I let my fingers slide toward the edges of her shirt, and then lifted them up until they were on her naked stomach. She ground her ass into me harder, letting me know her intentions.
I read them loud and clear. Not wasting any more time, I spun her around as our lips made contact. This time, the music was too loud to hear anyone making fun of us.
As the night progressed, so did my anticipation of taking Karrie home and spending the night reacquainting myself with every single inch of her body. In between dancing, we kept our body temperatures down by drinking as much alcohol as we could. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly a healthy way to cool down, but the more we drank, the less we cared.
The bar was usually pretty dark, with the exception of the colorful lights that spun from the ceiling. Occasionally, girls would climb on the bar, like Alex had, and dance. When that happened, they had a strobe light they turned on and made a big deal over it.
Usually, things didn't get rowdy until ten or eleven. Tonight, the bar was slammed with people and it only took a matter of time before the hot chicks started climbing up and doing their ass shaking.
I caught Karrie rolling her eyes and turning her back to face them. I chuckled and wrapped one arm around her, while I took another drink of my beer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this girl in a tight white skirt and matching tank top. I did a double take when I realized that it was Alex.
She continued dancing with her friend, but never let her eyes leave mine. Karrie grabbed my face and made me look at her. "Stop watching those little skanks."
I let out an air filled chuckle. "I wasn't watching them." It was a total lie.
"Yeah right. If you want some of this tonight," she motioned her hands to trace her body, "then you better keep your eyes on me."
Karrie wasn't a very jealous person; in fact, she hardly ever cared where I was when we weren't together. I think she just wanted our visit to continue without interruptions. I couldn't blame her for that.
When it was time to break the seal, I leaned over toward her ear. "I gotta piss, babe. I'll be right back."
I had no sooner made it to the bathroom and leaned over the urinal, when I felt hands wrapping around my waist. Thinking that it was just Karrie, I shook my head and continued to piss.
"So, you should think about losing the chick and having some more fun with me tonight."
I pulled away from her, while zipping up my jeans. "What the fuck?" What are you doing in here, Alex?"
She put her hands behind her back, making her tits pop out more, and started swinging her body back and forth. "I just wanted to surprise you." She looked disappointed. "I thought you'd be happy to see me. Like, maybe, you wanted a reason to ditch the chick you're with."
I creased my brow. "That's my ex, Karrie. She came to spend a few days with me. Look, I don't want to piss you off, but I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk until she leaves for New York."
"Are you sure she's your ex?" She put her hands on her hips. "The way you're acting kinda makes me think you're still together." She put her hand up on my shoulder. "I mean, how would she feel if she knew where your dick was just a little while ago?"
My eyes got wide as I listened to this girl threatening me. "Are you serious right now? If you are, than we can end this so called friendship right now."
For a second she stayed quiet and then, out of know where, she smacked me on the chest. "I was just fucking with you, Bastian. I know you don't want me to interfere, that's why I cornered you in the men's room. Geesh, get a grip, buddy." She started laughing as she left me standing there in the bathroom, still not amused by her so called joke.
Even though she had assured me that she wouldn't cause a scene, it was still a worry to know that we were in the same bar. A part of me felt more uncomfortable with the constant reminder of what I was doing right in my face.
I grabbed Karrie by the arm and pulled her toward a corner of the bar. She looked up at me like I was crazy. I ran my hands down the sides of her long hair. "Let's get the hell out of here and spend some time alone before the guys get home."
I knew she wasn't about to argue, since she'd been trying to dry hump me all night long. She shook her head and that was all that I needed to get me to pay the tab and get the hell out of dodge.
Chapter 10
Being with Karrie was always so easy. We held hands on the way home and talked about some funny things that she'd experienced since moving to the big city. I knew at any moment she would ask me how work was going, and since I didn’t want to think about that particular conversation, it came out in her next sentence.
“So, how is Mrs. Smith?” We were holding hands and about a block from my place. She looked down at the dark ground as we walked.
I’ve got to be honest; I was pissed at myself for not practicing my answer. When the words came off of her lips, I swear I began to panic.
“I guess she’s fine. She hooked me up with her neighbors….um, her house, of course.” Jesus, I just stuck my foot right in my mouth! Idiot!
“Wow. That lady came over once and talked all about how awesome her cleaning service was. You must be working your ass off.”
If she only knew how hard my ass was working. “Yeah, the job is pretty easy. I think she still has that woman coming to do stuff. She just has us doing separate jobs.” Wow! Why don’t you just come out and tell her you’re fucking them, fool?”
“Those women just don’t know what to do with all that money. I mean, who needs two cleaning people? She probably just wants to watch you for some sick kind of perverse entertainment.”
I squeezed her hand and tried to keep my eyes focused on where we were walking. “Yeah, probably so.”
“So, which house do you like working at the most?”
Her questions were making my guilty conscience go into overload. “They both have pros and cons, I guess.”
I had to change the subject. "So, are there any guys that I should be jealous of in New York?"
Honestly, if there was, I didn't want to know. We may have broken up, but it wasn't because either of us wanted to. We just both agreed that it would be too hard living so far away from each other. Life takes people in different directions and I wasn't willing to make her choose. Karrie would always be special to me, even if all we had was a great friendship.
She started to giggle and wrapped her arm tighter inside of mine. "I've been too busy to notice."
We were approaching my front door, so I pulled away from her to get the keys out of my pocket. "I find that hard to believe. What makes it even harder to believe is the fact that I know you're getting all decked out every day for that fancy job. You mean to tell me that you never noticed a single guy looking at your sexy ass?"
She smacked me on my ass as we entered the foyer. "Shut up, smart ass! Yes, I've noticed, but it wouldn’t matter even if they wanted to hook up."
We walked upstairs and headed into the kitchen. "Why is that?"
She wouldn't look me in the eye as I watched her face turning pink. "Well, you should know."
I leaned against the counter top and pulled her by the waist of her pants, into my arms. "Maybe you should tell me."
Her arms wrapped around my waist, while her head rested on my chest. "I can't think about starting with someone new, when I'm still in love with you, Bastian."
I wrapped my arms tightly around her back. "I told you not to hold on to me so tight, Kar. You have an opportunity to live your dream. It's what you've always wanted."
She started sniffling and I knew she was crying. It didn't help that we'd been drinking, which always made her overly emotional. "I know. I just miss you so much. I keep trying to tell myself that someday we will be able to have a future."
I pulled her face up to look at me. "Karrie, you know you always have my heart. This is your time to shine, baby. As much as I would love to have a future with you, it would also make me happy knowing that you were doing what you've always dreamed about doing."
The alcoho
l was allowing me to shield the guilt of what I'd been doing behind her back. In this moment, it was just Karrie and I standing in my kitchen. Nothing mattered from the time she'd moved to New York, until she walked back through my door. I knew she would go back after the week was over and go about her life. While she was here, I wanted to spend all of my time with her and not worry about my job, my drama or anything else.
She smiled and brushed her lips over mine. Kissing Karrie wasn't like kissing any other woman. Her kisses were passionate and filled with emotion. Something about that turned me on more than any of those other women did. "I know we said we weren't going to say it anymore, but I need you to tell me love me, just tonight. Please can we just pretend that we’re still together?"
I guess this was some kind of girl thing. In my mind, if we were standing here talking about this, we were basically together. Still, standing here with her was bringing back real feelings that I didn't know I still had for her. Maybe it was the combination of guilt and the fact that I missed her so much, but no matter the reason, all I wanted was to be with her, right here, right now. "We don't have to pretend Karrie." I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips again. I could still taste the lip-gloss she had on as I drug my tongue over her bottom lip. The taste of cherry made me want to taste it more. I bit down on her lip and pulled it with my teeth.
Karrie's hands slid up my shirt. They were still cold from our walk home. Nights were chilly, making for a cold walk without a coat. As they made contact with my skin, I pulled away at first. She slowly applied pressure and her fingernails sent chills all over my body. I ran my hands through her long dark hair, before brushing our lips together again. Her breathing increased, causing my dick to instantly become erect. Where her nails drug across the front of my chest, once she reached my back it was her soft palms caressing me and pulling my body into hers. I felt her knee lifting up between my legs as our kisses intensified. Although deep, our kisses went from passionate to ravenous.
It didn’t matter that we were in the kitchen, where any one of my roommates could walk in at any given moment. I ripped her shirt over her head, quickly finding her sweet lips again. She mimicked my movements and lifted my shirt, raising it over my head. I pushed her away enough to remove her bra. With her naked breasts exposed, I lifted her up onto the kitchen counter.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I crouched down to savor each of her perfect tits. I took each nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She leaned her head back against the cabinets and closed her eyes as unbuttoned her pants. I squatted down and yanked off her jeans, leaving a tiny pair of light blue lace panties standing between me and her little pussy. I was overwhelmed by my need to be inside of her. As much I wanted to believe this was like it had always been before, I knew it was something more intense.
The burning desire of my hard cock forced me to unbutton my own pants and release my erection. I slapped it against her panties, watching the expressions on her face as I did it. She bit down on her lips and used her feet that were around my waist to pull me close. Her arms bound themselves around my neck. She teased me with her tongue, while scooting her body to hang off the edge of the counter.
My dick was so close to her pussy, and with only thin lace fabric serving as a barrier, I slid them to the side. Using two fingers, I entered in between her pussy lips, checking for the wetness I knew I’d created. Without pulling them away, I penetrated her opening. I needed to feel her slick walls against my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her with gentle, but steady force. The more I repeated the process, the more she began massaging and pinching her own nipples. As I watched, I knew that I needed to quit the foreplay before I prematurely ejaculated all over my kitchen.
I pulled my fingers out of her and stuck them right into my mouth, tasting her need for me. The flavor of her pussy lingered on my lips and I leaned down and kissed her. She moaned when she tasted herself, making my dick throb even worse than it already was. I needed to be inside of this beautiful woman immediately.
I pulled away just enough to remove her panties, but once her pussy was fully exposed, I felt myself craving just one more taste. I grabbed her by the ass and scooted her to where she was hanging off the edge of the counter even more. In one quick move, I reached over and positioned a kitchen chair right between her legs.
She continue to pinch her nipples as I slowly kissed her inner thighs, moving up until I was gently teasing the outside lips of her pussy. I applied just a little more force and penetrated her with my tongue. Her musky sent, combined with the sense of knowing exactly how much I was pleasing her, caused me to grab my own shaft and slowly jerk it off while I licked her clit. She cried out with my first contact and after a few more licks she was falling back against the cabinets, bucking her body against my face. When I knew without a doubt that she was beginning to climax, I shoved two fingers back inside of her to feel her walls pushing them out. She grabbed my head and pulled at my hair as I continued licking her clit with force.
While her body continued to trembling from her sudden release, I used her wetness as an excuse to shove my throbbing cock deep inside of her. She gasped and closed her eyes tightly while I pumped into her harder and harder.
Her reaction to my thrusts was unexpected. She pulled away from me, leaving me throbbing as I watched her hop down and lead me over to sit down in the kitchen chair. Once I was positioned with an erect cock stuck to my leg, she climbed on top of me and guided me back into her wet pussy. I held onto her back and continued to kiss and tease her with my tongue until I couldn’t hold it in another second.
My body tightened and I held her close to me, making sure she couldn’t move. The sensations seduced me and I felt an overwhelming need to hold her tighter and never let go. This was the woman I wanted to be with; the woman that I could have a future with.
To me fucking was always fucking, but I was starting to question my own assumption. Of all of the sex that I’d been having lately, this was the best because it had one added factor that none of the others could match. It was filled with emotion and it scared the shit out of me.
My revelation was cut short when heard clapping and looked toward the doorway. My roommates were hunched over laughing and cheering for the peep show we’d given them. Karrie tucked her body into my arms and turned her head away from them. “Get out of here!” she cried.
“This is our kitchen. Any banging that happens in here is free entertainment.” Mark’s comment just pissed her off even more.
“Seriously, if you don’t want me to kick both of your asses, you need to go away and let me get dressed.”
James, who was still bent over, stood up and looked right at her. “Don’t get dressed on our account. We’ve already seen everything.”
She gasped and hid her face in my chest.
I was trying so hard not to laugh. I knew it was an asshole move, but it was funny. “Seriously, give us a few.”
They walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few beers out of the fridge before shaking their heads and talking quietly as they walked back out.
I patted Karrie on her naked ass. “Hurry up before they break out their cameras.”
She looked up at me and I could tell that really freaked her out. “Oh my God! Do you think they…?”
“No, just get dressed. I’m going to clean up and meet you in my room.” I kissed her head and lifted her off the chair. While she raced around covering her body with my t-shirt, I stood up and put my boxers back on. I didn’t give a fuck if my roommates saw my ass naked.
Once I watched Karrie make her walk of shame down the hallway and close my bedroom door, I made my way into the living room. Mark put his hand in the air to slap me five. I slapped his hand away instead. “Thanks, dickheads. She’s never going to want to hang out with your asses again.”
“Dude, that was so worth it! You lucky son of a bitch.”
I shook my head and headed back to my room.
Chapter 11
Karrie and
I spent the next morning in bed. She had probably envisioned her time visiting going out and seeing more of her friends, but after reconnecting the last thing either of us wanted to do was share our time with anyone else.
It may also have had something to do with the fact that I was afraid of running into Alex again. In some weird way, Karrie and I had connected like we never had before. I’d spent half the night trying to figure a way out of the situation I was in. I mean, ending things with Alex would be easy. Ending things with Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Jones was going to be so much harder, considering they were my main source of income. Recommitting to Karrie could cost me immensely. I think I had allowed myself a way out of thinking about missing Karrie when I was carrying on the way I was with my employers.
As my girlfriend cuddled her innocent body into mine, I had too many burning thoughts to prevent me from relishing our time together.
By lunchtime, Karrie insisted that we go out and get something to eat. Much to my dismay, I agreed and we got ourselves showered and out the door. I purposely picked a place off the beaten path, making sure we had no contact with anyone who could spoil everything for me.
On one hand, she couldn’t say that I was cheating. We both mutually agreed to end things when she moved to New York.
But on the other hand, I couldn't justify that what I was doing was right, no matter how I tried to spin it. What I was doing could end my relationship with Karrie before either of us could make a decision on how we were going to make things work.
As I sat across from this beautiful woman, all I could think about was going to work on Monday and explaining, no pleading, for Mrs. Smith to allow me to stay on and just clean for her. Maybe a year ago I would have been fine sneaking around, but now things were different. I needed to start looking at the big picture. My future was important to me, and even though I knew it was going to be difficult, I had to find another means to make up for the income I was forfeiting.
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