by Jason Lenov
"So there's this guy at work," she began. The way she said it sounded like she was dipping her toe in a pool to see if it was warm. Testing the waters. Testing me to see if I'd freak out.
"At the coffee shop?"
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding.
I couldn't help but wonder whether she sounded a little too enthusiastic about the whole thing for my own liking. She hadn't said anything to this point. Had she been thinking about this other guy since she'd met him at work? Had something already happened and this was just a way to let me down easy?!? "Are you cheating on me?!?" I snapped. I couldn't help it. It just came out.
"What?!? No!!! Mark! What a terrible thing to say!"
I immediately felt bad. I was the one that had suggested this whole thing and now that Keira was going along with it I was turning into the jealous boyfriend!
"I'm sorry. I don't know why that came out."
She didn't seem appeased. "You know what, forget this. This is silly. I just thought we could have some fun. I don't want this breaking us up."
That made me feel even worse. Because it really felt like not doing this might break us up. "Keira, no. Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said that." I put a hand on her shoulder, begging her to cheer up. "Tell me about the guy. I'm sorry. I just got jealous for a second, that's all."
I could see her scowling at me even behind her dark sunglasses. "Well I don't want this turning into some kind of fight every time I bring it up. Maybe we should just forget about it."
I hated how upset she seemed. I hated the feeling that I'd fucked something up. She was just trying to humor me in all this and I was being a big jerk. "Seriously," I said squeezing her shoulder, warm from the sun, with my hand. "Tell me about the guy."
Keira took a breath. I could tell she was weighing what I'd said with whether she wanted to wade back into the conversation again. I hoped she would.
"Okay. Are you sure you're not going to freak out?"
"I'm not. Promise."
She sat back up. She looked stunning in her two-piece.
"Okay. So, his name's Damien."
Maybe it was how excited she suddenly sounded? Maybe it was hearing his name. Maybe it was everything together. I felt the air leave my chest. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. "Uh-huh," I managed to squeeze the sounds out.
"He's...well he's kind of been hitting on me."
Wow.
I guess it was because it was all so new and she was the one kind of taking charge. Every emotion that ran through me felt so powerful that I felt like I wasn't in control of myself at all. There was the extreme jealousy of thinking that some other guy wanted Keira. My Keira. Not only that but from the sounds of it, from the way she was laying it out, it sounded like Keira wanted him, too.
That was probably the most prominent emotion but it wasn't strong enough to conceal what lay beneath. Even as she told me about him, the color of his eyes, how tall he was, I felt an incredible desire to see this through. To see her with him. I could tell she was getting excited just talking about it and for some reason her excitement made me excited. Who wouldn't want to do that for their girl? If this was really making her feel good, who wouldn't want her to have it? I could see it in her eyes. She really wanted this.
"So what do you think?"
The question shook me from my thoughts and I realized I hadn't been listening very intently to what she was saying. "Alright. If you're into it, let's do it," I said, hoping that I wasn't agreeing to something too extreme.
When her eyes opened wide, I knew it was not the answer she'd been expecting and I wondered what I'd missed while I'd been daydreaming. "Really?!?" she asked.
"Wait...let me make sure I have this straight. You're just going to...make out with him, right?"
The excitement left her eyes and she frowned. "Mark! You weren't listening!"
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sorry. "It's just a lot to think about. Tell me again."
She got a little huffy but pulled herself together. "He asked me out on Friday night. What do you think? Should I say yes?"
That was not what I'd expected. "Friday night? This Friday?!? Say yes? Wait, does he know you have a boyfriend?"
Her brief moment of hesitation was enough. I felt a resolve harden inside me. It was my turn to get serious.
"Alright Keira, let me just set some things straight. When I told you about this, when I told you that I was into this and I wanted you to flirt with other guys, that was something between us. Yeah I'm into it. Yeah I think it's sexy. Yeah I want to try fun new things with you. You want to know what I'm not into? I'm not into you doing anything behind my back. I'm not into you flirting with guys and not telling them you have a boyfriend. And I'm not into you going out on dates with guys on your own. That just...kind of sucks."
It felt good to get that out. It felt like I'd taken back a little of the control. Control of myself as much as the situation.
"Mark?"
"What?" I barked.
"I'm sorry."
The tears in her eyes made me melt. "Oh, K!" I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if that came out too harsh."
"No, it didn't. I was the one being a bitch. I should have told you about him sooner. I shouldn't have kept it to myself. I just...I didn't really know how." She sniffled and I felt a warm tear roll down her cheek and onto my chest.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I've been so crazy lately and it's just been because we haven't been talking about this. It's been rolling around in my mind and I've wanted to talk about it but it's just felt like there hasn't been a good time. It's not exactly something you bring up over corn flakes in the morning."
She looked up at me with her big, sad blue eyes. "I know. I've wanted to bring it up too but...I don't know, it just hasn't felt right."
"Well, we're talking about it now, that's the important thing."
"Look," she said, pulling away, "we can just forget about all this. Really we can. I don't care. It was a fun thing but I don't want it turning into something that's going to get between us."
Keira. My beautiful, sincere, honest Keira looked so amazing to me in that moment. I would have done anything for her then. "No. I don't want to do that. I don't want to just give up on having something unique and awesome between the two of us because we're scared of it. We can do this. I know we can. We just need to keep communicating, keep talking, you know?"
"Really? Are you sure?" She suddenly looked very hopeful. Excited again.
"I'm sure. I want to try this. I just want to do it together. I want it to be about us."
Chapter 8
I'm standing naked behind Keira as she applies the last of her dark red lipstick. She's wearing her grey business suit and a white blouse beneath it. Dark tights cover her legs and her black four inch heels push her ass up high. I can't help but stare at it as she leans towards the mirror. My cock throbs just from looking at it. I catch her eye in the mirror as I look up.
"Are you ready?" she asks with a smile.
I nod, eager to feel her touch. This has become a routine for us and we both love it. There's something so sexy about her being completely clothed, ready to go to work and me being completely naked. There's a tension to it, a certain level of submissiveness on my part, I guess, that is really thrilling.
She turns around and walks to the bed. I follow her and take my position in front of her. My cock is just inches from her lips. If I grabbed her by the head the way Jimar did I could push my cock into her mouth and deep into her throat. She'd let me, too. I know she would.
But I don't. This is hotter. This is more erotic. Letting her be in control.
She looks up and smiles. "Is this still from last night? From after Jimar left?" she asks, pointing at my stiff cock.
I nod. Her fingers are just about an inch away. I swear I can feel the heat coming off her hand. My cock bounces.
She smiles, pleased by my anticipation. "So did you dream about it?" she asks. "Did you dream about Jimar's cock fil
ling me up with cum?"
My cock throbs again at the question. It makes her smile widen. "No," I answer. "I wish I had."
"But you're thinking of it now, right? You're thinking of what it looked like to see him fucking my pussy?"
I nod again.
She rewards me with her touch. Her hand is just as hot as I had hoped it would be. She wraps her fingers slowly around the base of my shaft, covering me in warmth. Then she pulls. A long, slow pull to the head of my cock where she lets the tips of her fingers linger on my glans then pulls them off.
I groan. I need her. I need the feeling of her holding me again.
"It was so hot watching you watch me last night," she whispers. "I love when you watch him come inside me. Sometimes I want to just look at you when he's doing that, stare into your eyes."
"You can," I reply. God that would be amazing if she did it. If she looked right at me as he was coming into her.
She shakes her head a little and smiles. "I always mean to but then when it's happening I just...I don't know. I can't take my eyes off of his."
"I know," I say. I like that we're talking but the ache in my cock is intense. I don't want to rush her but I really want to feel her hand on me again. "I know it's hard."
Finally she wraps her fingers around my root again and gives it a squeeze. She looks so sexy in her work clothes, holding my bare cock in her hand. The thought that she's going to go to the office like that, talk to her co-workers in the same state that she's holding me right now is a real turn on.
"Come here," she whispers, pulling me close.
An exhilarating thrill rushes through me. Is she really going to do what I think she is? Is she going to take my cock into her mouth? She hasn't done that in...it's been a long time. I step forward.
Her smile becomes sly, naughty. She opens her mouth and pushes out her tongue.
I shudder as the soft, moist tip of it grazes against the head of my cock, sweeping up the droplet of precum that's oozed out there.
"Mmm," she says, swallowing the creamy dew, "tasty." She looks up, suddenly serious. "I want more."
My heart is thundering inside my chest as I watch her mouth open wider. My cock is solid in her hand now. My eyes are wide as I stare at the head pink head of my member disappearing inside her mouth. She closes her lips around me. The feeling of her wet mouth around my cock sends a searing heat tearing up my spine. I groan, straining to control the urge to fuck myself deep into her throat the way Jimar did.
Jimar.
The thought of his name conjures the image of his big, dark dick pushed deep into Keira's pretty little mouth, his paws holding her head. I throb inside her mouth at the memory.
"Mmm," she purrs again as her cheeks hollow and she starts to suck. She's flicking the head of my cock with her tongue as her head bobs slowly back and forth on my meat. I can feel my nuts start to tighten. I groan.
The sound makes her look up. Her eyes are so big and blue and wide and she looks so hot with the head of my cock in her mouth. I feel my orgasm swell inside me. My legs start to tremble. Oh God I'm going to...
I feel her hand between my legs. I feel her fingers wrap around my balls. She pulls. Just a gentle pull but enough to pull me back from the brink. She comes off me with a soft, wet pop.
"Not yet, baby," she whispers. "I have a special treat for you."
My legs are still shaking from almost coming. She lets go of my sack and I feel the pleasure well inside me again. She takes me back into her mouth, staring up at me the whole time with those wide, blue eyes. I know I won't last much longer. "Ugh," I groan hoping to warm her that I'm about to come.
I feel the single point of the tip of her finger press against my perineum. The pressure from it buries my need to ejaculate, if only temporarily.
She comes off my mouth again and smiles. "Almost. Ready for your treat?"
"Yes," I answer, panting and breathless.
"Okay," she replies, smiling even wider. "Enjoy the ride!" Still staring up into my eyes, her finger still pressing between my legs she opens her mouth and lets me in again. Except this time she doesn't stop at the head. I watch the first third of my cock disappear inside her hot, wet mouth. Then half. My eyes widen as I realize what she's about to do. She's going to take all of me, the way Jimar showed her. Of course it'll be easier for her, my cock is smaller than his.
She's still staring at me, her eyes smiling at how shocked I must look.
My jaw falls open as she lets her finger fall away from in between my legs. Suddenly the full force of the feeling of her hot mouth slams into me. "Oh God!" I shout as the heat tears up my spine.
She looks even more excited now. I see her relax the muscles of her throat. I watch as the last inch of my dick disappears inside her mouth. I see her nose touch my pelvis. I feel my sack slap against her chin. I close my eyes. That's when I feel it.
I'm in her throat. It feels like her pussy except...stronger. She's, oh God, she's swallowing at my cock. I open my eyes and look down.
Her eyes are wide and eager with excitement. My whole body locks up. I can feel the cum start to spurt from my balls into my shaft. "I'm...I'm gonna come," I say. As if she doesn't know but I guess I still can't believe she's going to let me do it like this.
A slight nod. Like she's saying I know, baby.
I feel the first pulse of my hot semen shoot through my throbbing shaft. It races through my cock and bursts out of the tip, deep inside her throat. She's still swallowing at me, tugging and massaging my cock with her throat.
Her eyes smile even more at the feeling of my seed spurting into her. She swallows it up.
"Fuck!" I roar as I soar up to the peak of my orgasm. My cock is flexing inside her mouth and throat, spewing blast after blast of my sperm into her. She swallows and swallows and swallows, drinking my hot gift and staring up into my eyes like nothing could make her happier.
I come racing down from the heights of my climax just as fast as I raced up. It almost hurts my cock now, what she's doing. "Oh baby," I groan and pull back.
She gags at the unexpected motion but quickly recovers. She guides me out of her mouth and the feeling of gliding along the velvety insides of her cheeks makes my cock pulse, releasing the last of my seed. She starts to laugh as I fall out of her mouth. A string of cum and spit and bile hangs between her lips and my cock. Some more cum dribbles out of the corner of her mouth, down her cheek and off her chin. It darkens the spot on her dress where it lands.
"Baby," she says, still chuckling and wiping her chin. "You've got to warn me when you're going to do that!"
"I'm sorry," I gasp.
She shakes her head and stands up. "It's okay," she says, smiling. She leans in and I lean down. Our lips meet in a salty kiss. She tastes divine. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, returning some of my offering. When she pulls away, she wipes my lip off with her thumb. "That was fun."
"That was amazing," I say, pressing my forehead to hers.
"You're welcome. I have to go to work."
I watch her saunter out the door. She's so beautiful. I'm so lucky that she's mine.
Chapter 9
I did end up letting Keira go on a date with Damien. Sort of.
We had a long conversation the evening of our misunderstanding. I felt so much better after we did. Keira did, too. We realized that talking was the most important thing. We promised each other we'd never forget that.
So we talked and came to the conclusion that it would be weird if Keira told Damien she had a boyfriend after flirting with him for so long. I suggested that maybe I could come to the coffee shop while she was working and she could pretend not to know me. She thought that was a good idea and so that's what we decided to do.
As far as the rules went, I felt a lot better after we talked and Keira thought that it would be kind of distracting trying to keep track of rules while she was interacting with another guy so we just decided to wing it and see what happened.
I thought it was a good idea b
ecause I'd probably feel the same way if I were in her situation. So a few days later I showed up at the coffee shop right before closing. Keira said that would be the best time with the fewest people there. I brought my laptop so I could look like I was doing something. It was even kind of thrilling buying a coffee from her while she pretended not to know who I was. It made her seem sexier. Like I would have to win her over all over again. It definitely made me desire her more.
I settled in at a table in the corner where I could look like I was on my laptop but see what was going on behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen at the same time.
Damien, who'd been talking to her when I'd walked in, came right back up to her after I sat down. I had to work hard not to stare. He was so close to her. The two of them looked so familiar. The way she was laughing at whatever he was whispering to her...was the way she laughed with me.
I felt a stab of jealousy poke my insides. This was my girl acting this way with another guy. She was giving him the same signals she gave me before sex. The smiles, the little tilt to her head. Even the way she was standing, her body a seductive, inviting "S."
He knew it. I could tell by the way he was inching closer to her with each quip. He knew she was making herself available to him, that if he played the game right she would let him in.
Let him in.
The thought sent a cold shiver of jealousy through me that settled in my lower gut. That's when the doubt started. He was a good looking guy. Broad shoulders, square jaw, an earnest grin. He was definitely more athletic than I was and didn't seem like the type of guy Keira would normally go for. Did she like that? He kind of looked similar to the football player Keira had kissed at the party. Was she actually into guys like that? If she was, how come she was with a guy like me? Dorky. Intellectual.
I didn't have any more time to wonder, though because that's when it happened. He just leaned in and kissed her.
For a split second her hand came up, as if to press against his chest and push him away. But then the sudden tension in her body eased and she melted into the kiss.
