Johnny Loves Krissy

by KyAnn Waters

  Good thing she wasn't in his head. He'd already taken her to his bed hundreds of times. In his dreams. “The where won't matter. You and I both know we'll never forget.”

  “As for the when, I'm ready when you are.” Krissy put her hands on her hips. “Actually, I should rephrase that. I'll be ready after you make breakfast and we eat. If we can decide where, then we can do it tonight. We just need to think of sex as the first step in a series of steps to reach the desired conclusion of having a baby.”

  As if he could just forget he'd be making love while Krissy only thought of their being together as a means to an end. “At least we don't need to discuss the how.”

  “Actually, I think we do.”

  Johnny nearly crushed the egg he was holding in his hand instead of cracking it into the frying pan. He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. Krissy sat at the table again with a serious look on her face, not a trace of humor in the straight line of her mouth. “I'm capable.”

  She rolled her eyes. “We both know what happens in relationships when one falls hard and not the other. That can't happen to us. So we need rules about the how.” She held up one finger. “No kissing. That includes oral. I'm not sucking your dick.”

  “What if I need help getting an erection? You won't be my fluff girl?”

  She pursed her lips. “I'll get you a Viagra.”

  Her mouth turned up on the left and he weakened. “Okay, let me hear the rest of your rules.”

  “No caressing. I know you're an ass man. Mine is off limits. No touching outside of what is absolutely necessary. No grabbing hair.”

  “Are your tits off limits, too?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Yes.”

  Laughter rolled from deep within his chest. Unbelievable. His dreams had come true and then morphed into his worst nightmare. He could make love to Krissy, but by god, he wasn't allowed to enjoy it.

  “If you make me come, I'll clobber you the minute you get off of me. I don't want you to be good.”

  Did she read minds now? “I can't control whether it's good or not.”

  “Yes, you can! Just get on, come, and get off. Hopefully, we'll only have to fuck once.”

  “Do I get to enjoy myself at all or is that against the rules as well?” Johnny flipped the eggs in the pan, then snatched the bread off the top of the refrigerator. He needed to calm down. Krissy's unrealistic ideal situation was a long way from his.

  “Of course.” She stood and poured them coffee. “You have to enjoy sex in order to reach orgasm. How else am I going to get pregnant? Coming is ejaculation. I don't suppose you're a premature ejaculator. The faster the better.”

  After slamming the spatula onto the counter, he pulled open the utensil drawer and held out the turkey baster to her. “Why don't I go beat off in the bathroom and we'll artificially inseminate you right here on the kitchen table?”

  He turned off the stove and stalked out of the room. She was nuts. He wasn't going to climb on and fuck her without her willing and enthusiastic participation. He wanted her moaning and clawing her nails down his back as he thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. He wanted to make her come until she blacked out from the pleasure. But hell, she'd probably make him turn off the lights and imagine he was fucking one of his professors.

  “Johnny, don't get mad.” She came up behind him as he stared out the front room window.

  “I'm supposed to make love to you and you...what? Watch TV? Read? You lay there and take it while I fertilize? Maybe moan ‘oh baby’ now and again?” He stiffened when she put her hands on his back. “You're touching me. And that felt like a caress,” he said when she wrapped her arms around to his waist and pressed her cheek against his back.

  “I love you, Johnny. I don't want to be in love with you. Neither one of us is ready for commitment. It's going to be hard enough getting used to being a mom and dad.”

  “We'll work it out.” He turned and pulled her against his chest.

  “Are we going to ruin us?” she whispered.

  Johnny kissed the top of her head. “No.” He just needed to convince her, the us would be Johnny, Krissy and baby as a family. Her plan might not include life after baby. His did.

  “No more joking,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and easing her away. “Where we have sex doesn't matter. Neither one of is ever going to forget.” He put his fingers to her lips after she took a breath to speak. “No unnecessary touching.” This left the topic wide open for debate. “I kiss you now.” He pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss to prove his point. “But I agree no open- mouthed passionate exchanges.” He winked. “On lips or any other soft, sweet body parts. After the kiss at Stu's, I don't think I can take more of your kisses and not drag you to bed, put my mouth, tongue, and lips all your parts, and believe me, everything I did would be strictly for pleasure.”

  Krissy groaned and her eyes clouded with passion. “Whew, good thing we've cleared up the kissing. What about the rest?”

  “Are you willing to have sex once, and then wait a month to see if you conceived? It seems to me that we should spend the next few weeks fucking ourselves dumb and then hope for the best.” He turned on the charm and gave her a big open smile.

  “You're incorrigible.” She rolled her eyes, and he followed her back into the kitchen. “But you're right. So Johnny, when are you going to knock me up? We don't have much time so you'll need to be efficient.”

  He put eggs and toast on plates then set them on the table. “I'll do my best.”

  She unsnapped her pants.

  “Wait a minute.” He stilled her hands. “I can't believe I'm saying this. Not right now.” He needed a day of mental preparation. He'd last about a minute if they had sex now. That is if he could keep it up. Krissy epitomized his fantasy. If he was going to fulfill that fantasy for the next few weeks, every encounter would be memorable. “We're both tired. I'll come over,” he looked at the clock on the stove, “technically tonight.” The sun would be up in a few hours.

  “We're not going for romance, Johnny.”

  “Fine, no romance. I have classes during the week, but I break at ten. We can hook up for quickies?”

  She lifted her coffee cup to make a toast. “Thank you.” Moisture filled her eyes.

  “Save your tears,” he said touching their cups together. “We may have just started down the road to hell.”

  “I'm glad we'll be traveling together.” They touched their cups again. “Should we tell the gang?”

  Johnny shook his head. “I don't want anyone trying to talk us out of this. After you're pregnant, the world can know. Right now, our plan is just between you and me.”

  Chapter Four

  The Big Oh No ‘O'!

  “Hi.” His heart pounded. Damp palms, dry mouth, oh yeah, all the markers telling him just how terrified he was to make love to Krissy. He'd never actually fucked someone he loved. If he listened to the spin, it made a difference— that was why adrenaline pumped through his veins.

  Krissy held the door for him. She must have spent the afternoon cleaning. Her house appeared almost sterile. Clutter cleared from the coffee table, the usual shoes at the door gone and the hint of pine cleaner hanging in the air, this was not his Krissy. The girl didn't clean— he swallowed the lump in his throat— unless she was nervous.

  Johnny sat on the couch. His knee bounced a fast cadence. “Can I get a beer?” He didn't wait for a reply but stood and left the room. Once in the kitchen, he leaned his forehead on the fridge. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to prepare himself for the night to come. Somehow, he had to make it right for both of them. Krissy didn't want a memory to cherish. He couldn't be indifferent.

  “Johnny, what's the problem?” He hadn't heard her approach.

  “I can't do this.” He took a beer out of the fridge, closed the door, and leaned his back against it. Twisting the lid off the bottle, he gulped the cold brew.

  “Tell me what you need.”

  Since
when did she become diplomatic? His Krissy would tell him to drop his pants and get on with it. The Krissy before him worried her lip between her teeth and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Tilting her head to the side, a slow smile spread across her face.

  “What?” he asked, knowing she had something to say.

  “Remember Joe?”

  Johnny groaned but couldn't help smiling. “Junior year, Mr. Bradshaw's third period calculus class. I hated him.”

  “You hated anyone who came between us.”

  He still did.

  “After Joe, I realized that our friendship was special.”

  “It took you that long? Joe Harcourt.” He shook his head. “High school jerk.”

  Whenever Johnny and Krissy were lucky enough to get a class together, by the end of the first day the teacher had them sitting on opposite sides of the classroom. The entire semester he watched Krissy and Joe become close. Always the dutiful best friend, Johnny was there as infatuation turned into a crush. Then disaster struck, and he held Krissy close when Joe broke her heart.

  “I'll always regret giving him my virginity.”

  Yeah, Johnny regretted that as well. The following week, he took out Lora Drummond. There was no explanation for the fact that Krissy and Lora hated each other. It just was. They'd grown up in the same cul- de- sac. Maybe they vied for the same babysitting jobs. Who knew? All he knew was that he screwed Lora on the football field. Krissy found out and went ballistic. Krissy wasn't upset that he had sex, but that he'd slept with Lora. If he and Lora had become involved, it would've made friendship between them difficult.

  The pathetic part was that Johnny knew how Krissy would react. He'd wanted her to have a taste of what he'd felt watching her with Joe. He'd suffered all semester long, to have her give away what he would've cherished. He showed her, all right. And nearly lost the most important person in his life.

  “The purpose for the stroll down memory lane?” He took another sip of beer.

  “I won't regret tonight like I did with Joe. I know you'd never hurt me. We aren't using each other because we understand exactly what we're doing. You've always been there for me. I'm always going to be here for you. What we have is special.”

  He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her as he ran his hands over her body, and taste her tongue with his own. His cock was rigid and cramped behind the fly of his jeans. Obviously, his body knew better than he did what it wanted. Krissy's perfect, round breasts swayed beneath her white tank top. Dark areolas puckered through the thin ribbed material.

  Johnny wiped perspiration from his upper lip. No touching. No kissing. No caressing. Make love without touching the soft skin of her rounded hips. He ached to trail his finger over her the contours of her trim tummy. He'd bite and tug the sterling silver loop piercing her bellybutton, circle her navel with his tongue, and kiss her lower until he sliced his tongue through her hot folds. But her pussy was completely off limits to his tongue. Krissy would consider anything associated with his mouth kissing.

  Following her rules, he couldn't even smack that sweet and tempting ass. She'd consider it a caress. No way in hell she'd ever let him slide his cock into her tight, dark passage. If he could get her into any position other than missionary, he'd have her on hands and knees so the tramp stamp of a gecko tattooed two inches above the crack of her sweet and tempting ass would wiggle with the sway of her hips as he pounded into her. But no, she had rules and he didn't have a clue how to proceed.

  “I don't know how to start.” Normally he'd kiss a woman. Get her hot by pinching and sucking her nipples, then lay her on her back and spread her thighs wide. He loved pussy, the musky scent like the ocean at sunset, the tangy indescribable yet addicting taste, and the slippery intoxication of a woman coming against his tongue, wild and exotic. But there were other aspects about tonight that had adrenaline coursing through his veins. He never fucked without a condom. With Krissy, there would be no barrier between them.

  “We take off our pants and nothing else.” Helpless to stop her, he allowed her to pull him into the living room. “Maybe if we talk about your school or my job, we won't be focused on what we're doing.”

  Not a chance. Every nerve pulsed like a live electrical wire. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled out his mouth. Her touch had heat pooling in his balls and blood surging into his shaft.

  “Meditation is good. Take yourself out of the moment,” she said.

  He opened his eyes. “Shut up, Krissy.” If she wanted him to get her pregnant, he'd better figure out how to stay in the mood. He needed a hard cock, which at the moment wasn't a problem. However, if she kept speaking, he'd humiliate himself with a soft, deflated dick.

  Johnny glanced around the room. “Exactly where are we doing this?”

  “Couch?”

  He shook his head. With the no touching rule, they'd be uncomfortable on the cramped couch. Johnny grabbed a couple of throw pillows and tossed them to the floor. His hands trembled. Christ, he was shaking. His heart pounded like a sledgehammer attempting to break through his ribcage. At this rate, he'd be lucky to maintain an erection. This wasn't sex. This was procreation.

  Mouth dry, he stumbled over the words. “Are you sure?”

  She answered by unsnapping her jeans and shimmying them past her hips. Next went her pink satin thong panties. His tongue swelled in his mouth. She had a narrow waist and hips that flared in a tantalizing curve to toned thighs. At the juncture of her legs, a blonde, neatly trimmed patch of hair covered her pussy like the soft fuzz of a peach. Light headed, and no longer able to think rational thoughts, he held his hand out to her.

  Krissy pulled on the snap of his jeans.

  “I don't think I can do this your way.” He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat. The rasp of his zipper echoed loud in his ear. He couldn't help himself. He grazed the side of her breast with his fingertips. His hand numbed. The sensation traveled up his arms while his body heated.

  “Try,” she whispered. Her touch was tentative at first. Then she reached into his pants, her fingertips feathering over his flesh. Head arched back, he hissed in pleasure as she circled his pulsing shaft, gently stroking the turgid length of his erection. Rolling her thumb over the swollen knob, she slicked the crown with the syrupy drops seeping from the slit.

  “This is touching,” he said, pushing his jeans over his hips. She released his cock, and he kicked them off. “Does this mean I can touch you?” He reached for her, but she shifted to the side.

  “We agreed no unnecessary touching.”

  He palmed her hip and brought her closer. Then he leaned into her neck. Without having to inhale, her fragrance filled his senses. Rocking his hips, he brought his center closer to hers. The heat of her sex radiated into his groin. His heart pounded, cock aching for the hot sheath of her pussy.

  “I think this is necessary, too.” He tunneled his fingers into her silky hair. His mouth brushed the tender skin of her neck, along her jaw, lingering over her fluttering pulse point. He wanted to taste, but he kept his mouth closed. Running his hands down her back, he pressed her full breasts into his chest. She trembled under his touch. His hands drifted lower and when he met the hot silken flesh of her heart- shaped ass, the ass he'd drooled over since puberty, he couldn't help cupping the cheeks and lifting her hard against his cock.

  “I think we've experienced enough foreplay,” she whispered, stepping away. Grabbing the afghan off the recliner, she spread it out on the carpet. She lowered onto the blanket. Her teeth clamped into her lower lips as she leaned back on her elbows. Her lip popped free and a smirk curled her lips. She knew she had him hot, primed, and ready to blow. With her knees bent, she spread her thighs. Cream glistened on her pussy and dampened her curls, revealing just how aroused she'd become. He did that to her.

  Johnny jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the recliner.

  She sat up straight. “I thought we were on
ly removing what clothing was necessary.”

  “Our definitions differ. I need you naked, but I know you wouldn't consider that necessary so I'm not going to get it. I want to kiss and touch you. Damn, Krissy, I want to run my hands over every part of you. The rational side of my brain understands your rules. The rest of me wants to taste.” His gaze raked down her body. Full breasts with dusky tight nipples, softly contoured yet toned stomach, and jeweled bellybutton. He inhaled through his nose, flaring his nostril. Her aroused pearly folds teased and tempted him. “And I do mean everywhere.” Her sweet peach of a pussy made his mouth water. “So enough complaining.”

  She reclined against the pillows when he dropped down beside her. He knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her, he closed his eyes and laid his hand on her tummy. She sucked in sharply, and her belly quivered. Her muscles tensed.

  “Relax.” Hot flesh scorched his fingers. Krissy took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. Fuck, she felt good. Her skin, her breathy gasps as she braced for a more intimate touch. His fingers drifted lower, barely brushing her curls. “God, you're wet.”

  He cupped her heated mound then slipped a finger into her slick passage. Internal muscles gloved his finger. He followed with a second. Hot, wet and tight, she contracted around him. Flicking back and forth, he searched, stretching and curling his fingers to graze the sweet spot deep inside her channel.

  “Johnny, no.” Her body jerked against his hand. She was slick and ready. “Please, Johnny, don't make me come.” Her choppy words brought him back into the moment.

  Oh, but he wanted to put his fingers into his mouth. The musky scent of her arousal hit his senses with the impact of a freight train. Instead, he grasped the root of his throbbing cock and stroked the shaft. “Krissy.”

  She lifted her lashes and her lusty gaze locked with his. “I want this. Want you.” She twined her leg over his calf.