by Lila Younger
I turn away from the French doors and walk back to the kitchen where Ian’s pulling down a big pot. The kitchen looks expensive, but in keeping with the time period of the house. It’s all polished wood, dark stone, and white ceramic; a simple kitchen where everything has gotten plenty of use. I slide into one of the bar stools facing the stove and watch him move around the kitchen. I can hardly believe that I slept with a guy who looks this good, but that dull ache between my legs assures me it happened. He sees me and pushes over some vegetables and a cutting board.
“Think you can handle the prep?” he asks.
“Sure. What are we having?”
“I was thinking fresh salmon. I only bought enough for myself, but we could throw it in with a pasta. I’ve got a bottle of white wine around here too.”
Wow, he really means to do a proper dinner? I don’t think I’ve cooked more than spaghetti and a jar of pasta in all my years at college.
“It sounds good.”
I grab an onion and begin chopping while I sneak glances at Ian. Who cooks for a hook-up? Definitely no college boy I know of. Tiffany and my other friends have told me plenty of stories where they have to sneak out in the middle of the night, or worse, as soon as the deed is done. Out of the countless stories I’ve heard, this is the first that a guy gets up and cooks dinner for the girl. I like it. There’s a little voice of hope whispering in the back of my head that I quickly push away. As far as I know, this wasn’t more than Ian being nice. We barely knew each other, so how could it be more than that?
Milo jumps up onto one of the bar stools (surprising considering how round he is) and supervises as I cut up the rest of the vegetables and Ian throws everything together. He opens up a bottle of white wine and hands me a glass, letting me sip it while he cooks. I’m not big on wine, but clearly I’ve never had any of the good stuff. I might as well have been drinking vinegar before. This stuff is a little nutty and toasty, and I feel myself getting a nice little buzz. I watch him work in the kitchen, expertly putting everything together. The guy even makes his own cream sauce! A guy who’s great in bed, smart as a whip, and likes to cook? How on earth is he still single?
“Thanks,” he says flashing me a smile. I guess I’d spoken out loud. “I’m single not so much by choice, but because I haven’t found a woman yet who’s not dazzled by the idea of marrying into the Taylor fortune. It’s pretty hard to stay in love when you know the woman you’re with is more interested in your wallet than who you are. That’s why it was so nice to talk with you this afternoon. You care about the art, like me, and you seem much more genuine than they ever did.”
I blush and take another drink of my wine.
“And you? I have a hard time believing you’ve been single all your life. You’re so beautiful Kaitlyn. You have to have guys banging down your door.”
There might have been a few, but early on I decided that I would be focusing on my studies. Curator positions are few and far in between. I mean, some of these guys stay at them until they die, making it difficult for new hires to ever take their place. There’s a lot of competition, and the only way that I’d ever succeed was if I was the top of my class. And I did want to succeed, not just for myself, but for my grandmother. I touch the locket I always wear around my neck. It was a gift from her when I managed to make it into TAU.
“I never had the time. I’m too busy trying to keep my grades up. And there’s never been a really good… candidate I guess. I mean, it’s not like my virginity is super special or anything,” I quickly add. “But I didn’t want to be drunk out of my mind or with some stranger whose face I can’t remember the next day. I wanted it to be nice enough to remember.”
“And was it?”
“Oh! Yes, yes it was,” I say, a little embarrassed now. I don’t know why, because it’s not like he hasn’t seen me way more exposed than this.
“Good. I’m happy you let me be a part of it,” he says simply.
Ian turns back to dinner. I’m full of mixed emotions that I can’t even figure out, much less understand. I feel so lost, and I wish I had a manual to guide me through all this because his words and actions are so different from what I expect out of a one night stand. I don’t know if it means something’s there, or if I’m just hoping for it, or if I was supposed to say something to turn this into more. Milo, sensing my confusion, comes over to offer his head for pets.
“He usually hides when strangers show up,” Ian says. “I think he likes you.”
The question is, do you? I want to ask, but I am too much of a chicken to say.
Chapter 6
Ian
Kaitlyn leaves early the next morning to head back to her own house so her roommate doesn’t realize she’s gone. I wasn’t ready for her to go, but I appreciate her need for secrecy. Once she’s gone, I close the door and shake my head. I can’t really believe that this is me. That I would sleep with my student on what was basically my first day of class. I’ve worked hard to get this far, but something about Kaitlyn makes me want to throw caution to the wind. Already I’m trying to figure out how soon I can call her and get her to come over.
I have a full day of classes though, and I can’t be thinking about Kaitlyn right now as much as I want to. I need to get ready. I make it through the rest of my classes just fine, until my afternoon one. It’s an upper-level course, so I know there was a chance that she would be in it, but I am still surprised when I see her walk through the door. I compose myself quickly, but I see her stop in the doorway for a hot second before starting up again. There’s a young, nerdy looking guy waving at her, and she goes over to the seat. I can see by the way he’s looking at her that he’s had a crush for a while, but Kaitlyn herself seems completely oblivious. That’s the only reason why I squash down the idea of doing assigned seating.
Get a hold of yourself Taylor, I think as the clock ticks over to the hour and I start up the class. You’re going to dig yourself a hole you can’t get out of.
The class itself goes smoothly. It’s a course on Art and Criticism, which means instead of lectures, there’s a lot more back and forth with students. Kaitlyn turns out to have a lot to say, and many of her thoughts are well developed, even amongst her peers. It’s clear she’s done her work for this class. The guy beside her, in comparison, seems to be parroting the reading back at me. He looks and sounds smart, but that’s the extent of it. It’s probably gotten him through the lower level classes, but I’m afraid it’s not going to cut it here.
I would love to hear Kaitlyn talk all day so I could just focus on her. She’s slicked her hair back into a high ponytail, probably from having to rush back home and shower, and she’s got on a turtleneck sweater and dark jeans. She’s definitely covered up, but that’s fine by me. I don’t want anyone seeing the goods except for me. I know that we shouldn’t meet up again, but I’m glad to have her in my class so I can keep looking at her.
I manage to last until the end of the week. The idea of the weekend stretching out before me without her spurs me to email her. I don’t expect a reply soon, but within thirty minutes she’s replied-and given me her number. Ten minutes later, I hear her ring the doorbell. I guess she really does live close. I open the door.
She’s wearing a dress and damn she looks good. It’s nice and fitted around her breasts and hips, showing off those perfect curves of hers. It’s a deep sapphire color, setting off her golden hair and eyes, and short enough that I could fuck her in it. Excitement surges through me for what I’m going to do with her tonight. Heels make her legs even longer, and she’s looking dewy and flawless, without the layers of makeup that always smear off when things get a little heated.
“You look good,” I say. “Really good.”
“I thought you might like me in this,” she says a little shyly.
“I do.” A gust of wind blows by, ruffling her hair, and I quickly invite her inside. I take a peek, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s seen. I take her through the house to the informal living room.
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“There’s a game on tonight,” I say. “I figured maybe we could try out that amazing pizza you told me about too.”
“I’ve sort of eaten already,” Kaitlyn says. “But if you’re hungry…”
I shake my head. I’m not hungry, at least not for that. And I guess she isn’t either, since she came over anyways. I can’t wait any longer. I pull her hand, so small, over to the bulge in my pants. She unbuttons it, hesitates, and then slides down the zipper.
“Go on. Take out my cock.”
She obeys immediately, struggling a little as she pulls my shaft out of my boxers. I hear a little ‘oh’ of surprise as she curls her hand around me, almost unable to circle it. I let out a low groan from her gentle touch. I’m hard as hell, and it’s hard for her to take it out. She looks up at me with a worried face, and I smile to reassure her.
“Don’t worry Kaitlyn. You’re not going to hurt me.”
Still she holds it lightly, so I have to reach down and put my hand on hers and squeeze it until I groan. That’s better. She slowly starts going up and down, clearly unsure of what to do but eager to learn.
“That’s it,” I say encouragingly. “Just like that. Nice and tight. That’s a good girl.”
Kaitlyn starts to move her little hand faster, and then in a moment of inspiration, she puts her other hand on me too, so that her strokes cover more. She even adds a little twist in which feels fantastic. Damn she’s a fast study, I think as she pleasures me. I keep one hand on her, squeezing her smaller one to keep up a steady pressure. She falters, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sometimes tighter, sometimes looser but that’s alright. She just needs more practice, and I’m going to give her lots of it. But right now, there’s much more to learn. I nudge her off of the couch so that she’s kneeling down in front of me.
I lean forward, cupping her little breasts, the buds of her nipples showing through the material. Fuck she’s sexy, I think. Her eyes are wide open, like she knows what’s going to happen and she doesn’t want to disappoint. I grab my dick and lean forward. There’s a little dribble of precum, and I slide it against her cheek. She flinches a little, but stays still.
“Good girl. Have you ever sucked cock before Kaitlyn?”
“N-no.”
I trace my cockhead over her lips, leaving a glistening trail.
“Do you want to?”
She hesitates, then nods.
“Say it.”
“I want to.”
“What do you want?” My voice is crackling with lust, betraying just how much I want this too, but I push on. I need to hear her voice say it.
“I want to-I want to suck your cock.”
She’s blushing like crazy, but hearing such an innocent girl say such dirty words is an incredible turn-on. I can’t hold off any more, so I shove the head right up against her lips and she opens it to stick her tongue out. It darts out and flicks my tip then again, like she’s tasting a popsicle. I close my eyes, letting the warm muscle get to work as it circles the flared head before she gets bold and opens her mouth wide enough to take it in. Warmth surrounds me, a velvet heat that sends pleasure shooting down to my balls. I hear her hum a little note of wonder, and I gently push the back of her head forward to encourage her to keep going.
“You wanted to suck it Kaitlyn, so do it,” I command.
Her eyes widen and she obediently moves down, taking as much of my length as she can. Her plump lips wrap around my shaft, but she can’t go all the way, so she uses her hand to help. She’s coated my cock in her spit as a lubricant, and slowly she begins to bob her head up and down, figuring out a steady rhythm. Her tongue flicks over the ridge beneath my cock, and as she moves up she gives the rim of my head a little swirl, bathing it in pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I mutter, my hand running through her hair.
Kaitlyn’s a star student all right. I can feel her working to take more of me each time, working her way slowly down my shaft until my tip bumps right up against the back of her throat. It spasms around my sensitive head, so fucking arousing that it’s taking everything in me not to just shoot my load right then and there. The fact that she’s so willing to deep throat me is incredibly sexy. I know I shouldn’t, but my hips jerk a little, trying to push more into her. Kaitlyn takes it like a champ, and even though she’s got a tear in her eye, she’s taking more than I ever thought she would for her first time. I can’t do this. I can’t watch my cock disappear into that tiny little mouth without fucking her face or finishing, and I definitely don’t want to end things now. She’s going at a steady clip, her tongue lapping, her mouth sucking, her fist holding onto my cock nice and tight, really getting into it.
“Stop. Kaitlyn, stop,” I mutter, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Wh-What’s wrong?” she asks, worry creasing her brows.
“Nothing. You’re doing fantastic. But I want to finish in you,” I say.
I lift her back up, this tiny little thing and put her onto the breakfast table just a few feet away. For once I’m glad I listened to my interior designer and got a table that could seat eight, because there’s plenty of space for Kaitlyn to lie back. I push the hem of her dress up and over her hips, then pull her closer so that she’s right on the edge of the table. I have her legs on my shoulders, and I’m slowly kissing up her inner thigh, letting my breath tickle the sensitive skin as I move upwards. And then her breaths become little gasps of delight when I get to her soaked panties, the fabric clinging to the outline of her swollen lips. I feel her legs tighten as she realizes that I’m going to go all the way up. She’s shy, I think with a little smile. How adorable.
“Ian…” she begins, but I shush her.
“It’s okay. Just enjoy this Kaitlyn.”
I look into her eyes, and she swallows hard and nods. She’s going to trust me. Good, because I don’t know what I’d do otherwise. I’ve wanted to eat her out since the first time, but I was too excited. I’m making up for that now. The fact that nobody but me has touched her in this way is spurring me on. I feel a possessive sort of pride in the fact that Kaitlyn has chosen me.
I dip my head down, skimming my lips over her leg, determined to make sure that her first time being eaten out is perfect. Anything less and she might not let me do this again. I hook a finger into her panties and pull down the wet little scrap slowly until it’s off. Then trace a finger slowly over her until her little clit pushes out from its hood. I lean in and gently lick the tight bud, eliciting a cooing moan of pleasure from Kaitlyn. I do it again, and then again, concentrating on her clit until she’s forgotten to be shy and she’s openly writhing under me.
Next I move onto her pussy, lapping up her entrance. She’s wet, and it tastes sweet, just like her. I fucking love it. I delve my tongue deeper into her, burying my face against her slit. She’s moaning loudly now, and I’m glad I have a big house and no real neighbors, because Kaitlyn has a loud voice for such a tiny person. I alter my movements, sometimes swiping up and down, sometimes circling around, sometimes moving in a figure eight and sucking hard on her clit so that she arches her back off the table she feels that good. I know it’s coming soon for her because she’s whimpering, in that way where I almost thought it was hurting her but it isn’t because she’s begging, she’s begging me not to stop eating out her little pussy. I’m so turned on by this, my cock hard as steel at the thought that only I can do this to her, only I have done this to her. I’m eating her as fast as I can do it, diving my face deep between her legs, my tongue flicking and thrusting inside of her channel.
She’s close, so close, and then her pussy clamps down, the pressure peaking into her orgasm and I can’t stop because she looks so gorgeous in this moment of climax. I pull her down onto my rock hard shaft, impaling her onto my cock in one swift thrust. She screams in ecstasy, her nails digging into me, eyes fluttering shut as she envelops my cock in sweet, sweet heat. I’m buried to the hilt as she squeezes and milks my cock for all it’s worth, her second orgasm t
earing through her, and I only lift her hips up once, twice, and then I come too, burying my face against her hair as I shoot my sticky seed deep inside Kaitlyn. She gasps my name, a beautiful sound as she rocks onto my hips, her orgasm echoing again and again until finally she’s spent, lying on my chest curled around me.
I could stay here like this forever, I think to myself. The thought comes out of nowhere, surprising even myself.
Chapter 7
Kaitlyn
Things move fast with Ian, and I’m going over there every chance I get these next few weeks. And when I’m not there, I’m thinking about being there. He pops up while I watch a movie with Tif, when I’m checking out at the grocery store, and especially late at night under the covers. I’m going to get carpal tunnel or something at this rate, but I don’t care. I’m surprised by how much I enjoy our time together. I’m also surprised by how much we have in common. We talk about art all the time of course. He likes the modern ‘live art shows’ where the artist sits in the exhibit while people paint him or something like that, while I don’t have an interest in anything past the 1800’s. But I also discover that he’s an avid outdoorsman (hiking in the summer and snowboarding in the winter), a decent guitar player, and does the New York Times crossword puzzles every weekend. It’s almost like we’re ‘benefits with friends’ instead of the other way around.
Because I live with Tif and I have to keep what we’re doing a secret, I don’t get to spend lots of nights over at Ian’s place. We sneak time in between classes, or on weekends when Tif has work. My schoolwork is definitely getting pushed to the side, but I can’t help it. He calls; I answer. There’s something in me that wants to be with him all the time. Even though I know for a fact that there can’t be anything between us, not only because he’s my professor and thesis adviser, but because he’s going to be here at TAU teaching after I graduate, and there definitely aren’t any museums or graduate programs for me. Logically, whatever it is we have, it is going to end by May, and I shouldn’t be so invested, but I can’t seem to help it.
