Kayden: The Past (20 page)

After dinner, we moved on to shots. Everyone was getting their last couple of drinks in before the end of the party. Jennifer did shot for shot and kept up with the boys. We’d be a massive disaster if we were to become anything other than fuck buddies. I didn’t need a wild child with drinking issues like myself.

“My place,” she slurred.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been so sure about anything. Take me home. Show me what ya got.” She grabbed her purse off the bar and handed me her keys.

I wasn’t in the best shape, but I knew I could drive.

“You live far?” I asked.

“Just a couple miles away.” She hiccupped. Please don’t have this girl puke on me.

“Are you drunk?”

“Fuck no, takes more than that. I’m buzzed and feeling fucking fantastic. Are you stalling?”

“I never stall when it comes to pussy. Let’s hit it.” I grinned at her. I wanted to tear her shit up.

She held my arm as we walked to the car; she closed her eyes and sang as I drove. I didn’t know the song, but she knew every word. She rolled down the window and sang into the air as her hair whirled around the car. She danced in her seat and kept moving the bottom of her sundress higher up her thigh, giving me a glimpse of her naked pussy.

I squeezed the steering wheel as I pulled in her driveway. “Ooo, we’re here.” She said as I turned the car off, and the music stopped.

“Last chance to back out, princess.”

“Fuck you, you’re being a pussy. Sure you can handle all this?”

“Out. Let’s go. I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”

I followed her into the house. The lights were off as she grabbed my hand and led me through the space to her bedroom. She flipped on the lights, and I was momentarily blinded by the brightness. She immediately started to take her dress off. She wasn’t shy about her body. I removed my shirt and tossed it on an empty chair in the corner. She sat on the bed and ran her fingers across her naked skin as she watched me intently, waiting to see what I had in my pants. I slowly unzipped my pants, and my cock was already rock hard. I moved the material just the right way to let my cock spring from the top, giving an amazing visual.

“My word.” She touched her lips as a smile crept across her face. “You sure don’t disappoint.” She leaned forward and touched the tip of it with her finger.

“Sure you want what you said, now that you’ve seen what I have to offer?”

She shook her head and looked at me from head to toe. “I want all of it.”

She climbed off the bed and crawled like a tiger, stopping in front of my cock. She grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it while swirling her tongue around the tip. I fisted her hair as she placed my cock in her mouth. She palmed my balls and licked my shaft and sucked me into the back of her throat. I could feel her swallow against my cock, and I almost exploded. The force against the tip was so intense I felt like she would swallow it right off my body. She was an expert at sucking cock, a true master.

“Stop unless you want me to come,” I said as I pulled her head away from my body.

“I want you to come… You’ll last longer for what I want.” Fucking hell. This girl was all sex.

I released her hair and let her work her magic, sucking, licking, and pumping my shaft until my balls tingled and my body tightened. She sucked all of me, pulling out every last drop as I watched her take it all. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Mm, you taste so fuckin’ good. Now, I want mine.”

She didn’t mince words. I’d give her what she asked for, every bit of it. She placed her body on the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the side. I lay down next to her and started to kiss her skin and suck her nipple in my mouth. I bit down on it, causing her body to twitch on the bed and her to cry out. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, more. I want it rough.” I’d give it to her anyway she wanted.

I sucked her nipple and closed my teeth around it, trapping it like a prisoner. I pinched her other nipple and twisted it. Her legs moved, and her hips lifted off the bed. I played with her nipples until she was writhing underneath me almost unable to control the motions of her body.

“I need you in me, Kayden.” She said in a whisper.

I ran my fingertips down her body as I held her nipple between my teeth and stroked it my tongue. I ran my fingers between her wetness. “How much?”

“I need you badly.” She lifted her hips, “All of you.”

I couldn’t believe what she wanted. She liked it rough and big. Bigger than any man would be able to deliver with a cock. She wanted to be fisted and most men were turned off by the deed, but I’d never deny someone their kink. I worked in two fingers to start, getting the rest of my fingers wet on the juices running down her pussy. I kept my mouth on her tits while I worked my fingers, inserting a third and then a fourth. She could take it; it was more due to my hesitation that I worked them in slowly.

“More, more.” She moaned. I’ve never been with a girl like Jennifer. The things she told me blew my mind, and I thought she was full of shit and playing a game, but in this moment, I knew that all her words were truth. I withdrew my finger and touched all my fingertips together, making my fist as small as possible. I placed the fingers at her opening and slowly worked them in and out until my entire hand disappeared inside of her. I didn’t have the right angle, and my hand was cramped, so I removed it. I released her nipple from my lips and climbed off the bed.

“Why the fuck are you stopping?”

I laughed. “I’m not! I’m just getting a better angle. Quiet.”

Her head dropped back on to the bed, and I stood between her legs and worked my hand back inside of her. I’ve always loved watching my cock disappear inside a pussy but seeing my hand do the same is something entirely different. My wrist was covered in her wetness as I worked my hand back and forth. I moved my fingers inside of her, hitting every crevice and spot she had. Her moans grew louder and louder as her body became covered in moisture, and her body twitched uncontrollably. I could feel my hand being squeezed by her walls, and my cock grew hard from the sounds, feeling, and sight of the scene before my eyes. It was like watching a porn movie but being the star instead of a watching it online.

“More?” I said as I stopped my hand inside of her.

“Oh, please. All of it. Give it to me. Nightstand.” I looked towards the nightstand and saw a condom sitting out, waiting for me. I kept my left hand inside of her and leaned over grabbing the condom off of the nightstand.

I gave her everything she asked for. She wanted to be double stuffed but only by one man. I fucked her in the ass and fisted her pussy at the same time. It didn’t last long though. Her body was so full and tight that I exploded inside of her within minutes, blow job or not.

It was the kinkiest moment, and I lived some wild shit. Would I ever do it again? Fuck, no. Once was enough. It was almost like watching a car accident that you try to look away from, but you keep peeking, unable to stop yourself. I’d never make someone feel perverted or gross for what they wanted in bed, but I knew that once was enough with Jennifer.

I called one of the guys to pick me up and bring me back to my car. I wasn’t there to spend the night and share a bed with her. We both only had one thing in mind that night, and we each accomplished our mission. There was no love involved or a future for either of us. I wanted nothing to do with relationships or the complications they’ve brought into my life.

Jennifer and I continued to talk after that night, but we never had sex again. It was an experience, but not one I wanted to repeat. I could check it off my bucket list. She stuck true to her word and never asked for anything beyond that one night. She didn’t let feelings get involved. We both got what we wanted out of the evening.

A Piece of Home ~ Lisa

I’d been living with my mom for a month and Facebook became my link to my old friends and hometown. A beautiful blond caught my eye when scrolling through my suggestions one day. Lisa Jackson. She graduated a year after me, but I noticed she lived in the same town I did in Florida. We didn’t date or hang out in the same circles in high school, but she was in some of my classes and had always seemed nice. I sent her a request and waited. I didn’t have many friends besides the guys from work and the older ones at my parents’ club. I could use a breath of fresh air.

I closed down the computer and headed to bed. I worked seven days a week lately, looking to make as much money as possible. I’d moved in to my own place and needed to make my bills each month along with extra cash for my evenings. I felt exhausted, but it gave me a purpose each day.

I checked Facebook the next morning before jumping in the shower. Lisa had accepted my request, and I had a message waiting.

Lisa: Hey Kayden. I see you live nearby; we should get together some night.

It was only five am, and I knew she wasn’t on, but I wanted to respond to her.

Me: That would be great. I’m heading to work, but I’ll be back on later tonight if you want to catch up.

We chatted well after midnight that night, talking about Ohio and what our friends were doing with their lives. I felt lost in Florida without a close group like I had in Cleveland. We talked online for days before we exchanged phone numbers and talked until we fell asleep. I can’t recall any of the early conversations - maybe I’ve blocked as much out of my mind as I could. I’m not entirely sure why I have a hole in my memory when I think about my time with Lisa.

Lisa and I met a week later for a drink. Her mouth was dirty, and she had an aura about her. She was full of energy and spunk, and I wanted to wrap myself up in it - not as part of a relationship but a close friend in a foreign place. We started hanging out, watching football, shopping, and having dinner, but it changed along the way.

We shared our stories of lost love. We’d both lost people who we cared for due to cheating. We could understand each other and knew the pain the other felt. I felt comfortable with her, sharing my emotions with her without feeling like a total pussy. Being betrayed in that manner causes such extreme heartache; Lisa and I had a commonality that drew us together. She became part of my life, part of my world, and I was immersed in hers. I couldn’t imagine not talking or seeing Lisa. Somewhere my hatred of relationships vanished, and we became an item.

I wish I could travel back in time and tell myself to run away. Don’t look back… run - she’s the devil in disguise, but knowing me, I wouldn’t have listened. The breakup with Danielle was still fresh in my mind when I fell into Lisa. Maybe she was my rebound, but I jumped in head first and became infatuated with her. I should have slowed things down and got to know her more, but I never took the easy way and most certainly not the right way… I liked the bumpy path filled with debris.

We moved in together within months. Neither of us saw a reason to pay an extra rent, and we spent all of our free time together. She rented a house in an upscale neighborhood, and she wanted to share it with me. I was hesitant, but I felt that Lisa would never cross me the way the others had in the past.

You never really know someone until you live with them. You don’t know about their bad days, their wicked ways, and their cruelty, but by then, you’re so far lost that you need a wake-up call for you to comprehend it. Neither of us wanted to get married, just being in a relationship was a leap for me, but sometimes, your heart takes you somewhere your mind says do not wander.

Lisa and I had a wild sex life. We were like dynamite. Everything was explosive and violent at times. I was in such a dark place in my life, and the dynamic of our relationship fit me. She liked to be smacked in the face when fucked; she wanted bruises on her skin, and she clawed mine leaving her mark, warding off other women, although she claimed that wasn’t the reason.

We fucked everywhere and anywhere. On an airplane – I earned my wings, at my class reunion – three times in the bathroom, on the side of the road – happened more than once. She liked the thrill of possibly being caught, and she made me feel alive again. I felt wanted when I was with her.

My cock did the thinking and led me astray. It betrayed me more than any woman ever had.

Every relationship has a honeymoon period, a time where everything is sunshine and fairytales, but eventually, the bottom drops out and reality smacks you in the face. Things began to change slowly – mainly she changed – her personality grew volatile, and her mood swings made my head spin. I was entrenched at this point; our worlds had become entwined.