Good Girl (19 page)

“Beautiful!” he told her, stroking her
pretty pussy with his fingertips. His cock was hard and raging to get inside of
her, but he told it sternly that it would have to wait. “Do you have some small
scissors?”

She told him where to find her nail kit,
and he took the tiny scissors and kneeled between her open knees. She twisted,
breathing faster.

He clipped the fine hair close to her
skin, being very careful. He didn’t want to accidentally cut her. He let the
fuzz fall on the ground, and when he was done, he gathered it up and threw it
away.

She was looking down inquisitively, so
he went and fetched her hand mirror. “Haven’t you looked at yourself?”

Her eyes shifted away. “Sure, when I was
like fourteen.”

He held the mirror so she could see her
genitals. With the hair mostly gone, the outer lips were pink and full,
protecting the short inner lips that were even pinker.

“Wait ‘til you see yourself shaved.” He
took the mirror away, and reached for the soap. He lathered her up, which she
liked. Then with her legs spread wide, she made little hissing noises as he
pulled each section taunt and slid the razor over her skin. It left behind
pearly smooth flesh.

With every stroke, he felt as if he was
branding her. He had to leave his mark on her. Removing her hair, exposing her
most tender, private parts to his razor and prying eyes; that made her belong
to him. He would know tomorrow and every day afterwards when he saw her at work
that her pussy was naked because he liked it that way. And she would keep it
that way for him.

He threw the razor aside and opened his
zipper. His cock was jerking with tension, so ready to get inside her that only
his determination to take her mind before he took her body had restrained him.

She was languid and suffused with the
erotic charge of letting him shave her. He rubbed his cock against her creamy
wetness. With a hard push, he slid partway inside, but that wasn’t enough. He
had to get all the way inside her pussy, nothing would stop him. He held onto
her hips and took her hard and fast, as was his right. She held onto the back
of the seat, turning from side to side and biting her lip from crying out too
loudly.

When he exploded deep inside of her,
crying out as he came, he finally felt back in control. It was frightening how
much power she held over him. But he could only ride this wave where it took
him, keeping himself in hand as best he could.

***

Kali was on her way back to her place on
Saturday afternoon after doing her laundry down the street, when she ran into
Pam and Karen in the hallway. Hunter had finally left after their wild reunion
last night to go back to his studio. He had a lot of stuff to do after being
gone all week. She tried not to think about Minx. She had to trust that Hunter
wouldn’t continue his service relationship with her after he had promised not
to.

And why shouldn’t she trust him? He was
the most attentive boyfriend she’d ever had. She had no doubt Hunter was
thinking about her and wanting to be with her when they were apart. She loved
the fact that he wasn’t into playing head games, making her wonder if he liked
her. No, he put it all out there for her.

She had protested at first when he
constantly picked up his pencil to draw her. But she couldn’t believe how fast
she fell into a relaxed pose, feeling his eyes travel along every curve of her
body, knowing he was capturing her essence in his quick, sure sketches. It was
pure luxury to have his entire concentration on her. She saw herself through
his eyes, through his pencil, and knew how beautiful he thought she was.

He had also proven how much he desired
her. She was sore and tingling between her legs and her breasts, which he
couldn’t leave alone. Her nipples felt entirely different, full and hard like
they were always flushed with blood. She was embarrassed when she thought of
the things he made her do, especially when he used the mirror to show her what
her pussy looked like shaved and glistening from their mingled cum. It was so
embarrassing that she felt a piercing sensation in her chest every time she
thought of it.

But it also turned her on.

She couldn’t help fearing that something
this intense had to be a flash in the pan rather than enduring. But she was
committed to trying, though from time to time she felt a sharp stab of
certainty that there was no way a sex master like Hunter could be satisfied
with only one woman. Minx had told her the truth. It was the distant light of a
train bearing down on Kali as she willingly let Hunter tie her to the tracks.

“I saw you with that guy last night,”
Karen said. “The hunky one with the dark hair. Is that him? The freaky one?”

“Yes, that’s Hunter.”

“So you’re still seeing him?” Karen
asked. “What’s it like?”

Pam glanced upward at the stairwell
where other tenants could be listening. “Let’s go inside.”

Kali was glad to have the chance to talk
to them. It made it really hard that she couldn’t tell anyone about the things
Hunter did to her, especially not her mom. And she lived in constant fear that
Selina would find out about their relationship and fire her for it. Selina
would
hate
it that Kali had gotten a man that she wanted. Hunter
continued to brush off Selina’s flirtations, as she vacillated between coming
on to him aggressively and being frosty mean. Kali tried her best to ignore it
when the two of them went at each other, but sometimes she thought Hunter
enjoyed beating Selina at her own game.

Kali was playing with fire in every way
possible—both her heart and her career. But she couldn’t admit that out loud.
It would make it too real.

“It’s been wild,” she told them. “The
sex is mind blowing. And he’s so sweet to me.”

“And that’s a problem, why?” Karen
asked, plopping down on the couch.

“I don’t know what he wants. I don’t
think he does either.” She hesitated, remembering how Pam had shut down the
conversation last time she mentioned the kinky stuff. “His last girlfriend says
he’s poly-something.”

“Polyamorous,” Pam said.

“That’s it. He likes to have more than
one woman. And I’m not into that.”

“Is he dating other people now?” Pam
asked.

“No, he broke up with this girl and he
said he wouldn’t touch anyone else. But Minx says he does that when he’s got
someone new, and then he opens the relationship back up.”

Pam shrugged. “That’s up to you. If you
don’t want to do it, then don’t. Being poly isn’t easy even if that lifestyle
is for you. You have to be honest about what you want or you’ll end up getting
hurt.”

“I don’t want it, I know that much. Now
I’ll have to see if he’s secretly expecting that it will happen. I can’t
imagine why he would—I’m such a doofus when it comes to these things.”

“What things?” Pam asked.

“The sex stuff. Only it’s not really
sex. It’s lots of other things.” Her eyes slid away. “Intimate things.”

Pam looked at her for a few moments as
if considering something. “You can tell me, Kali. I was in a BDSM relationship
once.”

Her girlfriend turned to her in
surprise. “You were?” Karen asked.

“Sure, I told you about Deanna.”

“You said she was butch.”

“Well, she was dominant in bed. She liked
using sex toys. A lot. She had a collection that could knock your socks off.
Vibrators, dildos, paddles, floggers, you name it.”

Kali was nodding. “That’s like what I
saw at the club last weekend.” Relieved that Pam would understand, Kali told
them about visiting the Paddles and how strange it had been to see ordinary
people dressed up and doing such intimate things in public.

“I haven’t been to that club,” Pam said.
“But Deanna and I did go to a bar down in the meat-packing district, before it
was gentrified. There were all these leather guys drinking and cruising each
other. The girls had a big section in the back where we had a party. But mostly
we went to house parties where real sex could happen.”

“You went to sex parties?” Karen asked.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

Pam shrugged. “People are judgmental.
And it was just a phase, something I did because I liked Deanna and it was fun
to do together. She was a top so she planned everything out, and I sort of went
along with it.”

“I feel the same way,” Kali said. “But
I’m afraid that for Hunter, it’s who he is. I want family and kids. I don’t
want to go to a costume party every weekend.”

“I wouldn’t mind going to one,” Karen
put in. “Let’s go check it out, Pam.”

Pam looked at her. “Really? You want to
do that? I don’t even know this Paddles.”

Kali put in, “It was a real friendly
place. Minx was there with her girlfriend, and I saw other women playing
together.”

Pam and Karen were looking at each other
speculatively. Kali was starting to feel like she was intruding on an
interesting development.

Kali got up to leave. “I’ll let you know
what happens with Hunter.”

“Just remember to say ‘no’ if you don’t
like something,” Pam told her. “Only
you
can set your own limits, and
you have to be firm about them. Don’t let anyone hurt you because you want to
please them.”

“Thanks,” Kali said. “I like him so
much, I feel like I’m trying to bend to give him what he needs.”

“Bottom line is if you don’t like it,
don’t do it.”

Kali wasn’t even out the door before
Karen was saying, “Okay, tell me more about what you did together…”

Grinning, Kali headed upstairs with her
laundry bag full of freshly folded clothes. She felt like a sexual instigator
stirring things up. It was funny, coming from her. But it made her feel a whole
lot better to know that calm, contentious Pam had enjoyed a kinky relationship
and came out the other side without any harm done.

Imagine Pam hiding that from Karen… but
it also made sense. Kali didn’t want to tell anyone about the things she did
with Hunter. Her thighs rubbed together, and she was so tender and sensitive
down there, just like Hunter said it would be. It made her think about him all
the time, which was probably why he did it.

She wished it was already evening so she
could see him again. She loved being able to let go with him, to let him take
her down an erotic path of his own devising. There was beauty in not being in
control; relief in being able to relax and let someone else take over. No
wonder she had a hard time in the past climaxing with her boyfriends. She had
been so busy making sure they were happy that she didn’t do anything for
herself. But Hunter was focused on giving her pleasure, and she responded like
a flower blossoming under the sun.

No wonder she couldn’t stop thinking
about him.

Chapter 12

Hunter gave Kali’s butt a swat as she
passed by, getting ready to go to work. She jumped and turned, looking at him
with such a wounded expression that he felt compelled to apologize, “I’m sorry.
I thought you’d like it.”

Kali rubbed her ass slightly, still
looking at him. “You hit me.”

“I swatted you. It was a love tap.”

“That was more than a tap.”

“It was affectionate,” Hunter said. They
were getting so comfortable together that he had hoped he could push the
envelope a bit. He was dying to spank her good and proper.

“I don’t like that part of what you do.
The way you hit each other.”

“It’s not hitting, it’s spanking. You
have to try it to see if you like it.”

“If I don’t like one swat, I doubt I’ll
like more.”

She still stood there with her hand on
her butt. Hunter liked pushing a woman’s resistance, but he had to be sure they
really wanted what he was doing. She needed to be curious and ready for the experience,
and then he could play with her wariness. But since the beginning she had a
wall up against any sort of corporal play. He hadn’t been able to breach it.

“It feels different than you think,” he
explained. “But some people can’t get past the stereotypes about BDSM.”

“You think I have a moral objection to
it?”

“You’ve been taught that boys don’t hit
girls, and you can’t see that this is different because the intent with a
sensual spanking is to make you feel good.”

“Well, it doesn’t make me feel good.”

“Okay.” He had messed up badly, to have
her reject it so flatly. He shouldn’t be so impatient. She was just getting
used to the idea of power exchange, and it would take a while for her to
rethink her opinions based on the new ideas and experiences she was having.

He knew all of that intellectually, but
emotionally alarm bells were ringing. He felt like he could lose her over this.
He knew his reaction was over-exaggerated, but she had that affect on him.
Everything was important when it came to Kali. She continually fascinated him,
and she was good and giving in a way he had never experienced before.

He was going to have to dive deeper to
get anywhere with her. “Since I’m going to Pittsburgh tomorrow for the casting,
I won’t be back until Friday. But I was thinking, I could fly straight to
Syracuse—and that’s not far from your hometown. Then I could meet your family.”

“You want to go to Jefferson?”

“Sure, you met my brother. Now I want to
know more about your family. How you grew up.”

“It’s out in the boondocks. You’ll have
to rent a car to get there from Syracuse.”

“I’ll figure it out, don’t you worry
about that.”

She didn’t seem thrilled with the idea,
which bothered him and made him more determined than ever to go to Jefferson.
Her past held the key to her heart. She was so busy guarding herself right now
that she couldn’t truly let go with him emotionally. It drove him crazy how
uninhibited she could be sexually, and then afterwards she clammed right back
up again in her protective shell. He admired her independence, but he wanted
her to need him as much as he needed her.

“Okay,” she finally agreed.

She was so closed off that he had to do
something. He swept her up and spun her around and around, as she squealed and
protested, until he set her down and began tickling her. She started laughing
and wiggling, until he felt like everything was all right again.

***

For Kali, the second week apart was even
harder than the first week. They went into work together so he could inspect
the progress on the flagstones being laid in the plaza, and to consult with the
subcontractors. Then he was gone to Pittsburgh again to oversee the actual
casting of the sundial in bronze.

She missed Hunter, missed having him in her
bed at night. She was excited that he wanted to come back to see her hometown
and meet her family. That’s exactly what she wanted—a man who wanted to share
her life. But from the first moment, part of her dreaded the coming weekend.
Her mom was going to ask the hard questions if she brought Hunter home. It
could ruin everything.

There was no stopping it now. Hunter had
changed his return ticket before he left.

They sent silly sweet text messages to
each other every day, and spoke every evening so he could tell her what was
happening with the casting. He liked the surface texture of the bronze when it
came out of the mold, and Mr. Ryan had agreed that a matte sundial would be
better. Kali thought it was an inspired change—the sundial would contrast much
more against the shiny surface of the glass façade of their tower and the pale
gray flagstones.

Kali finally called her mom on Wednesday
evening. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much. Your dad has an art
opening on Saturday evening that he wants me to go to. Why?”

“I was thinking about coming up.”

There was a pause. “What’s going on,
Kali? You were just here for a visit. Why are you coming back so soon?”

“I thought you wanted me to come home a
lot.”

“
Kalico
…”

She sighed. “I want to bring my new boyfriend.
Hunter. He asked to meet you and dad, to see where I’m from.”

Her mom’s voice got even more wary. “The
artist? The good-looking one with too many girlfriends?”

“We’re exclusive now.”

Her mom paused, thinking about it. “It
must be getting serious for him to want to meet us.”

“I hope so. I really like this guy.”

“Then bring him up, honey. That’s the
best way for us to figure this out.”

Kali chatted with her mom a bit about
the train schedules, and when she said good-bye, she felt a lot better. She hadn’t
brought a guy home since her sophomore year in college. No wonder she was
nervous. But her mom was right, seeing Hunter at home would show her whether
they were really right together.

***

Hunter’s hopes for a successful casting
were fulfilled when he checked over the finished bronze pieces. They only
needed to be buffed slightly. He made sure the pieces were packed carefully for
the truck ride to New York.

Hunter was more focused this time
because he knew he was going to Kali’s hometown on Friday. He would finally get
the answers he needed to understand why she was so elusive.

It was no problem for him to catch a
puddle-jumper to Syracuse and rent a car. Money had its uses, and he was
enjoying his flush state. From experience, he had learned how to make his cash
last, to save for the spare times. But for Kali, he would apparently do
anything.

He had an hour before Kali’s train from
the city got in, so he drove his rental car around checking out the area.
Jefferson was a good thirty minutes from the station, so he didn’t go that far,
but he saw enough to know he was in old farm-country. There were a lot of
clapboard houses for sale, and a lot of depressed property. But the scenery was
pretty, if rather tamed, with narrow roads winding up and down across the long
parallel ridges of the hills.

The first moment he saw Kali, his heart
lurched. Her smile, her excitement to see him, was almost too much. He hugged
her tightly, wondering how he had been able to be apart from her for so many
days, suddenly unable to let her go.

“You’re beautiful.” He brushed her hair
from her cheek. “Perfectly my Kitty-cat.”

She laughed, and they kissed some more.
One part of his brain was watching everything around them, his senses on full
alert because he had to take care of her. He couldn’t risk falling into rapture
when some random asshole might try to take advantage of it. So he led her out
to his rental car and kissed her some more there. She was so ready and willing,
but even though it was dark, he knew she would draw the line at anything more
overtly sexual right there at the train station.

As if thinking the same thing, she
finally drew back, warding him off. “I can’t get so worked up before we see my
mom.”

During the drive, she told him where to
go with the assurance of someone who knew their way through the maze in the
dark, as he drove along roads that twisted and turned until he was completely
lost. He was getting even more eager, feeling as if she was taking him down to
the center of the earth, into the depths of her own psyche.

Jefferson was different from everything
else he had seen upstate. They were driving down an ordinary two-lane highway
between the fields, and suddenly they were in a picturesque village. Even by the
light of old-fashioned street lamps along the tree-lined streets, he could tell
this was expensive real estate. The Victorian houses were imposing brick with
many stories and gabled eaves, with broad porches on front. Wrought iron
benches were spaced along the sidewalks. The center of the village was a broad
grassy square with several buildings at one end that looked like a 19
^th
century courthouse and an old firehouse. A huge basket of flowers hung from
every lamppost.

They drove past the square and out the
other side of the village. Down one of the side streets on the outskirts, Kali
directed him to turn into the driveway of her home. It was a miniature version
of the mansions that clustered closer to the square.   

“Where’s the college?” he asked.

“On the east side. I’ll take you there
tomorrow.”

She sounded nervous, which was
interesting. Was she worried about what he would think, or what her parents
would think?

Kali took him to the side door that led
directly into the kitchen. It was old fashioned but very clean and neat. He had
the feeling that every hand towel had its place. For a kitchen, there was
remarkably little clutter or signs of activity.

Her mom was at the door waiting for
them, and Kali gave her a hug hello, then introduced her to Hunter as “Jenny
Jones.”

“Hi, Jenny. I’m glad to meet you,” he
said.

Jenny’s smile was tight. She looked
older than he had expected, thin and angular, smaller than Kali. “Welcome to
our home. I was so happy when Kali said you both were coming up this weekend.”

“Is dad here?” Kali asked.

Jenny’s smile grew more brittle. “He’s
running late, but he should be here soon.”

Kali shook her head, looking away from
them both as if uncomfortable.
Interesting
, he noted.

“I’m sure you’re hungry,” Jenny said.
“I’ve made some little nibbles for you. Go on upstairs and get settled, and we
can meet back in the living room where it’s comfortable.”

Even more interesting, Kali immediately
grabbed her suitcase and headed out of the kitchen as ordered. She took him
upstairs to her childhood room, and seemed very embarrassed to have so much of
her college-self exposed to his searching gaze. He checked out the books she
had read and the music she listened to, feeling like a sponge absorbing her
through his pores like water.

Her entertainment selection seemed much
older than her age. Intermingled in the usual suspects were bands like ABBA and
Air Supply from the 70s, and old movies, and lots of Danielle Steel romances,
which made him grin and hold one up. “Really?
A Perfect Stranger
?”

“Hey, judge not! That’s my mom’s.”

“But you read it, too.”

She shrugged. “I should get rid of all
this old stuff. They could turn this room into an office or real spare bedroom.
But I know my mom wants me to feel like I could come back any time I want to.”

It was a treasure trove, and he poked
his nose around until she repeatedly urged, “Let’s go down. My mom’s waiting
for us.”

He was already starting to see a
pattern.
What mom says, goes.
He followed Kali downstairs and sat where
Jenny told him to, and ate the little sweet and savory appetizers Jenny had put
out. He let Jenny lead their conversation, and Kali visibly relaxed the more
they talked about the sundial project for SunTech and where they had gone on
their various dates.

Jenny smiled and was very gracious, but
there was a slight patronizing tone, like she probably treated her students.
Polite, but not buying the bullshit.

“I’m going to show Hunter around
tomorrow,” Kali said. “He’ll be able to see most of my life in just six square
miles.”

Jenny smiled. “Jefferson is a wonderful
place to raise a child. Where did you grow up, Hunter?”

“When I was young, my family moved
around a lot, mostly on the east coast. For the past twelve years, they’ve been
in Harrisburg.”

“Where did you go to college?”

“I never went to college. I’m an
outsider artist.”

Jenny stared at him. “That may be good
enough for graffiti but when you’re talking about a career, you need an
education.”

“It’s called aerosol art,” Hunter
corrected. “And formal education is not necessary for many things in life. Art
is one of them.”