadn’t been with anyone since my ex, including my ex. The phrase ‘on again, off again’ only started to cover the strangeness of our coupling. It hadn’t taken long for me to recognize the pattern. We would be together, she would do something to remind me how fundamentally dysfunctional we were, we would break up, I’d be single for a while, and then she would somehow convince me to take her back and it would start all over again. I would have meaningless hook-ups, like the guys thought, but most of them were with my ex, who had somehow gotten back to being my current.
Sadly, recognizing a pattern and actually doing something about it were two different things
. There was a degree of guilt involved. Questions as to what might happen if I really broke her heart. I knew she loved me and didn’t want to be an asshole about it. I knew it was best to make a clean break if only she, and my meddling mother, would allow that to happen.
I hadn’t forgotten about Alex, far from it. In the weeks since New Years, she was at the very front of my mind. Not so much it affected work but close. There were times when I wondered if I made her up but then I would remember the phone number. Still there on the back of the lift ticket. Except every time I thought about the call, sometimes actually having my phone in had, I would freeze. Something stopping me from taking the leap. Granted she hadn’t called me either but I could hardly fault her for that. I wasn’t the sort to hang around in glass houses.
It was probably the spirit of the day but I figured if I was ever going to cal Alex, Valentine’s Day was the perfect excuse. Never mind we’d becoming out of just over a month or radio silence on both ends.
The numbers blurred and danced on the page as dialed, the excitement and terror of the moment doing a funny thing to my mind. Whatever it was that didn’t want me to be with Alex, be it psychological or supernatural, was coming out in more force than usual Probably because of my heightened chances of success. I was increasingly determined, particularly after realizing my ex was holding me back from a real chance at love. I felt better with Alex than anyone one else I’d ever known and was ready for the real deal with her.
“Hi,” she said, her voice breathy and adorable.
“Hey,” I said, my cool guy defenses kicking in, “sorry I didn’t call I - ”
“I am too, sorry that is, it just didn’t seem real, you know?”
