Pretty In Pink

by Sommer Marsden

  “Ditto.”

  “And I saw you and I saw you and I saw you. Then I talked to you. Then I was around you. Something about you makes my insides all shaken up and tingly.” He laughed. “That sounds like something Clarice would say, but it’s true.”

  “Ditto,” she said again, and this time it was Kimber who ran her hand up his leg. Only she let herself go higher. Her fingers ticked the denim at the very tops of his thighs and yes, his cock went hard in a heartbeat.

  “I’m glad it’s ditto. And hey, I have issues. I had Priscilla and I thought that was it. I thought I had the love thing, and then she goes off and basically stabs me in the back. But not just her, my partner, my best friend. I’m a bit guarded.”

  “Ditto,” she said, running her fingernail along his zipper.

  “And I want to tell you everything, but you have to promise to ask me and not assume. You know what they say about assuming. And I don’t want to be an ass and I don’t want you to be one either.” He could hear the aroused huskiness in his own voice and he tried to stay focused.

  “Ditto,” Kimber said and she leaned in and kissed him. “Charlie?” Her lips brushed his neck and he thought he’d pass out from the huge pleasure that slammed over him like a big wet wave.

  “Yeah?”

  “Now that all the feeling stupid and looking like a goober is out of the way…Now that I have been as silly and knee-jerk as a person can get and you’ve forgiven me and come to rescue me yet again…I really need…” Her fingers tugged at his button and he said an internal prayer of thanks when it surrendered to her nimble fingers.

  “Yeah?”

  “I really need to be with you again. I really need you in me. I want to feel you.” She stopped talking there and her cool hand wrapped around his cock and started to move.

  Charlie barely managed a strangled, “Ditto.”

  Chapter 9

  It was perfect. It was heaven. It was like something from a fairytale and a movie and a daydream all rolled into one. Charlie made that noise that said he couldn’t wait. She loved that sound from a man, him most of all. It was a sound of need and surrender and aggression merged into one guttural noise.

  He got them settled in the back of the truck after wrestling the built in safety harness for Clarice out of the way. He laid her back, pulling at her coat like it was the biggest pile of annoyance in the world. His lips settled at the base of her throat, kissing lazy lines along her collar bone until she took his hand and put it to her breast. Her heart beat wildly under his palm and he sighed. Feeling that steady thumping reminder of how much he turned her on. He tweaked her nipple through her too thin tee and it stood at attention. His lips found it through the fabric and he sucked while pinching the other.

  Charlie wrestled with her pants and she laughed. But he managed to get her bare, to spread her wide, to run the soft unyielding head of his cock along her pussy. Kimber was so wet she relished the stimulating slide of his flesh along hers. “Hurry.” Not because she was cold but because she was so impatient she thought she might shake apart.

  “I am hurrying. Some. Be patient.” He laughed, his teeth flashing in the twilight lit cab. He pinned her arms when she started to tug at him. Held them to the cool inside of the door with his strong fingers. Finally, when she thought she’d die, he guided himself to her pussy and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch he entered her and Kimber realized she was holding her breath. Little spots of sparkling white flashed in her vision and then she remembered to breath. He slid into her on that breath.

  “I’m in,” he said. “Did I do it in time?”

  “Shut up, Charlie,” she sighed and kissed his soft lips like he might disappear if she failed to.

  He moved in her, still holding her down with one hand binding her wrists. His mouth took a slow, torturous tour of her mouth, her neck, her shoulders. He nibbled at her breasts so that tug of sensation sounded from breast to cunt. Kimber wrapped a leg around his hips because he would not let her hold him with her arms. She tugged and he chuckled, but he moved faster and when he said, “I can feel that you’re going to come. Come for me, Kimber,” she came. It was as fluid and easy as breathing.

  But Charlie wasn’t done. He released her after the first orgasm. His hands abandoning her wrists to slide under her bottom and lever her a bit higher. The way he moved her, tipped her pelvis back. His cock brushed a bed of nerves deep inside of her and Kimber watched his face as her pussy grew tight around him again.

  He looked like a man so satisfied, so happy, he could do nothing but shut his eyes. She smiled. Charlie opened his eyes and caught her staring. “What?”

  “You look happy.”

  Charlie stilled, bent to kiss her, and his fingers moved softly over the skin of her ass. “I am. First time in quite a while. I could stay here forever.”

  Tears pricked her eyes again, but good ones this time. Kimber gripped her pussy tight around him, flexing until it pushed him over the edge. “Really? Forever?”

  Charlie groaned and started to move. This time she could touch him. She held his shoulders in her hands as he moved over her, thrusting deep. The little white spots came back as she came again. Charlie came with her this time. His hands gripping hard on the skin of her hips and his face buried in the crux of her neck.

  “I can’t say I love you, you’ll run. But can I say, I’d like to love you. One day I’d like to love you, Kimber.”

  “You can say that.” She kissed him. “And I know that feeling.” She wouldn’t say more than that.

  * * * *

  Charlie called for a tow on his cell and they were kissing again when the bubble light of a cruiser painted the inside of the truck cherry red. Charlie popped out, showing his badge, explaining. He climbed back in, grinning. “That was Jerry from Central. He isn’t stupid. He told us to stop humping in the car like teenagers and go home because the roads are getting worse. He called the tow too, officially, so they’ll be here faster. He's gonna wait.”

  “Oh, a man with connections.”

  “You got it, sister.”

  He drove them home slowly, avoiding accidents and traffic jams before sliding into his parking space out front.

  “Up for some tree decorating?”

  “Why not.”

  “Exactly. Why not. I think Richard and the boys called it a night. But it looks like they shored up the porch roof.”

  “Hard to work in the snow, right?” She squeezed his hand when he took it.

  “Right. What’s wrong?”

  “I’m not ready.”

  “For what?”

  Kimber saw by his face, he thought she was referring to them. She squeezed his hand again, touched the stubble on his firm jaw. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him and then whispered. “I’m not ready to go in there. I’m not ready for this to end. This me and you spell.”

  He smiled, getting it. “Oooh, you are not ready for the whole magic thing to end just yet. Not ready to share?”

  “Right,” she whispered as if someone could hear.

  “Then walk this way,” he said and tugged her across the lawn to her own side door.

  “But Sarah’s…” She was staring at Sarah’s car at the curb.

  “Sarah’s at my house drinking pink and bubbly stuff.”

  Kimber looked where he pointed and through his living room window she could see three people decorating and drinking and eating. Her home was empty. “Oh.”

  “Oh, come on then. In the house. You’re freezing.”

  It wasn’t until he said it that she realized that she was shaking. Her teeth clacking together gently like small musical instruments. Then she started to shake in earnest. “You know,” she chattered. “I think you’re right.”

  “You need a hot shower,” he said in her ear and her pussy spasmed with liquid anticipation from the feel of his breath on her ear.

  “Do I?”

  “You do. And I’m going to take you in just to make sure you’re safe and don’t lose your strength and fall. Sa
fety first.”

  “Safety first,” she breathed, feeling every bit the flighty, weak and willing heroine. “Please, please keep me safe, Charlie,” she said.

  “Protect and serve,” Charlie said and hefted her into a fireman’s carry. When she whooped in surprised, he smacked her ass lightly so that she whooped again.

  Charlie let out a sneaky chuckle as he took the steps two at a time.

  * * * *

  Wet, slick heaven is what she was. Charlie wanted to say a lot of the stuff in his heart. How he just had this feeling about them. How his mother had always told him that when he met the right one, he’d know. And how he’d always teased his mother about it, but now he was pretty sure he understood what she meant. Instead, Charlie tried to show her how he felt with his body.

  He pressed her, naked and pink, from the steady stream of hot water, to the dark-blue tile in her shower. He pushed her wrists flat to the wall with his hands so she couldn’t shimmy or dance away from his mouth. And Charlie knelt before her, eyes looking into hers, “Spread your legs for me, Kimber.”

  She bit her bottom lip and obeyed. The way her lips plumped at the pressure of her teeth threatened to break his heart. She was gorgeous. Flushed and wet, hair dark with moisture, pussy lips plump with arousal. Charlie set his tongue to her, drinking her in when she shifted and some of her sweet juices slipped past his lips. She steadied herself and he licked her hard little clit with the tip of his tongue. She was sweet and ripe and he felt like he could eat her forever and a day, but his cock had other plans.

  “Come for me, Kimber. Come on, give it to me,” Charlie said. He kissed her thighs and she whimpered softly, trying to stay still, but moving like a plant underwater. A graceful swish and sway of her flared hips. He pushed his mouth back to her, sucking hard and then licking softly. Charlie tightened his grip on her wrists and the bite of pain seemed to push her just past her comfort zone, because when he licked her again, with his tongue pressed flat and firm, her hips surged up and she came, easy and fluid. Her orgasm made her tongue loose and she babbled nonsense words and sounds for him.

  Charlie stood, turned her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his lips to the back of her neck. Her wet hair licked at his chin and her heartbeat shimmied under her wet skin. “Good?” he asked her above the hiss of the water.

  “You passed good when you took that first lick.” Her voice was thin like wet tissue. It shook with her effort to speak clearly. He smiled.

  “Glad to hear it. Now spread again for me. I’m going to be very ungentlemanly and take you from behind now. I need to.”

  Her eyes drifted shut and Charlie could tell how excited she was. She liked the idea of him fucking her like that and it made his cock that much harder. She bent, her fingers finding the lip at the back of the claw foot tub. She gripped it, her knuckles blanching from the pressure and he spread her apart with his fingers, pushing back the swollen lips of her sex so that it revealed the ruby-colored slit of her cunt. She pressed back to him, opening herself a bit and Charlie felt himself groan before he even heard the sound.

  “You’re so pretty, Kimber. Your pussy is perfect. Your body is perfect. You, my dear, are pretty much…”

  “Shh, Charlie. Please,” she said, and pushed back again and that was all it took. He understood that she couldn’t’ face how perfect he felt she was. He understood her need. So instead of finishing his thought, he ran his cock along her slit and her fingers grew tighter still on the old fashioned porcelain tub.

  “Okay, then. I can behave. At least I can hold my tongue, is what I mean.” And he slipped into her. One slow push of flesh into flesh. Her moist pussy taking him in, stretching for him, willing him to fill her. And he did. Charlie pushed as deep as he could go. Holding her lush hips in his hands, he stayed there for a moment. Steeling himself, he kept his head about him so he didn’t come on stroke three.

  She tightened around him on purpose and he barked out laughter, biting his tongue to sharpen his focus. “Don’t push me over the edge right out of the gate, woman.”

  “I'll do my best not to," Kimber said, “you just feel so good.”

  “Ditto,” Charlie said, quoting her. He started to move. Keeping his pace slow and easy until he was unable to do it anymore. Then he gripped her tight, slamming into her until her cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson when she turned to look at him for a moment.

  He found her clit with warm wet fingers and rubbed until the friction her body created was unbearable. They came together. Her hair brushing the edges of her tub and Charlie holding onto her for dear life.

  He didn’t want to let her get away.

  Chapter 10

  So she didn’t know what would happen. And that was okay, she reminded herself. Kimber did allow herself the acknowledgement that she’d never quite felt this way before. There was a sort of enchanted feel to the whole thing. Like she had stumbled into luck when her roof caved in. Like she had experienced a bit of magic when he’d shown up to rescue her yet again.

  She saw the pink flamingo stake sticking out of his side bushes when they cut across his lawn to finally join the party. She'd pulled her hair into a loose French braid to hide the fact that it was still wet.

  “What’s he doing in the shrubbery?” she asked. The roads had still not cleared and the snow had not stopped.

  “I was kind of angry at him for being pink and whatnot. The ideas that pink bastard gave you.”

  She laughed, dropped his hand, and wrestled the flamingo out of the bushes. Kimber staked it at the dividing line between their yards. That way she could admire him from her kitchen window more fully. “There. He’s pretty. And you were pretty too, when you were in the pink robe.”

  He swatted her ass with a swift, gentle blow, and she shrieked with good humor.

  The door swung open and Sarah yelled, “Well, look who it is! I was ready to call the Mounties!”

  “No need. We’re here,” Kimber said and rushed into the golden warmth of the house. Janette smiled and handed her a pink drink, but put a finger to her lips. They all turned to see Clarice in one of Charlie’s overstuffed arm chairs, pooped and snoozing with a candy cane in each hand.

  “Thanks,” Kimber whispered, “I could use a nice drink.”

  “You?” Janette asked with a knowing grin. She laughed at her twin brother and said. “Can you go for something pink and fizzy?”

  “I can go for a big ass beer,” Charlie said. “I’ll go grab one while you all talk about me and I’ll pretend not to know.”

  Janette laughed, turning to Kimber. “So the roads are pretty bad. I offered for Sarah to stay here. We don’t want her out there in thick of the storm.”

  “But she’s my friend she can…”

  “See, we had a feeling you might have company,” Sarah whispered, so as not to wake Clarice.

  “But…but…” Then Kimber caught on. They’d have far more privacy if the three women were at his house and Charlie came to hers. Then no one would have to explain anything to Little Miss Clarice. “Ohhh, yes. That is true. I will have company.”

  “Who’s that?” Charlie asked coming in the room with a brimming pilsner glass in one hand and a huge sugar cookie in the other.

  “You, genius,” Janette said and pointed to Clarice and mimicked big ears. “At least until tomorrow when the roads are clear.”

  “Ooooh,” Charlie said and nodded. “So everyone is up to speed. We’re here. Together. Not gay, not bi, and very interested in my nosy, next-door neighbor.”

  All the women nodded and Kimber gave him false scowl for the nosy part.

  “Up to speed,” said Sarah. “And might I say, I told you so. Elvis might be the king, but I’m the queen of matchmaking.”

  “Did someone say Elvis?” Clarice asked, sleepily. “Someone put on Blue Christmas and give me a cookie!” She sat up, full of energy again and raring to go.

  Kimber grinned too. “I think that can be arranged.”

  “Do you like m
y Uncle Charlie?” Clarice asked out of nowhere.

  She caught Kimber off guard and she babbled instantly. “Yes, a lot. I really, really do.” She blushed, hot and red, but the truth felt good.

  Charlie put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. He turned to his niece and winked. “And before you even ask, Miss Nosy Parker, I feel the same. My answer is fully and wholeheartedly, ditto.”

  He dipped Kimber and Kimber felt her world sway drunkenly, but then Charlie was kissing her with soft warm lips and happiness surged in her chest and her belly and she was warm all over. It was the best Christmas gift she could think of.

  Clarice looked at her mother. "They're smooching again."

  The End

  ABOUT SOMMER MARSDEN

  Sommer Marsden’s work has appeared in dozens anthologies and on numerous websites. Some of her favorite books include I is for Indecent, J is for Jealousy, L is for Leather, Spank Me, Tie Me Up, Whip Me, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica ‘08, Love at First Sting, Open for Business, Tasting Her, Hurts So Good and Yes, Sir. She is also writes The Seekers novellas for Eternal Press and is the author of The Anniversary Party for Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. She lives in Maryland and keeps her alter ego to herself. Not really. She had a big mouth and knows how to use it. She has many addictions and has no intentions of getting help for any of them. They currently include red wine, writing smut, long walks, the downward dog position, emails, blog hopping, and biscotti. You can reach her at hot4sommer@yahoo.com or visit her at SmutGirl.blogspot.com to keep up with her dirty ramblings.

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